the guru knew a spot in the lake where hot water bubbled up from a crack below. on particularly cold nights, he would trek out to this spring and relax in its warmth.
and while he relaxed, he would listen to the sound of the bubbles and hear voices in them, and the voices would share their wisdom with the guru. the voices would say, “guru, all is one.”
the voices would say, “guru, share your #zen.”
the voices would say, “guru, buy some lettuce for your school cafeteria.”
