Searching for the guru

Read this story someplace:

An elderly woman in New York who goes
to a travel agent and says, "Please get me a ticket to Tibet. I want
to go see the guru."
The travel agent says, "You know, it's a long trip to Tibet. You'd be
much happier going to Miami."
She says "I insist. I want to go." So this old lady gets a ticket,
brings her things with her, gets on the plane and goes to India, gets
the visa and the pass, takes the train up to Sikkim, gets a border
pass, takes the bus up to the Tibetan plateau, and gets out.
And they're all saying, "Where are you going?"
"I must go see the guru."
They say, "It's such a long way. You're an old lady. It's up in the
mountains."
She says, "I'm going. I have to see the guru."
They say, "You know, you only get three words with him."
"It doesn't matter, I am going."
So she goes, and she gets on the horse in Tibet, because there are no
roads in this part, gets to the foot of this large mountain, and all
these pilgrims are saying, "Where are you going?"
She says, "I want to see the guru."
They say, "Remember, you get just three words."
She says, "I know, I know." She gets in line, gets up there, finally
past the guards at the door who say, `Three words only."
She goes in and there's the guru sitting in his robes with a kind of
scraggly beard. He looks up at her and she looks at him, and she
says, "Sheldon, come home!"

Regards,
JB

Only this, as it is; no more, no less.

Joseph B. wrote:
"Sheldon, come home!"

I am a poet; my dad is a physician and Mum a miller with grinding stones.

We are watching, not waiting, not expecting anything to happen but watching without end. JK

This post was last updated by ganesan balachandran Thu, 13 Oct 2011.