Story Poem, Nr.02 — Guru Oh-My-Goshi

The guru came from far away    
which made him more exotic    
with flowing robes and wizened face    
his name was Oh-My-Goshi    
     
he wore a really fearsome beard    
which made him look despotic    
but kindly words assuaged all fears    
his name was Oh-My-Goshi    
     
and some thought answers that he gave    
were vague and wishy-washy    
but others thought him all the rage    
his name was Oh-My-Goshi    
     
the years went by, the numbers grew    
he drank no wine or coffee    
but no-one knew the background to    
the guru Oh-My-Goshi …    
     
     
… was born in some impoverished state    
an extra child too many    
abandoned with a label saying    
“my name is Oh-My-Goshi”    
     
adopted by a wealthy man    
and trained to be a jockey    
he always raced to victory    
the jockey Oh-My-Goshi    
     
the wealthy man was very pleased    
his rivals thumbed their losses    
they planned to end this run of luck    
and kill off Oh-My-Goshi    
     
then in a race he had a fall    
the others hoofed him squashy    
and everyone thought he was dead    
the poor old Oh-My-Goshi    
     
the wealthy man vowed if he lived    
he’d offer Goshi freely    
to live his life as he would wish    
the lucky Oh-My-Goshi    
     
within three days a miracle    
for Goshi did recover    
and wished for freedom and a bride    
who was his happy lover    
     
the two of them flew off abroad    
to Cal-i-for-ni-a    
they searched to find a simple home    
in which they both could stay    
     
and talking to a friend one day    
whose skills were very techy    
they founded a new company    
in silicon’s old valley    
     
the business prospered very much      
they sold it to investors    
and Goshi was a millionaire    
with lots of great possessions    
     
but then one day old Goshi thought    
“what is the point of this?”    
and so began an inner search    
to cure what was amiss    
     
he grew his hair and took some drugs    
explored the other side    
and meditated on the things    
that took folk for a ride    
     
and sitting down one day with time    
to drink a latté-coffee    
he thought to understand his name    
the name of “Oh-My-Goshi”    
     
perceiving that his name contained    
the clue to his vocation    
he reckoned what he loved to do    
was sit in contemplation    
     
and then to share what was revealed    
with those who gathered round    
who came from nowhere so it seemed    
to sit without a sound    
     
his eyes blinked wide, he shouted out    
“My gosh, at last, that’s it    
these revelations come to me    
all free and bit by bit    
     
for revelation’s such a gift    
and resurrection too    
it’s worth yet more than everything    
than I could ever do”    
     
he gave his fortune all away    
his wife was not so pleased      
and left him for another man    
to live a life of ease    
     
but Oh-My-Goshi took a walk    
for deserts beckoned him    
and there he lived for several years    
while tempted by his whims    
     
then when his desert phase was up    
he headed for the sea    
and built a shack in which to live    
which gave a sense of free    
     
but Oh-My-Goshi knew for sure    
that freedom was within    
and there he lived a simple life    
as people came to him    
     
and many were the folk he met    
he talked, they felt uplifted    
returning home to carry on    
they knew they had been gifted    
     
though in these things it’s good to know    
uniqueness, not to copy    
our paths contain their own surprise -    
don’t copy Oh-My-Goshi    
     
and that’s the story I have found    
from poor to very poshy    
we have to find true power within    
as shown by Oh-My-Goshi.