I was too ill to leave my house in search of a guru.

Too weak to sit in a chair at satsang,

too fatigued to hold a book of wisdom.

Illness stripped me of every outer path.

And in that emptiness, the Inner Guru appeared

the teacher dwelling in us all.

My sickbed became the temple.

Presence became the practice.

Freedom became the teaching.

Nothing was missing.

All was already here.