Even gurus need to fart.

They are not apart in any solid way.

They might even want to bust a move,

Perhaps go out and play.

They can recommend a path

To a place you might dream to go

But in the end, as women and men,

They cannot make you whole.

You are the sculptor, You

alone

Must sculpt a pedestaled version of yourself

Using shortcuts they provide.

Then you may pass your own sweet gas

And do so with soulful pride.