On Learning To Become a Guru

On learning to become a guru... The following artfully crafted back in the day (actually poetic endeavor presented below written a few scant years ago) in response to unexpected positive feedback received on the most popular social media platform. Unbeknownst to this unsuspecting witty mortal, a reverberation attributed to butterfly effect linkedin to hotmail twittering Facebook member, who resides within Bhutan, his dignified volition accorded me magnanimity titled sage without any influential collusion from Russians bestowed yours truly with said honorably distinguished appellation, which humility of mine humbly accepted without a protestation, though never would I brazenly adopt spiritual holiness, yet flattered to share such rare pronouncements, when unsolicited feedback lobbed in my direction (way before advent of Information Technology Revolution) often tendered, kindled, and belittled this gentle human, sans when bullies slung byte ting bit torrent loathsome scandalous red zingers targeting personal vulnerabilities, asper being under socially withdrawn, painfully shy, plagued with speech impediment (severe nasality) caused by submucous cleft client, plus weighing where needle budged from absolute zero pounds, topped with passive demeanor susceptibilities conveniently converging to establish this bruised Earthling ideal choice as scapegoat, no kidding with dread to endure endless days, weeks, months...a lifetime channel of opprobrious, noxious, malicious emotionally demonic, cannibalistic, barbaric abominable, damnable, horrible diatribes chipping (dale lee) at what measly self confidence shielded fragile psyche fast crumbling into grist for hungry caterpillar, unbeknownst that flight path randomly followed by a representative of Lepidoptera order, would ineluctably set very subtly infinitesimal fluctuations within air (currently supplying biota with requisite oxygen), also training perturbation. Patience Young Grasshopper mine alter ego spoke when yours truly figuratively chomping at the bit more accurately fretting with anxiousness when boyhood body of mine underwent metamorphosis impossible mission to thwart biological transformation.