Enlightenment
by R.L. Black
I went to see The Guru who lived in a hut made of bamboo with a roof-top garden and curtains the color of the sea. His only possessions were a mattress on the floor and an empty bird cage. He wore crisp white clothes and sat cross-legged and I begged him to tell me the secrets of the Universe. Surely he must know. He opened his mouth. I waited for lofty oracles of love and peace, and The Guru spewed dove feathers and daffodil petals. Gibberish, if you ask me.
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R.L. Black is EIC of Unbroken Journal and Unlost Journal, and her own writing has been published across the web and in print. Find her at rlblackauthor.tubmlr.com where she blogs and reblogs about writing and LOST.
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