Over the years I've studied with a number of gurus. Too many probably. Indian gurus, American gurus, self-proclaimed gurus and gurus who didn't consider themselves gurus at all. I learned from all of them. What I learned is still unfolding years after moving on to other things. I suspect it's supposed to be like that. A good guru winds you up and it takes years to unfold what was wound. There are times I think I got it and then find I did and a lot more I didn't know I got. It only became clear much later. Sometimes decades later. Who knew? I've studied with gurus I never met in the flesh. That one still perplexes me from time to time but the results don't lie. This is a strange journey.
The other day I came across something the Dalai Lama said/wrote: Not only can I not recall my experiences in my previous lives, sometimes I can't even remember what I did yesterday. I love that. Humility, I've come to believe, is one of the true signs of a true teacher. One must be sincere to be truly humble. False humility is ugly. True humility is beautiful, to me. There's a freshness about it. There's a difference between being childlike and childish. True humility is childlike. Open, sincere, fresh all the time. What the Dalai Lama said smacks of true humility. I can't tell you how many people I've met imagined themselves to be spiritual teachers. Seems over the past thirty years they've become a dime a dozen. They claim to know everything. It's strange to me because the longer I live and the further I travel on this path the more aware I become how much I don't know. I mean really don't know. I don't even have a clue. I'm clueless! But I'm satisfied with not knowing because knowing comes from not knowing.
Life is a process not a destination. I commented that somewhere today. I learned that somewhere, from someone. I no longer know from whom or when. I am grateful to all my teachers and gurus. I love them all. I'm pretty sure they're pleased I love them. It is, after all, what one must do when one really gets it.