Jorge Luis Borges wrote in 'The library of Babel', "Once I am dead, there will be no lack of pious hands to throw me over the railing; my grave will be the fathomless air; my body will sink endlessly and decay and dissolve in the wind generated by the fall, which is infinite.."
The lines remind me of the story of a Sadhu who lived deep in the heart of Bengal. He was a master in the of sexo-yogic practices, and had done much for the people of his region, including helping them with medicines, some amount of education, etc. People from far off lands came to seem him, to partake of his knowledge, to become his disciples all of whom he received with great affection and taught to the best of his abilities. But he was not sell able, nor was he prone to changes that are sometimes necessitated in modern life. He died at a ripe old age, in a road accident. After his death, the villagers, where he had built his ashram descended in hordes, they tore and ravaged whatever they could and took away the little that he had.
His years of service to the village in different forms, his teachings everything came to naught. Why they chose to concentrate only on what was tangible and leave out that which was intangible and far more precious in form of his teachings, is something that the Sadhu nor this poet can comprehend or understand.
If ancient teachings and traditions are to be believed, the ear of a person is the Yoni( the female sexual organ) and the tongue is the Lingam( the male sexual organ) and such is one's relation with one's Guru..inseparable and completely natural. In order to find a Guru, one must first be ready himself..just like in order to understand poetry and mastery of the sounds and the words, one must ready oneself..it is in this readying that half the journey is complete.