ity-Clack a Duck Satsanging Back

[Guest guest]

Dearest Friends,

 

This is just for fun and all in good fun! i be funnin'!

 

 

Sometimes, a lot a times, and more often than not,

i'm really just a person wanting what i don't think i got!

Now i am aware that this is really bad form,

but the truth of it all, is that i am not of the norm.

And what is normal one might just want to say,

but hey, i think we all can call day just the day.

i see teachers calling themselves the this of the that,

but really they're just yanking a fake rabbit from a hat.

On occasion, but oh so rarely, they might get it right,

and then we're in agreement that night is just the night.

A satsangh of fools always changing the rules so they fit,

but really it's only a call to teach what they don't even git.

i gotta hand it to each of these clowns of the rodeo kind,

they're only attempting to find things we can never quite find.

A watermelon or a peach or a blueberry or grapes or kumquat,

these poor ol' self-proclaimed teachers don't know diddley squat.

Some try to tell me what advaita and what sufism is, and yoga too,

but hey, i been sitting in class in this real life called a school.

i listen til my head might explode or implode or be rolled,

right on down the highway or the autobahn of reality i am told.

What gives with all these folks saying what cannot be said,

especially if they themselves are living as if they are truth-dead?

Might be the water or their shoes like the grinch, are too tight,

most likely it's only that they think they alone might be right!

i take it and tear out my hair, i tear out my eyes, i rip off my ears,

i really believe i may even have lost a dozen or more very good years.

So i yank out my plastic Daffy Duck, a Pez of a head of true learning,

and he starts to tell them that Love must be an actual, real burning.

He shouts out that the thing is this - It never ends, it never ends!

And what do they say to this duck of distinction, a duck oh so fine,

they still keep repeating, saying that same old tired used line -

when one reaches a certain level of enlightenment one can stop there,

but man, they might as well sit me in an old folks home in a chair!

Rocking the world with a conundrum or two of my own, i debone them.

i let Dear Daffy duck zero in, and start quacking up - make mine gin!

Chuckling along like some madman set free on a monthly moon pass,

i ask - what makes you think you have the wisdom to teach this class?

Of course i get some advaitic answer, a no-answer with a question,

so then i just start quoting the scripture of good old Chuck Heston:

"Let my people go! Let'em go! Pharoah, ya better let my homies go!"

And ya know, i feel a whole lot better after seeing Daffy do his show.

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

Mazie

[Guest guest]

, "mazie_l" <sraddha54@h...> wrote:

>i let Dear Daffy duck zero in, and start quacking up

 

 

 

 

 

Two elderly women advaitins were out driving in a large car, and

both could barely see over the dashboard. As they were cruising

along, they came to an intersection. The stoplight was red but they

just went on through. The woman in the passenger seat thought to

herself, "I must be losing the non-dual view -- I could have sworn we

just went through a red light." After a few more minutes they came to

another intersection, the light was red, and again they went right

through. This time, the passenger was almost sure that the light had

been red, but was also concerned that she might be seeing things, not

to mention reinforcing a conditional subject-object dichotomy. She

was getting nervous and decided to pay very close attention. At the

next intersection, sure enough, the light was definitely red and they

went right through it. She turned to the other woman and

said, "Mildred! Did you know we just ran through three red lights in

a row? You could have killed us!" Mildred turned to her and said, "Oh

Shit! Am I driving?"

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

b