Yogananda Paramahansa

[Guest guest]

> Mazie put a new Murti of Master in the kitchen

today while I was at work.

I had to let go of the previous one.

It went upstairs.

The new one is like the older, but

Master is younger in this one

in the kitchen now.

 

In letting go,

All is given.

 

 

((( Master was holding the seams together,

holding these palms together

with his Beautiful form

and his formlessness

informing the French folks how to Love

when i spied the perfect murti for You.

 

He has bedroom eyes in this one

but He's going in the kitchen

nonetheless.

Think of it as Kitchen Kismet

calling us to come and Kiss again

under His canopy of Love.

That's our calling card to God.

 

Once asked what His age was

by thousands of people,

Master simply laughed out loud

and told them He was 1.

Gurudev is the Child Krishna

perpetually playing

in all Hearts.

 

In the mornings when i make coffee,

many beings,

both here and beyond

come to visit bringing gifts

of Gladness, Happiness and Joy.

Many Bright-Lighted Ones

come and commune in this place,

come and keep company

with You and i.

 

All the Beautiful Ones

we've bowed into,

as grace freely flowing

are now bowing to everyone,

everyone who enters

the portals of our home.

And children, Dear children,

This our Home,

is the Heart.

 

Having heard the word

that Master's in the kitchen,

i wander along,

magnetically moved,

drawn to some Scent of Light

and divine Laughter wafting up

from this prasad place,

and there i find

every one of our Beloved gurus

cooking something Sweet

for You and i.

 

Jai Yoganandaji!

Jai Nisargadattaji!

Jai Ramanaji!

Jai Nityanandaji!

Jai Ammaji!

Jai Meeraji!

Jai Jesusji!

 

Jai to the Sky of this existence

falling down around us

and shattering everything!

 

Jai to giving up and giving in

and giving our heads

as a seat for Krishna!

 

Jai to jumping into the Fire of Life!

 

Jai to Dancing in our Death shrouds now

while we still think we're breathing!

 

Jai to throwing off conceptual cloaks

of modesty and religosity

and ritualistic tail-chasing chomping

the tail of fairytales and teatalk.

 

Jai to being jammed up by God!

 

We're being clarified like ghee

for some big party Love is giving.

We're being pressed into chela-chapatis

as God presses our Hearts together

so clearly-closely that this heartbeat

has become the sound of OneHeart

soundlessly beating

to the rhythm of

 

creation,

 

preservation

 

and dissolution.

 

The Prasad of Brahma is our begging bowl!

The prasad of Vishnu is our staff!

The prasad of Shiva is our bodies

being born again in Union

as we commune with one another!

Ah! Prasad offered

is prasad received

is prasad offered

is prasad received...

 

In letting go of everything

we're given the abundance

of nothing, nothing.

And Baby, Baby,

my Beauty Baby never born

and never died,

that's a whole lot of something

for virtually nothing

we ever did to get It

and to be gotten by It!

 

The only thing is this -

 

we can never say It!

We can never display It!

We can never, ever take It further

than this moment before us now.

Before reUniting again,

before we returned to this Remembrance,

before we were even born,

we were dead.

Dead and buried

in Bliss Unimaginable,

these corpses making Love

all night long,

really, truly

it's Unspeakably Sweet.

 

Master sits in the kitchen

talking shop with the boys and girls,

and Beloved, Darling Robertji,

He wants to sit us near Him

and whisper the things we cannot say

so that maybe someday,

some day in some way

we might be able to write it

on the river always flowing

as OneHeart knowing

"I am."

 

Say That, Baby.

Say that and i will never,

ever leave anyone again.

 

 

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

Mazie

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

b