God-Fish-Head

[Guest guest]

>From Zuzu's on, flash-bardment bombarded us.

Bliss in burst-mode.

The air over the lake, date trees, the Dharma of Light,

the night, thou and i -

everything, all, it all bore tales of the life divine.

It's was a bordello of miraculous occurences, with images,

imaginations and sweet synchronicities immersed in the act of Love.

 

All day Saturday and into the night,

throughout the entire night of the near-full moon,

there was not a single moment when we were not carried along

in the deep, pulling currents of the always-flowing river of sohbet.

>From the silent song of Om Namah Shivaya saying Itself

from Heart to Heart,

from the transparency of the apparency of all appearances

being born from OneMind,

from the Mime of time and space making faces

in the Traceless Nameless Nothing,

from the softest sound of a single Soul sighing, Spirit-Crying,

"I Am,"

echoing against the backdrop

of existence,

b & i blended Essence, Mingled Mara's daughter's ashes with our own,

and we were rowed out to Sea against a great dark sky,

and we died there.

What returned from the watery grave of Thee?

Being.

Be.

 

Today we wandered along the pebbled pathways

and grassy slopes at the Marina.

We stopped and talked a moment or two with the Gandolf of all geese -

Nityanandaji of the Nara-bred Brotherhood of Brohams in Soham.

So it is. So It Is.

Delightedness dipped Its pen in the Devil's ink of poetry

and we were pulled,

we were lulled into the reverie of Rapture

wrapping up the world

and giving it back

to God.

 

Past the shambled, sunk and sinking pier left here

from dog days gone by,

we dogged the path and footsteps of a Great Blue Heron.

He was making a break from the mirthful mundanity

of being so Beautiful

by attempting to hop and be-bop about the boardwalk like Mata Hari.

Hari held this glass of time up by the hours sifting lifting drifting

You and i, lost in Love.

 

Then there was the stone slab with the Head of God lying on it.

The fisherman who left this severed remnant of the Ramayana epic,

well he actually left an imprint, an imprimateur, if you will,

of the Incomprehensible Illumination of OneHeart, Dancing.

This disembowled, bodiless Sturgeon's head brought forth,

flooded forth the Great Compassion, poised in Poignancy.

He was strangely prehistoric-looking, parceled out from Pre-Existence,

and as we poured our Love into him, Love poured into us.

b spoke gently then, and as he did, he removed some sticks

that someone had shoved into the Sturgeon's Dear nose and face,

and b spake, saying, "Now you have your dignity back."

As he breathed these words out,

and the sticks clattered out onto the pier,

the Breathless, the Deathless One Breathed Life

into the head of this fish.

 

First he moved, rolled to the right and then to the left.

Then he did it again.

And again.

Again, he moved from side to side, slowly, smoothly.

For all appearances, he seemed to be dancing in some unmistakable,

yet impossibly, unusally foreign way.

It was familiar and strange all at once.

By this time, we were punch-drunk from God-Intoxication.

Punching up the story a bit more, the Adorable One brought two people,

a man and a woman over to look at the fish with no body.

It remained absolutely still.

Dead as dead fish are supposed to be.

The couple ambled off, put off by the fragrance of Death.

They were not impressed by the Beauty bearing witness to Itself.

But you see, for b and me, he had just been resurrected, risen

like Lazarus, given like Manna is -

Abundantly and Always Available.

 

The God-Fish-Head began again, to gently gyrate

in Harmony with the Sea.

 

b and me, we just wandered off holding hands, handing Light

to one another through our eyes.

We surmised that the strains of Life we shared said this -

 

"If therefore thine eye be single,

thy whole body shall be filled with Light."

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

Mazie & b