An Oldie but a Goodie! :--)

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>From Harsha:

 

At the age 22, I was training to be a monk. I used to make a living

teaching Yoga at a major health club in NYC. Beautiful models and

actresses wearing revealing work out clothes came there everyday and it

was a challenge to not be distracted. On top of it, my job required me

to take measurements of the members when they first joined and show them

how to use various machines. In order to remain chaste, I tried not to

make eye contact with the women and looked at their shoulders or past

them when holding a conversation.

 

One day, a particularly stunning female member joined and was assigned

to me. After I took the measurements, she requested that I feel her

buttocks ("Tush" as she put it) for firmness. I was stunned. "How will

you know if I have gotten firmer unless you have something to compare it

to," she said, and insisted that I comply. My supervisor standing next

to me said, "We have to please our customers!" So with the blood rushing

to my face and neck with embarassment and practically in tears, I did as

I was told. She was quite firm.

 

After that it became a weekly ritual for her. She insisted at the end of

each week that I determine the extent of her firmness in that area. And

feeling that this was part of my job duties, I methodically and

carefully did so each week and gave my report to her.

 

Some months went by and one day she did not show up as scheduled. A

friend, a fellow Yogi, knowing my plight said to me, "You are spared

this week. It must bother you that you have to do this as part of your

job." I could not resist smiling. "No it does not bother me anymore

David," I said. "I am more concerned about the fact that I have started

to look forward to it!" And we laughed and laughed and laughed.

 

 

 

 

Pray some more

>Pray some more for utter oneness with God

>Beauty lies in both the Sun and the Setting

>Love profound requires not the condition of two

>In this union lovers are lost and in letting

>the torrential nectar absorb their essence

>become Silent.

In this joyous serenity, who

>remains to pray for utter oneness with God.

>

>Harsha, 1/19/1999

>

>Jan: It sure is a beautiful poem. Always in a muse, I noted down the

>following:

>

> Beyond union

>

>Life is like a wishing tree

>What you want is what you’ll get

>But a few are just like me

>Desiring nothing but to "be".

>

>Enlightenment is just the start

>of the road to no-depart.

>I never begged nor did I pray

>For a place of a "forever" stay.

>

>Without knowledge or consent,

>started the journey full of joy.

>It went so fast that there was no intent.

>Hearing the Name, it seemed to be the journey’s end.

>

>The radiated bliss so strong,

>all did hear the silent song.

>In a way the union was a start anew,

>only for those who forever long,

>to the "state" from where there’s no depart,

>and invalid are words like "among".

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