Working Meditation

Working Meditation

This adventure of Swami X was written for a special event to promote a deep cleaning day in the Commune, where everyone was invited to join special cleaning teams…

(Talking Blues )

Chorus :

I don’t want to meditate, and find it doesn’t work,
But a working meditation, that surely couldn’t hurt.

I got tired of lying by the swimming pool
I whistled at the girls but they said I was a fool.
I went to the movie every night in Buddha Hall
I began to get the message to be more spiritual.
I figured if only I could learn to meditate
I'd have more luck in asking for a date.

I was wondering which meditation was the best
So I put a fortune-teller to the test.
She said "I'll read your seven chakras for a 1,000 rupee fee."
I said, "How about 100 and you only read three?"
She looked into the cards and saw me with a broom
I said "That is impossible, I never sweep my room."
She stared into her crystal ball in search of inspiration
And saw a message just for me - "Working Meditation".

At the working meditation I was greeted by a blond,
The cutest meditator that I ever laid eyes on.
She asked me "Do you feel, to do a cleaning session?"
"Sure", I said, "Do you give private lessons?"
She stuck a stick into my hand, I asked "What is this for?"
"That’s a broom, swami, and it's used to sweep the floor".
"Is this a meditation from the Bhairav Vigyana?"
I asked her just to show I was an educated fellow.
"This is cleaning meditation, it connects you with the ground,
Just go to Buddha Hall, sweetheart, and push this broom around."

When at last I got to Buddha Hall, I weren't the only one,
There were several hundred people, all sitting on their bum.
I remembered when you meditate, you have to look inside,
So I started with my sweeping, but made sure to close my eyes.
I knocked some people over, and stepped upon a few,
Someone yelled out "you killed my bliss!" and tried to bite my shoe.
I told them to be more aware and not make such a fuss
"It's not my fault" I said, "if you're sitting on my dust."

I went back to the office and found that lovely blond.
I said "Your meditation really turns me on."
She said "For going deeper into witnessing your soul,
We have a meditation called Tibetan Toilet Bowl.
The esoteric meaning of the toilet you must know
That's the place you sit when you have something to let go.
We call it Let-Go Temple and it smells not like a rose,
So don't forget to stuff some Aura Soma up your nose."

I went to Let-Go temple and started worshipping
I was splashing water everywhere and trying witnessing.
I saw a man a-dancing, while mopping up the floor
I asked, "How did you get here, without coming through the door?"
"I've always been here cleaning, never entered never gone,
You're working much too fast, slow down and sing this song."

(tune of Asalaam Aleikum):

Cleaning Let-Go Temple and there's nothing left to say
The water showers me with love and scrubbing is a play
The cleanliness outside me and the purity within
All I can do for you Osho is jump and dance and sing
Cleaning Let-Go Temple, Cleaning Let-Go Temple, …

My heart began to throb and tears came to my eyes,
I hadn’t been so happy, in several thousand lives.
I went back to the office, full of energy
I shared with everyone I met, about my satori.
I told the coordinator, "I have learned to meditate,
And I'm so in love with you, I'd like to take you for a date.
Do you think I pass, the meditation test?"
"I'm not sure of that" she said, "but I love your hairy chest."
We lived happily ever after - I'm her king and she's my queen,
The secret of our happiness? Our communication's ..... clean.

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