A Found Poem

In those days devotees
lived in a magical realm,
party to coronas that hovered
around the sun all day,
halos around the moon,
storms that appeared
the instant Da Kalki
laid His hand on a devotee to
Transmit Spiritual Power,
extraordinarily light,
gentle misting "Grace-rains" that
seemed to sparkle with Radiance;

among devotees, all manner
of spontaneous Yogic poses and shakings
of the body, blisses, visions,
high Spiritual samadhis,
sudden satoris,
or intuitive glimpses of the
Witness-Consciousness;

and all this in the midst
of Dionysian romps
in Da Kalki's Residence,
in the meditation halls,
in the hot baths at Persimmon . . .

to the beat of the light soul
and rock music of Stevie Wonder
and John Denver, respectively,
followed by Pachelbel's heart-opening
classical "Canon in D Major"
- encored by Maxine Weldon's
funky "Steamroller"; the largest order of
take-out egg-bacon-cheeseburgers,
French fries, and milkshakes
ever filled by an eatery
in the local town,
and occasional ten-course meals
in the great cuisines,
served in the harmonious rooms
full of flowers and things
pleasing to the eye,
and to the dulcet sounds
of a rare Renaissance lute
(to which Da Kalki, a mischievous
twinkle in His eye, threatened to take
a chainsaw upon observing the
owner-player's precious ego attachment);

the same dinners interrupted
by unanticipated explosions
of Yogic Shakti phenomena
in the devotees
in response
to His Spiritual Heart-Power
(Which was transforming
the landscape and His Residency
into a "Loka" of ecstasy),
so that they sat
snarling and jerking
and blissfully falling
face-forward
into their delicately seasoned
Chinese soup;
other, similar occasions interrupted
by His equally unanticipated
verbal scourgings
of their mediocre fascination
with such experiences and their
total unresponsiveness
as self-yielding devotees
(in a New York idiom
that would hold it own
on the city streets
where it was learned);

one Sunday morning,
heart-Touched tossing
of flowers to Him
in gratitude for the inspiring
Aria of all His Deeds,
all His Words,
and His very human Appearance
among us;

one Saturday morning,
the most blissful, "Bright,"
serene Discourse and Revelation
of the Supreme Divine Person
in and as His own Body
that a human being
could possibly hope
to hear and witness;
and, throughout the many months,
His continual, "radical,"
earthy, vivid,
sometimes hilarious, sometimes shocking,
and always unerring
True Critique
of all seeking
and of the loveless dilemma
and confusion that prompt every
hopeless futile human pursuit
of experience and knowledge,
whether high or low,
in order thereby to obtain Happiness

- "Garbage and the Goddess" was
without doubt one
of the most humanly exuberant,
Spiritually Powerful,
and maddening heart-Distracting
Demonstrations of Divine Sidhi
ever shown on Earth.