Image of a cornucopia basket with abundance of fresh fruits. Transcendental Yogi Tales #2
25 Mar

Transcendental Yogi Tales #2

 

Thanksgiving

 

The truth of our hearts

Lies in a moment in time

A thanksgiving of the divine

In which you blow my mind

As you are beautiful

But not in the physical

I adore your big beauty within

More than I ever could

And I love you so

Into a dream of deep care

From which I grow

And learn who I am

In this heart of mine

 

Thanksgiving

 

The joy of the soiree is in the care space of the Yogi. Yogi Bodhi is a gorgeous not sort of man who is bald, fosters a large appendage upon his face known as a nose, has big fat lips, dark skin and curly black eyebrows. His laugh is contagious however and he is known as the comedian Yogi of our hearts. Aspirants come to learn laughter, joy and hope giving birth to something new possibly after a life trauma but not always. Those who gather around the Yogi appreciate his sense of humor about life and about yourself. Each must be prepared to laugh at you as well as at others about the antics of partnership and friendship of the kinship variety of an amazing ashram of our hearts.

 

The room is candlelit for the dinner of the divine conception of ourselves. It is a spring gala event at Ashram Libertee. The room shimmers with silks of gold cast upon all tables. Glass bowls are laden with bountiful abundance of divine flavors that entice the senses to eat too much. Yogi Bodhi is a large man with a belly that jiggles as he laughs. Many in the ashram engorge themselves gaining weight over time if they stay too long. Those seeking partnership attempt to eat less but often fail due to the delight of the taste buds, if not the waistline. The Yogi encourages each to fill themselves grandly at each seasonal harvest ball in thanksgiving of self.

 

The music delights and some do dance and sing along with the many ashram story songs composed for the Yogi through time. Folk bump into one another due to the buxom nature of both male and female devotees of Ashram Libertee. It is a liberty to eat too much. It is a liberty to laugh too much. It is a liberty to feel free to do the opposite of what all other ashrams preach which is to fast, cleanse, grow lean and dance into the night swaying with another type of Yogi other than Yogi Bodhi. Read more

Image of a delicate white chrysanthemum with violet and gold at its center. Transcendental Yogi Tales #1
26 Feb

Transcendental Yogi Tales #1

 

Section 1: Transcendental Yogi Tales Introduction

 

The tale of the Yogi

Is transcendental

In a dream of himself or herself

And always divine

In its outcome

As the love of the truth

Is fostered

Within each and all

In the grace and enchantment

Of what is possible

In the care of the whole

Of the ashram and people

Of his or her heart

 

Master Ananda shares from his heart transcendental stories of Yogis of the feminine, masculine and sometimes both through time. Each story aligns a blessing from the divine grace of the spirits that love humanity when a Yogi is present in your midst. The love of the two and the care of the ashram prevails in a divine sequencing of dream that only a master of truth can foster for others through time. May each story warm your heart and allow you to dream in Yogi parables of a fate divine ahead.

 

In the love of the love within,

Asur’Ana and Per

Tao

 

The Truth of Ourselves

 

The love of the sway

Departs a rhythm

Of a soar into heaven

Like two birds of ourselves

Into the moonlit sky

In your arms I am forever

In the forever of the truth

Of the love of who I am

In a transcendental journey

Of a Yogi system

In which the nonphysical is real

And all else is not

And the love of spirit

Is sublime

 

The Truth of Ourselves

 

The flight path with the Yogi is divine. I soar and sail with Rareitish every other week in his recitals of music with his divine consort who dances under the starry night skies of his ashram “Suhana”. Suhana translates into “beautiful” in our language and indeed the land and lodging is beautiful indeed in Ashram Suhana. The lake is picturesque and can be bathed within in three regions; one for men and one for women and the other for partnerships. The love is high at noon and dinner is sublime at seven and the evenings often flow with amazing music from around the countryside as musician after musician arrives to add to the orchestra of the ashram. I too am a dancer at age eighteen known as Swarza. Swarza is the Yogi’s name for me that was offered at age fourteen as I motioned to remain in his care due to the truth that the Yogi is my father. Read more