Pages

26 September 2010

because yoga cooks us



Chickpea to Cook
~Jalaluddin Rumi
(translated by Coleman Barks)

A chickpea leaps almost over the rim of the pot
where it's being boiled.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

The cook knocks him down with the ladle.

"Don't you try to jump out.
You think I'm torturing you.
I'm giving you flavor,
so you can mix with spices and rice
and be the lovely vitality of a human being.

"Remember when you drank rain in the garden.
That was for this."

Grace first. Sexual pleasure,
then a boiling new life begins,
and the Friend has something good to eat.

Eventually the chickpea
will say to the cook,
"Boil me some more.
Hit me with the skimming spoon.
I can't do this by myself.

"I'm like an elephant that dreams of gardens
back in Hindustan and doesn't pay attention
to his driver. You're my cook, my driver,
my way into existence. I love your cooking."

The cook says,
"I was once like you,
fresh from the ground. Then I boiled in time,
and boiled in the body, two fierce boilings.

"My animal soul grew powerful.
I controlled it with practices,
and boiled some more, and boiled
once beyond that,
and became your teacher."


atha, yoga, anusasanam

2 comments:

svasti said...

Totally. And it's like... how can you even THINK yoga is just about asana, eh? Get back in the pot for some more cooking, now! ;)

Linda-Sama said...

after spending the weekend with my teacher who studied with Krishnamacharya for 30+ years....don't EVEN talk to me about doing yoga to lose your bra fat, burning your blubber, or frying your fat. I never read those three phrases in the Sutra-s.