I wrote the following upon returning home from one of Maharaji's events, in Australia, a few years ago.
People ask me what it was like being with Maharaji five days in a row.
Here's what I tell them:
It was like spinning around in a monsoon, cup in hand, trying to catch the rain. Every time I noticed that my cup was full, I opened my mouth to sing, but my mouth filled up with water. I gulped, I drank, I bailed my boat of joy.
Somehow, in between the tidal waves of love and my odd little habit of trying to understand what in the world was going on, I heard what he said:
"Get wet! Get wet!"
Posted by Mitch Ditkoff at March 2, 2011 10:18 PM
Love and gratitude!
not to rain on your parade, dear Kabiranand, but did you ever try to catch rain in your mouth? if it was raining hard enough to fill your mouth, it would be a national flood disaster......
Posted by: sanfranciscojim1 at March 3, 2011 01:30 PM
Jim: Yes, I have tried catching rain in my mouth. Just go with the feeling of the poem. Poetic license.
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