Hindoo – Israelite Folksong

 तत् त्वम् असि 

for sitar, mridangam, vina, musical spoons, washboard, Jew’s harp and banjo
 

 

Swami and Guru-ji went to the river
to wash their souls in the dirty water
filled brass pots while they were at it, singing:

“These are Gods – worship them, worship them,
these are Gods – won’t you worship them please”

Swami and Guru-ji flexed contortions
twisted minds and limbs in knots
sold each other secret mantras
to erase akashic records when the body rots

Swami and Guru-ji taught disciples
how to fast and hum and chant;
bound their loins with priestly garments, saying

“These are Gods – worship them, worship them,
these are Gods – won’t you worship them please”

Swami and Guru-ji swallowed prana
purged their guts, then farted light
launched their chakras into oneness
in the ida and pingala of their third-eye sight

Swami and Guru-ji built a temple
around a monstrous calf of gold
bowed before the six-armed idols chanting

“These are Gods – worship them, worship them,
these are Gods – won’t you worship them please”

Swami and Guru-ji studied parchments
by the dim light of a feeble ray
railed and wailed at the sinful  heathen
in the filthy Kali-yuga of the dying day

Swami and Guru-ji performed ablutions
offered incense and holy foods
ate their share and smoked the profit, humming

“These are Gods – worship them, worship them,
these are Gods – won’t you worship them please”

Swami and Guru-ji’s blissed devotions
entwined their members with the temple belles;
stuck their yonis up their lingams
in the twenty-seventh circle of the seven hells.

Swami and Guru-ji offered puja
wrote it all off as a karmic debt –
forced a shudra to bear the burden, screaming

“These are Gods – worship them, worship them,
these are Gods – won’t you worship them please”

Swami and Guru-ji meditated:
pure omniscience in eternal now –
drank fresh urine from a heifer’s  bladder
for they knew that it was soma from a holy cow.

Swami and Guru-ji merged with Brahman
then went home to the wife and kids.
Told the servants to polish statues, saying

“These are Gods – worship them, worship them,
these are Gods – won’t you worship them please”


THE MORAL: [slower solemn rhythm, no banjo or Jew’s harp]

 Aaron’s calf is ground to powder,
cast upon the Ganges’ tide.
Every tribe shall taste its poison.

 “This is God –worship Him, worship Him –
this is God – let us worship Him now…”

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