A Yogi Bhajan Parable

by Dennis Bartel, as heard told by Yogiji

Yogi Bhajan told us

Who sat before him of

An adventure in the bath-

Room. He entered and a cock-

Roach scurried out from beneath

The sink. “Yogiji! O, Yogiji,” cried Cock-

Roach, “Let me kiss your lotus feet!” But

Yogi Bhajan saw through this ruse. He hopped

Over Cockroach and came butt down on the toilet.

He looked between his knees and grinned a wise, bear-

Hugging grin. There was Cockroach, frantic. “I recognize you,”

Said Yogi Bhajan. “I know you from a former life. You were a sav-

Adar for Guru Tegh Bahadur.” “Guru who?” said Cockroach. “I don’t

Know no Bahadur.” “O no no,” laughed Yogi Bhajan, shaking his broad,

Turbaned head, “there is no mistake. You found a spiritual teacher but fail-

Ed to follow. There’s nothing lower. No wonder after centuries you’re still a cock-

Roach.” “Honest to God, Yogiji!” cried Cockroach, “You got the wrong guy!”

“And now you want,” said Yogiji, “I should step on you, squish you. You

Want to die a martyr’s death at the feet of a spiritual teacher so you

Can return to a human incarnation. Isn’t that right, Cockroach?”

Cockroach wailed and wept so many great cockroach tears.

“I’m sorry,” said Yogi Bhajan, “you’re going to have to

Go through this life and many more like it –” “No

Yogiji, stomp on me!” But the yogi finished his

Business on the can, scooped up the discon-

Solate insect, placed it gently in the bath-

Tub, washed his hands with soap and

Water, then dried them with a per-

Fumed towel and left the bath-

Room

The Eternal Order intact.