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.
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