When Yogis Laugh
I remember having tea or lunch at Terayama Sensei's home. He'd sit on the other side of the table, making slurping and chewing sounds. As he ate and drank, his lips would move together with his cheeks. Watching him do this I thought that the foods and beverages didn't taste even nearly as good in my mouth as they did in his! He was able to enjoy shamelessly and full-heartedly what was in front of him.
When people eat good food, they say, "Oh wow, this is good..." and munch it. They raise their glasses for good wine. Over urinals, men grunt with the relief. People, when having orgasms, let out animalistic sounds. When they laugh, there is sound. But all these are typically tame. There is always a lid of fear, insecurity, doubt or shame attached to these moments. Yogis and yoginis don't have these burdens or at least have less of them. When yogis grunt over urinals, it is like New Year's fireworks. When yoginis have orgasms, it is like the last long note sung by Goddess Sarasvati herself. When yogis laugh, the voice echoes into the eternity never dying down. It is true.
Baba, 6.10.22
