Brahma Dung Ananda

Salutations oh great Mistress of the Web!

Ma name’s Dave and I have resided in Nickel Creek, New Mexico for over thirty years. I am a product of the great Atlantean Wave of consciousness that swept our beloved planet back in 65 and have lived contentedly and harmoniously with a few friends who occasionally frequent this haven of love.

About three weeks ago I was a sitting out on my porch watching the cars travel by on highway 86, when suddenly this wonderful convertible roars up into my driveway. It was a marvelous automobile! I leaped out of my chair when I saw the driver. He looked like an old friend of mine from the wondrous days of love at the Taos commune. His beautiful long hair a flying in the wind. As soon as the car stopped, he opened the door and I could see his robe and cowboy boots. He was a sight for poor eyes. Even though I had never met him before, he was like an old friend. His eyes lit up as our eyes met and I greeted him with a Nickel Creek hug.

"Welcome to the Nickel Creek place of spacious and abiding love!", I said.

He smiled a huge grin and said, "I am Brahma Dung Ananda. Great Avatar, Bearer of the Eternal Flame and Humble Enlightened Teacher!" He then sat right down and meditated right there on the ground. Seeing as that this just might be a pretty good idea, I too, sat right down and, even though I had not meditated in several years, it all came back. Why, we must have had the most outrageous meditation! I bet it lasted at least three to five minutes. When it was over, we proceeded to mosey over to the porch and visit.

Seems as though he was headed towards the Northwest and had found himself traveling Southwest. I told him that that sort of thing happened to me quite often!

Soon my organically aromatic friend went over to that fabulous convertible and returned with a bottle of Jack Daniel’s, which he referred to as "The Spirit Guide" Soon as you could drop an nickel to the ground, we was a consulting that there guide. The Spirit Guide, in conjunction with the recent meditation, soon had me going to places in my mind that I usually can only approach with the help of the fruits of my herbal garden out back. In fact, there was one point when I swore to my new friend, Brahma Dung Ananda, that this reminded me of some LSD that I took way back in 72 called "Thunder Fuck". He just smiled and dissolved into a huge pile of what appeared to be Cow Dung. All I could do was giggle.

The next morning, he shared with me some wonderful pictures of you and two other ladies dancing the Dharmic Dance. It is a vision that has stayed indelibly etched in my mind! Yesterday, while I was driving my old Chevy pickup down the road to Cornudus, Texas to see my friend Wild Bill and his wife Flower, I was hit with this inspired poem. I had to pull of the road at Salt Flats and jot it down. That is why I am sending you this letter . . . To share the appreciation of that image of your dancing in the natural and open state of freedom . . . So here goes . . . Ahem . . .

"Oh great and wonderful Goddess of Grace,
Oh beautiful woman with pretty face,

The vision of your pose,
Your leg as it rose,

The stretch of the arm,
Gave vision to your charms,

Your upturned breasts,
and all the rest

Makes me pant
And even rant

Is lust such a bad thing?
Would you be into a brief fling?

Please come to Nickel Creek
Where I could take a better peek

Don’t leave me a hanging
For ma heart is a sanging

Do your dance
perhaps an added prance

And I’ll share with you
The wondrous view

of Nickel Creek."

Now I realize that this poem is probably my greatest work of literature so far. But with the reawakening of meditation and the vision of you a dancing in the light of a burning dumpster, my life is suddenly returning to the fire of my younger days.

If you ever want to go on the road, with your other Dharmic Dancers, I am making my services available as a roadie.

Nickel Creek Dave