A Fiery Dream
Toronto. Ontario
I took to a speedy trek down a quiet ravine over bumpy ice and then through park paths and into a busy Christmas traffic to finally stumble upon the World Olympics torch runner. Yonge Street was pedestrian-happy to watch the procession of hype over the big games to take place in Vancouver.
The torch has been making its way across Canada which is a lengthy process (take it from an old pro having walked it thrice). Seeing that torch conjured up thoughts of the god Agni and how vital is his presence at Vedic ceremonies; of ancient Greece where mega competitive sport may have taken birth for the western world; of succession, the passing of a baton in a race or empowering the new king by way of passing a crown, father to son. I was also reminded about inheritances and of disciplic succession when a sisya (student) becomes a guru (teacher) who teaches a student who eventually becomes a guru.
I did not stay long enough or follow the runner behind his feet to watch a passing of the torch. There was a lot of excitement in the air and people surely perked up to see that fire coming southbound on Yonge. There is a vibration of an anticipated party, and that, it seems, breaks the monotony.
I sigh and wish that even a small investment of spiritual practice could make its way to the public, breaking the boredom. Let the sports go on, but let the spirit go on as well to greater heights.
The flames faded away and eventually became buried by police flashing lights. It represents a dream.
8 km
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