Thursday, 3 February 2011

Wednesday, February 2nd, 2011

Black Night

Toronto, Ontario

"Crunch! Crunch!" goes the sound of the feet over fresh laden snow. The rhythm remains uneven though, as some of the sidewalk is revealed having been shoveled and scraped, then salted.

The trekking was essential after a meal of hot ravioli and delicious wraps with hummus. Thanks to Adi Kurma and Amala, the cooks, all went down well. The walking encourages it all to burn in the furnace of my stomach while moving through the evening's new moon air.

The sky is black; the ground, pure white. In a tiny parkette, someone has taken to the ice gliding over its hard surface and in this family friendly neighbourhood of Annex walkers, equal the number of motorists. "Jaya!" I say in my heart denoting the sign of victory. With the onslaught of a blizzard earlier on automation has been retarded or halted.

Nature seemed to have won the arm wrestle with man tonight. To that gain my soul leaps with the expression of "Jaya!"

It will remain so, nature's dominance, until the morning rush of passion when I will be in the temple singing with monastic brothers, the song, "Vibhavari Sesa". The author, Bhaktivinod Thakura, remarks, "The night has come to an end and the light of dawn is entering. O jiva soul, rise and give up your sleep."

Those words are meant for me as much as for anyone else. We are cocooned in our ego. The sleep is very deep like some of the snow I'm treading through.

"Crunch! Crunch!"

4 KM

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