Never Alone
Toronto, Ontario
For today I basically spun around the temple for the early walk. The sky appeared threatening for rain, so I stuck by and near the shelter that I know. Should there come a sudden downpour, I would make a sudden dash for it.
Running, in general, is not my thing. Walking is. I think that perhaps that at an age, I’m 60, going for a run is less appealing. It wasn’t always like that. I recall in public school, just in my preteens, I had a bit of a reputation among peers for being a high speed runner at field day. Maybe it was the 100 yard dash. In any case there was a period in youth hood where I could fly. Those were the days.
The newspaper delivery guy sprinted past me. When it was not drops of rain that were a threat, but just a plain chill that struck the body, urging me to make it my last revolution, clockwise around the building. I settled for aggressive pacing inside and to be content that God is inside as much as outside, especially if it be a temple.
This is Upanishadic thinking; God is within and without. God is near and also far. God is fast and yet doesn’t move at all. Just to stretch the concept; God is wet and also dry, can be found in rain and snow, in the sun, the wind. Nowhere is there an absence of the absolute.
Conclusion: we should never feel alone.
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1 comment:
Very introspective piece. I really enjoyed reading it. I loved the message-that we are never alone.
It reminds me of a purport in the Gita As It Is, when Srila Prabhupada likens the relationship of the Paramatma to the soul as a bee to a flower, calling the Paramatma the "soul's constant companion". That was an illustration that really stuck with me.
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