There was a high concentration of saffron at our morning sadhana program. This simply means that monastic fellows were in good attendance. The venue was the conference room at Ram Sukh Resort. We enjoyed singing in gratitude to guru, to Krishna, to His pleasure potency Radha - Female Divine. And for meditation on the Earth green we praised Tulasi, the sacred herb mentioned over and over in ancient texts of bhakti (devotion).
To prove our amicable nature towards the earth's bounties coupled with a fever for seeing old and antiquated anythings, a few of us set foot to trek in the local wilderness. We had in mind to explore. Two groups went their own chalked out routes. Lokanath Swami heading the first group and Dominique was our guide for the second group. It was a two and a half hour exploration through the low jungles of the area. We then ventured to a Siva Lingam Temple, a structure from another era; rewinding time 5000 years to when the warrior Bhima of the famous Pandavas erected this piece of wonder.
While Bhakti Bhringa Govinda and Radhanath Swamis were being treated for leech attacks, the balance of us zealously stepped into a moment of great honor in time. At this temple courtyard a stone carving of Siva's bull Nandi spouts out from his mouth the pure water source of one of India's sacred rivers, The Krishna. The river flows for hundreds of kilometers to the southern state of Kerala - awesome. We stand to be corrected however, because just a few meters in elevation is another temple where apparently 5 rivers converge in the form of spring water, which come forth like little trickles before they transform into volumes of Bhumi's (earth) elixir.
Prahlad Rathi, our resort owner, so kindly ventured with us. And although he may be classified as being in the big-shot category as a swanky businessman, on the contrary he is as humble and accommodating as they come. It is not that saintly hood only comes in packages of saffron or in the dress of the royal order like the hero Bhima, but you can find it streaming from anywhere and everywhere like the many springs that rhythmically descend to the base of the Krishna Valley. By the end of the day we fondly looked at the sun's bowing out in this magical valley.
May that great Source be with you!