Mahebourg, Mauritius
By the Sea
In 1802 the French and English had a fierce naval
battle at the bay here near Lion’s Mountain. Kala, Tamohara and I ventured along the town’s
sea wall catching the salt infused currents. We stumbled upon an impressive arts and
culture outdoor amphitheatre, a prospective place for a bhakti show in the future. The occasional Banyan tree graced
the coast line dwarfing us. Young men at
soccer filled a playing field.
Clouds above threatened a downpour. We found shelter from a giant Banyan. Then a more serious onslaught of rain compelled us to head for a roof by a rehab drug clinic. Oh, yes, even here on this tiny Indian Ocean island of Mauritius, social ills challenge the human race.
Our trio continued our exploration of the town. If we could, we would want to boast having touched each street, but time was pressing, calling for an engagement at the auditorium of the local Durga mandir. Eventually the place filled up. I realized that translation from English to Creole was necessary for my message to be understood, so a person by the name of Kaunteya did so.
And this message was that while we venture our way through myriad species of life, the soul’s obligation is to reach the human’s actual potential. “I am not this body,” I stressed. And we let everyone there go home with reciting and hopefully retaining these precious words in Sanskrit, “Aham brahmasmi!” More definitively we are saying, "I AM SPIRIT".
May the source be with you!
4 KM
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