Tuesday, January 6th, 2015

Toronto, Ontario

 

People Have Forgotten

 

People have forgotten how to stroll. Its always a race with time. A walk is a run, if not a dance. Dodging one another is commonplace. Pedestrians move each at a different pace. Oncoming walkers stare clear as do you. Some have long strides. The tall guys cover good territory just with one stride. The motion on the street is like a weaving sensation.

Going along Bloor street, people scurry about, trying to reach a destination point, shopping or for a return to home or for a bite to eat in some fast food joint.

There is no herding here. Each has his/her own orbit, their own karma, really. There is a sharing of the street. You then come to a crossing where there is the traffic machine. Stop! Wait! Go! Yellow! Red! Green! It’s a rather bizarre scene - the incompatible two - the man on the wheels and the man on the legs.

I have made my observations right up to Baskin Robbins and the lit Korean tiger. Off I go to the north then east then south, back to my home to fill stomach and mouth.

It was a walk worthwhile. It is my balance. From desk to street, to bed, to worship, to mantra, to people, to bathe, to eat, to sleep, to plan, to talk and finally to walk. Always we come to that point in our day’s cycle - to walk. Like the daily vow to chant and to do full circle with finger on the beads, the conviction to ones walk is what must be, indeed. For health, physical health, our guru has done. It’s a pilgrimage as much as it is fun.

May the Source be with you!

6 KM