Toronto, Ontario
While Here
While here in the ashram, I can look out to
see what nature is doing. The windows reveal
the truth. Once again, today is a white
reality. Yes, snow is out there and it
is a natural silencer of things.
“Prabhu, could you please shovel the
snow?” I ask one of the younger monks
willing to get into a workout. Sometimes
it’s two or three volunteers who demonstrate beaver-power as far as team work
is concerned. It’s great to see them out
there with their cardio exercise in full swing.
I had my share of good old-fashioned physio
cleaning the walls and floors of the ashram.
They really needed it and so did I.
Cleaning a holy place is like cleaning the heart. Sri Chaitanya, one of the most outstanding
monks of all times, said to a local trouble-maker, “Amogha, you are born a brahman (a priest). Your heart should be clean. God needs to sit there. He doesn’t like dirty places.”
Amogha was suffering from cholera, a result
(according to those who analyzed the story) of finding fault, chronically, in those
who were innocent. Chaitanya put his
hand on the chest of the ailing Amogha and instant healing took place. It was a miracle, an absolute miracle.
In addition to the cleaning, I trudged on
through snow again today, for two hours, on my way to directing a drama. The white stuff that people seem to abhor
should be given a second look. It cleans
the air and gives us service.
May the Source be with you!
11 km
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