Mayapur, India
Fingers Walking
I let my fingers do some walking along the
shoulder and upper backs of fellow monks.
They were either lunching at the time or just sitting in
conversation. I went around the tables
where they were seated. It was my
service to them.
Most of the swamis, monks and seniour men I
approached, were aging and stiff. I
allotted a minute and a half on average.
Oh, they appreciated it alright.
I’m also keeping up therapy for the gout
foot. That means massage. Thanks to my helper Karuna Sindhu, who is, in
my mind, a super-star brahmacari (monk).
When I come to think of it, we have, in Canada, some good men, and the
ones we have are of good quality.
There’s Hayagriva, Brihat, Nitai Ram, and more. They are exceptional. I’m blessed with their company.
This evening we presented “Mr. Puri” the
drama, to gurus, swamis and seniour men and women. Our cast and crew were on fire with the performance. It’s such a magical story, profiling a
walking monk by the name of Madhavendra.
He has interactions with the people of his time, in the 15th
century, and with the deity of Krishna.
The source of the material that provided
the story for the script is from the Bengali text Sri Chaitanya Charitamrita. It’s translated to English—thank God. A good read.
May the Source be with you!
3 km
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