Toronto, Ontario
The View
In our ashram,
in what are called Prabhupada’s quarters, I sat and admired the view of the
outside. The window facing south is a
cathedral-arched frame exposing the sky.
Cloudy and hazy with sunshine trying to pierce through is how I see the
space above. On one level slightly
below, spring-budding branches dance on the chest of Vayu, the master of the wind.
Victorian house rooftops are also within my vision.
A leisurely park, recently renovated, is
just south of the homes, adding green space to the neighbourhood. May (I pray) it stay that way.
“We don’t need any more highrises around
here,” I mentioned to Gaurachandra of Hungary. He had come to join and bring
that view of optimism, a view which leads the eyes to contemplate the lake five
kilometres further south—one of the Great Lakes.
People living in the city forget about this
massive body of water, a body of beauty.
We need to revere such bodies and not lust in greed over how much profit
can be made from building and blocking a God-given waterfront view.
Developers—I sometimes brood over their
exploits, unless, of course, they are allowing trees and foliage to do their
thing.
In 2015, I walked across the city of
Detroit on a one-day pilgrimage. Some of
the neighbourhoods had been devastated by neglect. Some homes had been broken into years
before. Some had been burned down,
leaving empty lots. These dynamics have
somehow allowed nature to take its course.
That’s glorious!
May the Source be with you!
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