A Day of Lightness
In many ways every day is the same. The sun rises gloriously over the eastern direction. It is a clear and round redness and moves ever so subtly. A perfect example of levitation—you can find in the sun. At least it looks like the sun is the perfect yogi.
Most mornings display layers of fog. As a group of us were ambling along, with coriander fields on both sides of our trail, we were frivolously doing limbo under the lowest layers of mist. We cleared that bar of fog quite easily.
Limbo, we could do. Levitate, we could not.
Devananda is a Bengali pujari (priest) who served in our Toronto temple some years back. He returned to his homeland and built up a business and a house, and now we have found ourselves in his simple tiny, but charming, home. What a feast he cooked up for us! We were in a light mood after that meal and consequently posed ourselves into a service mood. We formed a massage circle and went to it, hoping to assist in digestion.
I reflected on the night before, when the kirtan mela (chanting festival) was in full swing. The Pancha Tattva Hall, the venue, was just packed with enthusiastic youths engaged in surrender to the mantra. The body was in motion, as in dance. The mouth was fully sounding out that mantra. The mind was absorbed in abandonment to the service.
When I jumped into the circle of dancers, it excited the guys that an old geezer like myself would join them.
May the Source be with you!