Different Ways of Walking
My fingers were walking over my mala—beads. It is a life-long commitment I made to do those rounds—one hundred and eight beads on a strand to make one round—times sixteen. A vow made to our guru, Prabhupada, it assists in keeping maya, life’s illusions, at bay.
My eyes were walking over words of recent history from the book Chasing Rhinos. The contents are about a revolution in consciousness. John Lennon’s song about revolution suggests change. This evolution begins with a purging of the self. I was sitting on a park bench, at Sandy Hill, reading.
My ears were walking over the sounds of the loud students at the game nearby. They were happy sounds, but flavoured with the two words “like” and the “F” word. This is so common.
My lips and tongue were walking over the savoury morsels of ‘dinner’, as Vinodini put it, actual prasadam, blessed food. Inside the gymnasium of the community centre, participants also enjoyed this great potluck food. And I always like the veggies best.
My senses were walking over the delivery of the presenters who were honouring a saintly lady who passed away recently—Guru Prasad’s wife, Vinodini’s mum. Her name was Niranjani. She was resilient and always soft and smiling.
Overall, I did some walking with varying instruments, all but for the legs. Then time allowed five minutes on Highway 7 as Kasyap, the driver, was chanting his gayatri mantra. To do gayatri you walk your thumb over your fingers. That’s the best way I can describe it.
May the Source be with you!
No reporting of km today.