Toronto, Ontario
Moving As A Monk
I'm back at the spot in Kensington Market for chanting on
the grass. With me are David, Nicholas
and Nimai, a young chap from Mexico. We
are not a professional bunch of musicians, but we follow a simple beat with
some standard expressions on the mrdanga drum, while David uses
shakers. We can't be too loud either
with instruments or voices. We don't
care to be either. There's other sources
of music going on including a piano situated at the edge of the park. Strange thing is the piano was installed
there on a concrete patch by someone I know, Anil.
Anil is a member of our community and has been coming to our
ashram/temple since he was young.
He explained that the piano is a new addition to the neighbourhood, and
that it's getting used more and more.
"A great idea!" I said to him.
People actually do not sing, play music or dance enough, let
alone walk. Many of us are like still
furniture. Too sedentary. Rocks do more movement, than some people, by
rolling through erosion, hikers tottering on them or reacting to earthquakes,
volcanoes and sometimes hurricanes. In
any event, we need to be more mobile.
When our chanting session was over, the four of us walked
back to the ashram after my goodbye to Anil. There is always magic that happens when
moving from block to block on the streets.
You meet people, old acquaintances and new. Without fail someone knows the Hare
Krishna. For some, it's Buddha (since we
look like one) and this excites, calms, or at least moves a person,
emotionally, because we are moving as a monk.
May the Source be with you!
4 km
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