Toronto, Ontario
At The Square
At Bellevue Square Park in the Kensington area, we chanted. Plopped on the grass near the newly-arrived
piano, Pradhyumna led, then I, and then Karuna.
David played multiple shakers that he had brought, but not all at the
same time. People passed by and some
stopped, cracked a smile, moved their pelvis—but only for a moment—and then
moved on. Others nearby, lying down on
the grass, relished the mosquito-free atmosphere. One woman lay there wiggling only her big
toe. Our soft chant had an effect both
in subtle measures and otherwise. No one
rejected us. In fact, the neighbourhood
is a very accepting place.
At 8:00 p.m., I was to be on a three-way call with my two actors
for our next play, “The Embassy.”
“Guys (to the chanters), it’s time to go,” I said, while a
local church’s bell was ringing. “I’ll stay and be Mr. Director, listening to the
actors playing Krishna and Duryodhana.”
The sun had set, the light was beginning to fade, and then
raindrops began to fall as I was listening.
Most of those ‘pelvis’ people and toe-wrigglers were now up and
gone. A few stragglers kept passing by
my stationary spot.
Duryodhana’s words came across strong. “Go! Go to your stall, with limbs white with
the dust from the hooves of your cattle…”
Krishna’s response:
“So be it then. Hearken then to
the message of Yudhisthira!”
It was all so dramatic. The rain forced me to move
May the Source be with you!
4 km
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