Longdenville, Trinidad
Notable Stroll
It is now customary that, while still in the dark just
before dawn, I go for a notable stroll with comrades, across the street from
the temple, The usual features are there
in that modest residential neighbourhood—the potholes in the road, half-built
homes, and canines who bark and gather like a bunch of gangsters. They, the gangsters, are not much to worry
about. They can be loud. They can come forward to huff and puff, but
they are not a match for our bhakti brigade. We are merely walking and
chanting softly on our beads. Sure, they
are territorial, but we will let them live in their instinct, because let it be
known, it is also an illusion. Territory
belongs to the Supreme.
I look up. Perhaps my
comrades are also looking at the sky and at a greater power—the moon. Now careful, we go on. The potholes are pools. We had several showers last night. Clouds had let loose their contents.
One more feature of this hood is that many of the homeowners
happily like us. It is evident when the
rare motorist comes by, or a homeowner greets us with a "Haribol,"
"Sita Rama" or even, "Hare Krishna." Hearing such terminology is relaxing and
reassuring.
Incidentally, in the afternoon, a kirtan mela was
held—an uproarious one—at the temple.
Guru Prasad Swami also spoke about the value of sacred sound in the dark
pit of Kali-yuga. I backed his remarks
by saying that chanting dissolves that which is dark, spooky and threatening. https://youtu.be/eATyEBIoLyU
May the Source be with you!
2 km
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