Saturday, 15 February 2020

Wednesday, February 12th, 2020


Mayapura, India

Not A Night

There is not a night when the jackals don't howl.  It is, for me, reassuring that nature is still around.  And wild.  In the morning, when Corrado and I exit our room at 4:00 a.m., aimed at reaching the Samadhi for mantras, the moon is at some angle, seemingly jumping.  With each new pre-dawn period, we find him in a new corner in the sky, these days diminishing in size. 

There is a mist.  A chill. Some dew on the vegetation.  Then there's the samadhi itself, with floor tiles posing challenges for most of us.  Yes, it's a bone-chilling winter/spring. 

Meetings have begun, and I'm able to keep up some regimen with the drama practices, morning and evening.  A marvelous presentation was done by Vaisesika on the topic of book publication and sales.  In the auditorium, a new friend joined us—a bird, common to the area.  He got struck by a rickshaw, according to the rescuer, Arya.  She was witness to the bird's injury.  She picked him up, wrapped him in her shawl and brought him to watch one of our rehearsals, or at least hear it.  We were not aware of his presence until after.  He looked like a prince in that colour of cloth. 

Time passed, and then I asked Arya, 'How's the feathered jiva (living being) doing?"

"I brought him out and he flew away."

I guess he’s been given a second chance—a second chance to fly, take in the adventure, and then?  The rest is in the hands of you know who?

May the Source be with you!
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