Toronto, Ontario
Love Thy Neighbour
“Love thy neighbour as much as thyself,” is a biblical
foundational statement which basically can be considered to have universal
application. It was our decision, the
small group of monks in the ashram,
to join our neighbours on Roxborough St. in the noise-making at 7:30 pm. It has become routine for a dozen or more
households to engage the pots and pans, whistles and shakers in making music in
order to rattle the cage of the corona virus.
You can call it a war-cry machine.
At 7:25 our “motley crew,” as Corrado described us, was
poised at the steps outside. A second
big decision had to be made on what noise-makers do we choose? Dwarkanath has the pair of lungs and
experience to blow a conch. What else?
In my room I usually keep a small assortment of
instruments—a dolak drum, a shaker, a djembe and a didgeridoo. I swiftly grabbed the didgeri for David and
dispersed whatever balance amongst four of us.
One door after another at the right moment revealing our next door
amigos. The fun had begun. It was no big bang theory, only a small bang
reality. Lots of mini-bangs and blows.
The experience, which lasted a good 5-7 minutes, was a good
one. Through the sounds of triumph we
bonded. I don’t know about my comrades
on the steps but I felt like Krishna and Arjuna blowing their conch shells
claiming a victory over evil.
In any event we will continue to make this a ritual in
regimen. But now another decision—which
pair of shoes will I use for my walk tonight?
May the Source be with you!
3km
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