Toronto, Ontario
Finish With Stridulating
I took an early stroll, going through a residential area, where the homes are particularly well built with strong foundations and thick walls standing so solid. I was thinking that I would like my bhakti to be like that—firm, unbreakable, at least unshakable. Well, I do believe that that may not actually be possible, but more like a fantasy because what wind, storm or turbulence could not undo anything an insignificant living entity could establish? That includes whatever buildup of devotion I may have mustered up.
“The credit for spiritual strength that I may say is my own, is in truth yours, my Guru-Maharaj, Prabhupada.” Today is his ‘Vyasa-Puja’, the day of remembering Prabhupada, as it was in 1896 in Kolkata, that he was born. A noon-time ceremony was held and some meaningful readings, original compositions expressed by members of this community, were read. It was very serious and very sweet at the same time.
When the event was completed, it was already dark, and I was up for more strolling. David, who is one of the residents, suggested I check out Ramsden Park.
“You might like to hear those tree crickets, millions of them,” he said.
Basically, he was expressing how magical the moment was, which he had just personally experienced while sauntering through there.
So, I went to Ramsden Park, took to a bench and admired the chirping, or what’s more formally known as ‘stridulating’. I looked all around and thought, How perfect this night and surroundings are for Krishna‘s dance with the gopis. I’m thankful for my guru’s blessings that I’m even able to think like that.
May the Source be with you!
3 km
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