The Japa Gang
There is a regular group of us, a non-official japa mob,
which takes to circling the temple in the morning. I use the word mob, (maybe
gang is more appropriate) to indicate that we are a dangerous lot. Armed with a mantra, we are committed to
declaring war on the illusion of our own world.
When you bond together, to get down to business, it produces a positive
end result.
Sadbhuj, a monk I've known from Germany
I'm dying to know the type of birds that fly over us. They are of different breeds from those I am
familiar with. I asked the “gang” if
anyone has heard a loon before. “No!”
“Well, Google it.”
His cry is the most haunting/mystical sound you'll ever have
heard on earth. It's a sound of
eeriness, reassurance and calmness all wrapped in one. Check it out!
I've never really heard Krishna playing
His flute, but I would say that nature is cutting it close when you hear this
bird show off.
Many hours were spent, not with the japa mob (that occupied
one hour) but with our drama crew working hard to première the play “Mr
Puri.” It highlights a monk who’s
trekked hundreds of miles. He travelled
a lot, and with a heavy load of sandalwood for his worshippable deity Gopal.
Our troupe did marvellous. This is a
real passion for me – putting together stories in theatrical format, apart from
walking and listening to the loon.
May the source be with you!
7 km
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