Toronto, Ontario
From a Cold Bum to High Altitude
Our group of one dozen monks sat down at our regular class
time, 7:30 a.m., this morning, to hear about Krishna’s daily activities from
Canto Ten. In some respects, they are
much like our own. The difference being,
however, that we are recipients of positive and negative karma, while we
Learn that Krishna’s transcendental nature finds no room for karma. It is indeed interesting to compare tiny
souls to the magnet we know as Krishna.
Before my flight to Frankfort, and then on to Chennai,
India, I organized a kirtan at Bellevue Square Park. I was eager for some blessing in the form of
chanting and interacting with people. It
is a piece of our tradition, as well as in our blood, that chanting pleases
Krishna.
Initially, a faithful five of us sat on the grass but in the
shade. The earth on the buttocks sent
some cold waves up the legs and thighs. We
moved to the square’s highest elevation, more warmth by the sun, and with fewer
trees. That was better.
Okay, so I had made my way to the counter for Lufthansa
Airlines. I was asked for my
passport. I was so proud to present my
spanking new passport. But there was a
problem, however. There was no visa for India stamped in there. The airlines asked if I had my old
passport. No, I didn’t. There, a visa is stamped with an expiry date
of 2020. Victor, my companion for this
trip, was as surprised as I was. I
needed that visa. I called the temple,
my residence, to fetch my old passport. Jay
delivered it. Time was tight. So much
sweat! I was the last passenger on
board.
May the Source be with you!
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