Saturday 1 August 2020

Thursday, July 30, 2020

Cherry Beach, Toronto

 

Swim Like A Fish

 

The water was great at Cherry Beach; a rather hot spot in the summertime. It’s a big draw during these sultry, sunny days. This was my first time swimming there. Parking is free. No drinking is allowed on the beach. Positive elements for a monk. Scantily-clad ladies? Not too much of that.

 

It was Billy who drove me there, in his fire-engine red car—I’m not sure of the make. I never took much interest in car models. Trees always got me more excited.

 

Billy also enjoyed the water. It was catch-up time on devotional things. After the swim, or after touching the buoy that reads “Keep Out”, we hit the sand and, at his request for some japa chanting, we plopped ourselves on partial sand/partial weeds for the meditation by a chain barrier. My beads were left in the red car, whereas Billy brought his. He even swam with them on. No hard and fast rules! The metal links on the chain became my beads.

 

We also spoke about podcasting and his desire to go more in that direction, as a service to our guru and the mission. Everyone should have a mission. Not necessarily like some guys that I’d meet on my marathon walks, who were on a long drive—a marijuana mission (that was before it became legalized). Rather, I refer to a personal mission that enhances one’s spiritual capacity. Like Jiv Jago! Wake up sleeping soul! Illusion is all around us. It’s bait and I’m a fish. Don’t get fooled!

 

Swim in the water. Just don’t go for that worm on the hook.

 

May the Source be with you!

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