McPherson Street, Toronto
Gently Weeps
The sun captivated everyone. Motorists rolled down their windows to take in the good air as they moved along slowly; as is usual on a Friday afternoon. I had my window down also. I could hear pedestrians and music blaring from the autos.
One guy did it deliberately — had his music pumped up and loud — as he coasted along near our temple. It was “While My Guitar Gently Weeps” by George Harrison and the boys, the Beatles. I was actually having my lunch at the time and I had an additional tantalizer for the ears. This song was desert as it joyfully dragged on because the motorist was approaching a stop sign.
Quickly I scurried down after the meal, to meet Dharma on the temple floor. As is custom for most noon time aratis (rituals) Dharmaprana and I sing for the deities of Krishna. It’s a happy time for both of us.
Actual quality time came ever later when I ventured out of the building to take in the good air once again. People are fortunately strolling about. Those that don’t brave the out-of-doors may possibly be gently weeping, like George’s guitar, and for whatever reason. It could be because they are deprived of social interaction, or they may have lost their job due to Covid, feel cooped up, whatever. Perhaps a spiritual component is missing in life.
From the lyrics: I look at the world and I noticed it’s turning / with every mistake we must surely be learning / still my guitar gently weeps.
May the Source be with you!
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