It Was 2 am
It was 2 a.m. I could not sleep
well so I decided to hit the pavement, or rather the side-walk. I opened the
loading door as my exit from the temple/ashram where I live and there lie a man
in prostrations, in other words, head and stomach down. I don’t know how long
he lay there but as soon as I swung open the door he noticed me and offered an
apology saying, “I’m coming back from work and I just wanted to get the Lord’s
“Fine!” I said, “But you did
“I’m sorry.” He went right back
to his obeisance while I went to commence walking. I thought that perhaps there
is something genuine to what he was doing. The ground he lay on was cold. It
was minus seven Celsius at the time. Some people value tapasya,
It was indeed a chilly morning.
The sky, being clear for the most part, accommodated whitish clouds pushed from
the north. I could detect some biting currents coming from the west. Cardboard
scrap was being tossed about and the north/south bus on Yonge was covered with
dirt-salt film. Winter can bring on a gloomy aspect at times.
The day, however, was one of
warmth and satisfaction. I consider that so having delivered five classes on bhakti,
the first and last were in person and the in-between were live-streamed. For
me, it is always gratifying to share wisdom and when questions flow from the
listeners I know I’ve made a tiny impact.
May the Source be with you!