You Cockroach!
“You cockroach!” said the disheveled looking man when I was
outside at the base of the stairs at Bhakti Lounge.
To make it clear, the term wasn’t lodged towards
me. I had no previous exchange with him. I just opened
the door and appeared when the sound was projected. The cutting
remark with additional language of a six letter word was directed to someone
else, another unfortunate soul.
What was clear to me and to the other members of Bhakti
Lounge poised to begin our sankirtan (public chanting) was that someone was
cursing as a result of some anger and discomfort no doubt. I merely
suggested to the group that we hurry it up with our kirtan and purify the
atmosphere which got some laughter.
I had forgotten the neighborhood we were in. It’s
rather a mix of, on the bright side, students of Ryerson University,
complemented, if you will, by street and drug folks. All the more
reason to be in this location with the presence of Bhakti
Lounge. You go where you can be useful, correct?
From here the juncture of Church and Dundas Street, we
walked in stride with instruments as people in good numbers gad about, which is
common on a Friday night. Well we were the ones having fun and by
reading the faces of others the contagion wore on. As we ambled
along you could see people lighting up. I like to think that they
got more than they bargained for. What can sensual pursuits have
over the aural reception of the groundbreaking sound of mantra power?
May the Source be with you!
5 KM
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