I’m enjoying the trek around Sparta Lake once again, but some people who live in this private lake community are not paying much attention to what they have. A road from up the hill connects to the laneway around the lake. Out from that uphill road emerges a black car (the make I don’t know) with a large dent on the side. The windows were closed but I could hear the loud rap music. It was hard to see the driver for the smoke inside, but I could sure smell the weed seeping through. It was strong. My point is the man from this neat neighbourhood just couldn’t appreciate the natural haven he’s in.
I began to reflect on my good fortune. I don’t need to hang out with such individuals. My lucky streak has me associating with pious people much of the time. Haripad and I left for a new community developing in Somerset which is predominantly a South Indian group in their facility - a house functioning as a temple. There at a short time after 9 am we conducted another one of those havan ceremonies. Under the direction of the priest, Padmodar, a couple were initiated. Karunakar received the name Kartikeya. And his good wife, Mythily, accepted her new Sanskrit name - Mitravinda. They are so sweet.
From here my driver was Virat Rupa, my walking partner through Guyana, who drove me to the next destination, a temple in Edison. I chose to read some of my poems and intermittently speak from the Bhagavad-gita the 5th chapter regarding aloofness from the world.
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