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Wednesday, March 11th, 2026 Burnaby, British Columbia On the plane, this composition rolled out onto some paper: A GURU IS OR WHAT TO EXPECT FROM A GURU A guru is not a king Perhaps the center of a ring Moving on levels of dignity Crowned by acts of humility Apolitical in every sense of the word Repeats what his ears have heard And registers through what he’s seen A guru ’s life is thoroughly clean He bonds with brothers Cutting bondage from mundane others Limiting a maya ’s

Tuesday, March 10th, 2026 Ramsden Park, Toronto The beautiful thing about 17 Celsius weather is that the thaw is on. As a small group of us strode along in the park at a still dark hour, 6:30 AM, we passed by a neighbour with her dog. I took the liberty to offer a morning greeting.  “Spring is finally here!”  “Oh, don’t say it too loud,” responded the woman.  We had a little chuckle over that remark. Like her, I bear a dose of superstition. If God, or one of the many gods, li

Monday, March 9th, 2026 Caledon, Ontario Members of our Bhakti Academy in Toronto (BAT) were hankering to go on an outing. They wanted a break. It had been a long and brutal winter and a modest trip to the country would be fun. A change would be good. The idea came up to visit Gir Farms in Caledon. We had been there before. Everyone loved it. And besides, a Canadian swami  had come to visit and we could get a good message from him apart from the great hospitality we receive f

Sunday, March 8th, 2026 Streetsville, Ontario What is Streetsville? It is one of those charming early Victorian southern Ontario towns. Streetsville, once a tiny town, is now at the heart of Mississauga, one of the largest urban areas of Canada. Still, Streetsville retains a sweetness. And in the heart of this sweet walkable area, devotees of Mississauga come together every week for a Krishna conscious gathering. The group has three chanting sessions, a pravachan  (discourse)

Saturday, March 7th, 2026 Ramsden Park, Toronto Based on yesterday’s experience I conjured up this poem - Are You a Monk? ARE YOU A MONK? “Are you a monk?” a pedestrian asked “Yes, I am, I’m not masked From half a century I’ve been that And walking has been my format” Two young women asked the same Shocked as if I’m of the hallmark fame We’re the last of a rare species going extinct Stunned, their mouths opened, eyes hadn’t blinked I walked Michigan in the USA Met a Native, I

Thursday, March 6th, 2026 Brampton, Ontario Uddhava and I had a pleasant trip on the GO train to the Mount Pleasant station in Brampton where a most amicable person, Anjit, picked us up for a home program, which, by the way, was also pleasant. To get to the GO station I decided to walk from our Midtown temple at 243 Avenue Road to the greater building, Union Station. I ended up detouring at Old City Hall. The distance was 4 kilometres. It was the interactions with pedestrians