Hare Krishna
Hare Krishna
Krishna Krishna
Hare Hare
Hare Rama
Hare Rama
Rama Rama
Hare Hare
These are all the lyrics to all the songs that were song last night at Kirtan, a meet up group that gathers first Fridays over top of a restaurant down town. It was my first time there, my first time at a meet up and my first time at such an event.
It's more spiritual than religious, which I like to think I am. I'm not really looking for anything. It's more like I'm feeling for something. That feeling is what other people describe as the spirit coming through them. While I was there I tried to relax my body, which is something I have a very hard time doing, unless I'm asleep, and I'm not sure I even do it then. I came close, but I didn't completely let go.
Afterwards, a quick, brisk (cold, that is) walk to the other end of "Center City" to catch up with my Roll Dawg for a nosh and catch up at Tria, and a random meet with a friend from earlier in the century. And then off to Trestle Inn for carnival hosted and curated by DJs Argo and Lexx. I just shook my ass to some samba, in honor of Mardi Gras/Carnival, which I hear won't be happening in Rio this year. This is as close as I get to relaxing, in a circle of dancers just moving, usually with my eyes closed, no drama, no pick ups, no one-night-stands. I danced up a good sweat and in about 90 minutes it was time to go.
Now, here's my theory as to why the spirit doesn't enter me, and hasn't entered me during such times as funerals (in churches) and Kirtan... because it's already there. If your music is turned up loud, you're not going to hear anything else unless it comes louder. Whatever I have... what I call magic drowning out everything else. It's getting in there, and most likely getting absorbed by what's already going on.
It's nice to be able to have new experiences. It's nice to be able to party with the cats who throw the party.
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