Who: Kali, Krishna Where: NYU campus When: Tuesday, mid-day Rating/Warnings: none, as of yet
Krishna enjoyed the lifestyle he lead as Kanha Lahiri. He enjoyed the day to day simplicities (and inevitable complications) of a near-human life. Humans were very fascinating creatures – he felt he could connect with them on most levels. He was, in essence, a kind of human himself. A pseudo-human. He was essentially a filter between the humans and the higher Hindu pantheon, yet his existence had spiraled into its own life, with his own thoughts, experiences, and followers. He had become his own entity. He was still very connected to Vishnu – could feel his presence at the back of his mind, like having a word on the tip of one’s tongue. The Christian followers, in an effort to assimilate all that is different into their own narrow scope, compared him to Jesus Christ. For one, Krishna was not nearly as humble.
Kanha found that one of his best meditation spots, despite all of its distractions, was a wrought iron bench beneath a small sapling in the middle of NYU's campus. As a diety, Krishna had to draw at least some power from humans so that he did not wink of out existence.
Kanha loved “his” spot mainly for the tree. It bloomed wonderfully in the spring – big, fluffy, cloud-looking flowers whose sweet smell reminded him of home. This scent centered him in a place that allowed him to open a channel, which then allowed him to reach out mentally. It was no longer as arduous a task as it had once been – the University was a particularly strong hub of Hindu thoughts and mutterings, with its section of classes devoted solely to India and its teachings, as well as the burgeoning influx of foreign students.
He only took what he needed – never too much, for that simply was not his way. It was much like eating just enough food to survive comfortably, never over-indulging, always moderating. For what was Krishna if not the keeper of moderation?
He loosely clasped his hands together, settling them comfortably in his lap. Taking in a slow, deep breath, he allowed his mind to be freed of all conscious thought and to open to the world around him.