OVERLAPPING ANOTHER TIME,
ANOTHER LIFE
Continuing down Kearny Street, which is sort of a border between Chinatown and the financial district, and then segues into North Beach as it approaches Columbus Avenue, I passed this small hotel (rooming house, really) where I lived for 8 months in 1978-9. It had a different name then, "Amparo's Hotel". I had arrived by Greyhound from Miami Beach after my first wife had kicked me out. I'd spent an exhilirating day walking around the city, feeling, or imagining I felt, vibes from the Gold Rush, down on Market near the bus station. In the late afternoon, I had the thought, "It'll get dark soon, better do something," and I decided, in "zen" spirit, to check in to the next place I passed. This was it.
I spent the next eight months living in a sort of enchantment. My wife and I had recently returned a Pilgrimage to Meher Baba's tomb-shrine in India, my first time there. We had also spent two weeks in Poona, the city where Meher Baba was born, with his brother, Jal, who had told us again and again, "The whole world is Illusion." My way of trying to live that credo literally, dove-tailed with my personal temperament in a way which eventually ended rather badly. (If I write the whole story, I'll add a link here.)
But first I spent eight months living in a kind of paradise, in this exoticto meChinatown atmosphere, drinking coffee and eating pastries in Chinese bakeries, writing and painting, and having not much contact with the rest of humanity.
Across the street from the little hotel, is Portsmouth Square, and oddly English name for a lovely park that could as well be located in China.
I used to sit on these benches, like these men. I remember seeing tourists come and sit there throwing bread crumbs to the pigeons. Oddly, I began to noticewondering if I was seeing thingsthat the pigeons would throw the bread crumbs back to the people! Meher Baba said a new, age of Intuition, brotherhood, and sharing, is gradually dawning on earth. I took this pigeon behavior, which I observed again and again, as a symbol, a sign of this new age, coming from the Silence where it was being birthed. I took a friend to the park one day. His mouth opened in amazement and he said, "the pigeons are throwing them back!"
Anyway, on my journey up toward North Beach, I took a little side-trip to explore this fascinating park. Below is a little gallery of photos. For more information about the history of Portsmouth Square, use this link. |