Ah, yes, Saint Patrick's easter comes fashionably late. "This is an old one isn't it?" Someone asked me today. "Yeah, it's three or four years gone by now." "Still it's such a beautiful dress. The crowns, effulgences and hars" "The garlands are too." Giridhari's cape is so wonderful. The folks who came today for sure haven't seen the Deities in a while. But that's alright, come back, Prabhu, Gandharvika and Giridhari don't ever forget. "How could you stay away so long?" They ask when someone decides to come back.
The sun came out today and despite the cold the pedaling was alright. Down the asrama road to the bear and then to the leaf around the opal cliff and then back up to the asrama. Streets are full of lights, still the asrama's there to go to. The ramble around from the asrama and back to wake the Deities is colorful, full of traffic, and windy but just to be out is such a rush that it makes up for all that it isn't. Now the nights have begun to ever so slightly get shorter
Tell me lies that you can't even try and disguise. There is ample time for them to engage in their night time pastimes. They are divine as they go out dancing night after night.