Giridhari blows his flute and Mahaprabhu begins his kirtan, and the devotess dance before their eyes sparkling like a million suns calling the rest of us on and on from all places of the universe. Offered on SGM's appearance day of two thousand five jaya gurudeva. "The Krsna Madhuri flowers save the day and stretch the garlands" the maker said. With the curtain open the Deities outshine all the stars and as devotees arrive from all over the three worlds remembering the day it was offered chant "jaya gurudeva"
Today must have been a recumbent festival there were at least seven as i pedaled this afternoon. Along the road past the high school and the hopstial to the car dealership whose display window the radicals broke last year. The radicals have been pacified by a pedaler's lane on that road now. The around to the east cliff where school children released from captivity haunt the beach. Then through the village and around the market to feed the bear. Whoa it's already time for the waking hammer! Back for a quick loop to the post office, the snob hill and the wharf road then looking over i see the kala rupa once again starring me down. Sprint to the arati.
The most blessed event this evening as usual. "Shiver me timbers!!!!!!!! Murka you back there? The doors are locked!" chacha Sid hadn't come back before his parrot had squwoked.