Monday, July 30, 2007



All gardenia garlands shine before our eyes and the Deities make them beautiful fragrance 'cross the universe offered on the appearance day of Gurudeva. The gold, yellow and white with Giridhari's turban and the tierras for Gandharvika and Mahaprabhu.
Visiting the bear and around the wharf road back over the long curvy road to the asrama door for to wake them from their nap. Then on to the downtown saluting one pedaler who had "gotten 'bent" he gave me an ear to ear smile but i had no time to waste the sticky doctor was waiting and even though the lights conspired against me i rolled in as the clock tower chimed the hour. Back around the market where the seamstress asked me how it went. The report given back to the asrama past the soccer pitch around the cemetery and the library next the vacuum store onto the road seeing several trainers seriously studying their vo2max soon the sandhya is there and the evening meleodies.
There's many name for the outfits they wear at night, this one has a special one too, they call east bengal the radhadesa, this one's baby blue. The fog has crept in over the tree line and brought some warmth for their evening pastimes.

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Sunday, July 29, 2007



Does this picture make you want to get up and scream? The red backdrop brings the stripe to a pop. Thunderclap in your ear wakes you from any mundane dream
Oh urvasi
More suspended animation garlands today the petals from the roses in a spray.
As i took off today, what did i see but the motorcycle sloka slinger with his Mercedes bonnet raised and i heard him exclaim as i rolled out of sight "Let us be saved!" i answered "Not perfect!" and went on down the drive. Pedaling by the kernel of divine love curve and around folks in odd costumes on their rigs that are just as wild. At the gecko on the wheel there's a guy on one that seems to be built upside down. He's so high in the air it's like a high wheeler from the days is old. The cruiser king has a couple out front of his shop that are covered with carpet one is pink and the other is blue, what else? Well on the resurfaced road someone with a red, white and blue top hat. Outside the soccer pitch one gentleman sails by on his self made electric pedaling craft, the dogs bark behind his back but he just laughs and revs his “motor” gives me pause to laugh all the way to the vaikalika service.
Red with flowers embroidered and cream as smooth as milk yes soft and rich chinese silk offered on Nrsinghacaturdasi and called the touch that kills

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Saturday, July 28, 2007



Gandharvika and one of her first purposely made skirts a bit short with trim on the slip to make it extend long enough. Mahaprabhu's dark blue and Giridhari's traditional yellow are correctly sized. The jewelry was also specifically made for this dress. Today's garlands are of the suspended animation style, that is they look good on the Deities but as soon as they come off they fall apart scattering petals everywhere.
Pedaling past the hospital, taking a short cut to the renewed road on to the theater and the gecko then back for the afternoon. Off again past the fruit market, the hook and the point. Next it's the harbor and around the toad. Then it's the soccer pitch and keeping that behind back to the asrama. A racer is training and i stay on his wheel up to the mailbox. He raises a hand in surprise to see where i get off.
The appearance of sri guru is the most blessed event and that's when this night dress was offered. They dance late into the night as usual.

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Friday, July 27, 2007



Seeing the assembled folks with steam coming out of their ears wondering when the curtain would open, i leaned on the carnamrta column and smiled saying "i'm ready" but a call had come out from the featured speaker to "hold everything!" he was bringing his English as a second language class and wanted them to see the whole ceremony. But the assembled folks didn't know that (ha ha)When they saw this purple and yellow dress on visitor said "Ah, this is the color that the priests wear for this Easter season" The featured speaker told his class that this was like our saint patrick's day. So this one became saint patrick's Easter comes fashionably late. Gandharvika's veil wasn't part of the cloth for this dress but it just happened to fit with it. Another day of dahlia and rose garlands.
Much like yesterday, from the asrama to the post office taking the ralph to the gecko on the wheel. Around the dead grocery and following a racer through the lights past the hospital, the former honor student's car, the flower shop and back for the vaikalika. Then a post office on the opposite end of the spectrum through the village and along the wharf to the opal cliff where the sufferers go. Then past the public radio and the tennis park. The home stretch around the frontage road to the louie and back for the sandhya.
On this foggy night, the Deities take me deep within the far off jungle where the half civilized girls practice the top most form of worship. And there i left them to happily engage in their pastimes

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Thursday, July 26, 2007



Gandharvika is where she's supposed to be on time and on point. The green and purple from Radhastami a few years ago. In contrast to the Gaura purnima, which some times starts a bit late, Radhastami is always on time. Bhakta Blade was in his usual gold glove form this morning making a couple of behind the back catches of jewelry and Mahaprabhu's crown. Garlands were simply wonderful, dalihas and roses.
First off down to the post office to be the letter carrier for the gang looping around the gecko wrapped around the wheel and then straight back. Then next off to the cliffs and the wharf. Around an unknown high school across from a fire station then along the toad's road to the twin palms around the speed bumps, laughing as the car behind me couldn't keep up. back to the asrama under the tag at the plate.
This evening i saw vraja kissing Santa Claus while Mahaprabhu dreamed of Jaganntha swami

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Wednesday, July 25, 2007



All the rainbow's colors are there, and they have flowers in their hair. Mahaprabhu has blue and pink, Giridhari has purple kirta and gold dhoti and Gandharvika is molten gold perhaps a queen from the days of old.
Pedaling to beat the clock again today. The magic carpets made of steel boxed me in at the hopsital light pushing me up the little hill at the whailers. Then right down past the sufferer shop rounding that corner past the tennis park then down the resurfaced road to a coffee shop there on the next corner on to the theater and past the gecko on the wheel. The school and cruiser king to the butterfly and around to the jazzersize on and on to the harbor with a loop between the lakes and east cliff back around the soccer pitch to the main drag, taking a left then making sure the twin palms were always on my left i went down to the sacred store where i'd bought a set of pedals years before. Then the felt forum, the office store along with sporting goods. When what to my pedaler's eye should appear? six tiny pedalers with suffering gear. Casually glancing at my chronograph i thought there was a chance i'd still not be late so i took the next chance to return to the asrama's long and winding road.
The mad skills of Bhakta Blade have returned from vacation. He helped them in to their "O deer dough have you seen Krsna?"very fast, plenty of time for them to enjoy their night time lila under the clear sky.

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Tuesday, July 24, 2007



"This is one of my favorite outfits" The seamstress said today. "Well the name, Sue 'Nila vasana, does mean a very beautiful blue dress" i thought. Gandharvika's sari is such a deep blue that someone might think that it's black but Gurudeva said that they shouldn't wear an all black dress. Mahaprabhu has mango colors today and Giridhari is in his traditional colors today. "I was taking flowers today and the owner of the house came out from inside." The garland maker explained to me. "I told her that I was picking flowers for our altar and that the Lord would enjoy them." "Then she invited me in and gave me a book from their tradition." The garland maker got more excited and went on. "Then we shared talk of the Lord and she told me " She said next time just knock first"
Down the first road that would take me downtown. Where i met with the angles they have aged like the rest us. i went on to Bhakta Blade's kutir it looked to be empty but i offered respects to them but my concern was with the work i was having done and what would go undone so i quit quickly
The Pralad a dad dress this night. They allowed me to change them fast and turn in a couple of minuetes early

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Monday, July 23, 2007



Where have you been hanging out lately baba? "You can't have it your way" less you spend a lot of taka, it was the Janmastami dress of three or four years ago. The cream, red and teal made it another knock out when the curtain opened. It was the crowns and some of the boarders that only the seamstress and i knew that weren't "your way" "I was picking flowers when the owner of the house pulled up and said 'go ahead, go ahead' but I didn't pick so many after that" the garland maker told me this morning. Roses and long trumpet flowers were the result
There was a fog on the Monterey bay but i didn't lose my way. i did the usual opal cliff to the wharf and the village run first. Then it was off positively to the front street. Beyond that to the acupuncturist and up the hoot hill to the hog farm down to the harbor and then up the basketball park road to the asrama just in the nick of for the kirtan
They call east Bengal the Radhadesa, call this one baby blue for another Monday night as they danced late into the night. The warm nights are reminiscent of another country where the humidity rules.

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Sunday, July 22, 2007



Purple and lime begins this rhyme
Looks so good it ought to be a crime
Swirling, dancing you know why
Saffron mercy particles from the spiritual sky
Purple and lime steals my brain
Leaves no charm for the mundane
Transcendental happiness, true ecstasy
Which ever it is the guru cast his spell on me
Question arises what's this outfit's name
The clock chimes “Is it tomorrow? Or just the end of time?”
“These are humble garlands,” the maker tells me. “I couldn't find nicer flowers to pick”
Pedaling away in the hot sun of the midday usually on mad dogs and Englishmen are out then folks say. Passing by a railroad bridge and skateboard park where the skaters loop and jump with such alacrity. Along the boardwalk and trailer park to the herb room for some candan taila. Having scored a couple of tolas on to the place where electrolytes are sold. Filling the bladder on past the kutir of Bhakta Blade. Keeping the spinner's church on my right I return through the town past the electric bikes and hanuman's café back on the usual trace i pass the cruiser king and hog farm to the renewed road. As many days I took some comfort from pedaling up seventh street to the vet nary hospital then straight along to the research park and lastly up the long and windy road that leads to the sunset service.
If you're looking ahead, in the ninth they'll be going out for dancing in the warm night under the constellations. The long coat of Giridhari and Gandharvika's deep blue sari and red boarder Mahaprabhu has a red sash and chodder to go with his peacock blue kirta and green pants.

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Saturday, July 21, 2007



Hiranya Padma Gandharvika born under a golden lotus and this was the Radhastami dress of 1998. Flower petals and embroidered flowers combine for the unique feel of this dress. The offerer of the jewelry said this isn't real but as soon as it touches the Deities' bodies it will become cintamani. Marigold and rose garlands today. "You've worked a miracle" the maker told me. That's because Giridhari's garland wasn't symetrical but once it was on him it somehow came out that way.
Around and around the town the wharf to the opal cliff then around the school near the cruiser king then the jalepeno, jazzersize and java place. Through the harbor and then the east cliff finally back by the soccer park and on to the sandhya where one of the folks was showing their new truck just bought today.
This evening for real the most blessed event. The seamstress brought last night's dress down today but they wore their usual Saturday night dress. The warm nights lately are good for their night pastimes

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“I can understand that you didn’t have a calendar, that you were only in touch with the other folks and so you identified as the “Govardhana Puja outfit” but why couldn’t you ask some one here that knows?” I asked the seamstri, “Shut up kid,” she said. This outfit has thirteen pieces, three peacock feathers, and 493 pearls and you can talk for half an hour and not understand anything about it. Where did the garland flowers come from? Long time picking come from all around the land. There are purple ones and yellow ones and they’re all strung together symmetrically but they don’t look just the same.
The winding road that leads from the asrama door took me to the village, the wharf and then around to the shopper’s corner past the shop where the gecko is wrapped around the wheel. Today one of the folks from inside was locking the door and gave me a smile as I pedaled on at speed on the way to the twins and the public radio a rare trip around the back of the hospital and that invisible convenience store then returning for the sandhya
And for the second week the seamstress has kept the lion deep within the far off jungle so they've had to wear the most blessed event both friday and saturday nights. Who can understand the deep meaning and inner purpose for this lapse of memory?

Thursday, July 19, 2007



They called the seamstress to see them this morning. She told me "I spend a lot of time with the coat cause that is the main thing but the chodder really is what shows the most. This one is so good. Mahaprabhu needs a black belt. Wow I just realized how that sounded" "Yeah, once i was hearing a lecture when Guru Maharaja was a student he was speaking with a pandit who had the equivalent of six black belts in philosophy." i added. She smiled and said "There you go!"
Brilliant yellow and orange rose garlands today. Giridhari's stretched all they way to his ankle.
From the door of the asrama around the hopsital to the shopper's corner then around the horn and to the opal cliff where at least one hundred sufferers were riding the waves on longboards as one. Then through the trees and back around the harbor to the theater looping around the hog shop to the railroad track and up the redone road between the lakes and the east cliff and all the back to the asrama.
A lion on the chase this evening as they performed with happiness their night time lila.

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Wednesday, July 18, 2007



If you go off to Vraja to buy new Deity clothes
Even going to a tailor whose reputation everybody knows
Won't stop logic and proportion from falling over dead
This dress is a prime example for backwards are made dhotis the
That only not too down side up
So take note of how the ad man squawks
“Money talks, nobody walks!”
As the motorcycle sloka slinger sang with joy this morning it turned out to be a “Lucky” day. For he was practicing the style of those who Bungle in the jungle and taking “Laxmi” to be said as “Lucky”. And as his song wound along Mahaprabhu out foxed a conquering pandit who took the Ganga to be a second “Lucky devi”
To begin from the asrama and go to the swami's post box continue through the village tracing up to the wharf the sheer cliff where the tourist people go pedaling in places only they will know. Past the house with the New York Metropolitans flag around to the public radio, the tennis park and the electronic store then back for the vaikalika service. Off again off again past the car wash and the dealership where the radicals broke the glass. Laughing while passing the living staff to the gecko wraped around the wheel one more time. Then to the church by the sea on to the harbor road. Up by the society for the prevention of cruelty to akincana then around where the werewolves congregate. As i came upon the bend where the cow ranch is i perchance to pass another pedaler. His was a much more experienced looking pedaler than i. Yet i heard him exclaim as i passed on his left "I'll pass you again!!!!" i shot back "i'm sure you will" "It's always good to have some one to ride with" he said from my back wheel" "Yes! it makes me put out more!!" i answered. As i got to the asrama drive i told him "This is where i'll leave you" "Thanks" he said "You've given so much inspiration"
The lotus nails are a much better match for the muggy weather of this evening. Bhakta Blade, though was having such a tough time of it though. He knocked Gandharvika's hair around once, fixed up, then again, a third time and maybe even a fourth. As if that wasn't enough he went to Mahaprabhu and ashe was about to take off the kirta he tapped his ring into the flower vase. "i think your 'mad skills' have went on vacation" i told him, "I hope they return with lots of money for me from Los Vegas" "Of course" i concluded.

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Tuesday, July 17, 2007



Nila, Syama, and Aruna (blue, black, and pink) Live! At the arena of the pure consciousness, this trio appeared on Guru Maharaja's appearance day last year. Tulasi's skirt was originally going to be Gandarvika's but the seamstress got a different inspiration and took the ribbons that hang in the center and put them in a separate belt rather than just attach them to the skirt itself. Today the garland maker, a formidable concentration breaker, took the paint brush in my cartoon mind and drew pictures that made me laugh so much I began to shake. Though she knew good and well I don't watch movies, she filled my head full of concrete but before I can describe them they took a long suicidal leap.
The motorcycle sloka slinger, who on this day, in contrast to the Indian taxi driver of yesterday, disguised as a mild mannered computer geek fights a never-ending battle for devotion, dedication, divinity and a genuine Vedic feast, sang the song of Mahaprabhu's childhood pastimes. As he read of the marks of the flag, conch and thunderbolt on Mahaprabhu's lotus feet, he said if there was ever any thought that… Then he reminded me of a sloka I was initiated into in the days of my misspent youth, “When you're old and think you're sweet, take off your shoes and smell your feet.”
In the afternoon i pedaled off to meet the bear and then to the market for to see the Doctor whose philosophy became embraced by the strange ones who lived in domes. Then it was back up the road for the vaikalika. Back off with the home pedalers. Through the parking lot of an angel's shop then to the right past the heliport that the kernel took off from a couple of weeks ago. Along the valley at the light where harbor high plays football. Along to the people's island and the dog wash around to see the gecko who wraps itself around a wheel. Past jazzersize to the harbor itself and then between the lakes and the windmill along the east cliff and the hook from there up the road to the soccer park and then pushing and pulling pedalers up the road to the asrama for the sunset service. For a time i came up behind the peleton and then i passed it's members and then pulled them up the road 'till i got to the sunset service when i broke formation while they went on up the hills.
The lion's club met this evening. A little warm but that's only down here on earth. Perhaps they walk in the sky with other devotees and enjoy their pastimes far above my head and if i tried to speculate i'd only brake my head on the ceiling.

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Monday, July 16, 2007



Red, blue, green and peacock feathers embroidered on the cloth, sikhipicca camara. Earrings and necklaces from the retired second Janmastami outfit but somehow it goes well with this one too. The mukuts were part of the cloth so the seamstress had to put on backing and peacock feathers on Giridhari's mukut. His belt and chodder are so much alike they seem to be on and the same. The garlands are the odds and ends of donated flowers still they work with this dress. And in spite of the fact the festival had ended in Puri before the day began here, it was Jagannatha Rathyatra day.
Once before the madyakalia to mail a letter and collect the swami's post down to the office next to the coffee shop. Then going for a right there was a gasoline tanker with a double trailer occupying the whole space so i went up the next hill and turned onto another hill then past by the wharf up the next hill waisting away across from margareetaville on to the soccer park around the "blind intersection" used to fail many a driver's license hopeful all the way back to the asrama for the service and then back out for a visit to a place to feel like a porcupine. Coming from that back over the railroad bridge trail and up the steep incline to the road and past the juicy patties and hot buns on to the harbor road laughing as i'm passing a cruiser with fenders that make it look like a cadilac of the late nineteen twenties. Then it's past the racers out for a training ride once again back for the kirtana when i found my kartals and grabed my hat and sang the songs in seconds flat.
The motorcycle sloka slinger came in dressed like an Indian taxi driver and sang of the advent of Mahaprabhu. He sang out loud, long and clear it echoed up the hill and rattled in the valley rebounded in the tree tops and shook thunder from the sky.
The Deities drink banana khir and chewed pan masala all night long and danced from tree to tree. Gandharvika and Giridhari tasting the mellows and Mahaprabhu singing of his ecstatic vision.

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Sunday, July 15, 2007



Cana and blue and molten gold when the folks come see the Deities and after their dandavat when the approach they say “Ahhhh!” One asks and I tell him the name is Havirbhu, born of butter, and he says “Ahhhh” Chifony chodders Mahaprabhu and Giridhari. Mahaprabhu has a similary chiffon sash and Gandharvika's veil is cut from the same cloth. Gladiolas, roses, labatira, and daisies make the garlands that swing to and fro as the Deities dance in time to the kirtan. The motorcycle sloka slinger heard the call of Janis and Mr. Mojo yesterday and petitioned the lord to buy him a Mercedes Benz. Such devotees receive their engagements, seats and conveyances for their service. Then he sang of the devotees in nilacala of mahaprabhu, Nityananda Prabhu and Advaita Acarya . Singing of the useful ones passing by those who weren't only to point to the glory of those who were.
pedaling along to one local shop for hydration then on to the home of Bhakta Blade round about the mental hospital and then the clock tower back to the jalepeno and then around the harbor the opal cliff and the wharf back to get slapped on the back by the wandering mendicant
the night is hot but the Deities still engage in their joyous pastimes, the touch that kills under the constellations

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Saturday, July 14, 2007



Two we hold in memory most high, chose today to return to the spiritual sky
They left us here to rejoice not cry that they'd turned and bid us good bye.
The dark moon brought out the bumble bees. Garlands of roses and rotodendrum made everyone say jaya!
pedaling through the town today i came upon one who i knew to be a swami, uttaria round his neck and mark of tilak on his head. Spoke of how he'd taught the people why they lived and what to do before they die. Then it was around the sunny cove, the hook the opal and east cliffs. The sufferer murti and the sea lion rock. Natural bridges saw those who had come over the mountain to see what they could see and try to beat the heat. Up past the mission and the clock tower through the park and back to the asrama. One car driver greeted me and sped off. Then at the next light i caught up to him and he shouted out "even in my car you beat me!" As i rounded a bend a bumble bee decided he wanted to wear my helmet too so stung me. i felt like it was a moment to remember the kernel of divine love.
The motorcycle sloka slinger sang to us of those two above. How they left behind their boat to take us to the opposite shore to rejoin them far away from here.
This evening once again it was a miracle mom that the Deities brought me back for the sandhya and so on. The hot July night has called them out for their pastimes under the stars in their green, purple and blue dress

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"Unless I am able to take the post of my lover I can't know the happiness she feels by my touch" That's how Krsna thinks when contemplating taking the form of Mahaprabhu. This dress shows that, yellow for Giridhari and blue for Gandharvika. Combine the yellow and blue and the green comes, Mahaprabhu. Daisy pompoms for the garlands today. Giridhari's once again traces his form from shoulder to ankle.
Around and around i pedal and i get back to the asrama for the vaikalika offering. A couple of folks who decided to "get bent" met me on the road. "It makes me slow" one told me "but I like it so much better" From the asrama to the post office on to the hardware. The sunny cove, point, hook and the school back around by the basketball park to the tennis place, next the fruit market, the wharf, village, back to the asrama. The motorcycle sloka slinger sang of the devotees of the Lord in Puri.
That's right they usually wear this on on Saturday but the seamstress liked the way the deep within the far off jungle fit so she wanted use it as a model and didn't bring it back so the most blessed event came to the rescue.

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Thursday, July 12, 2007



While Giridhari is the one that is described as having a blue flower over his left ear that makes him appear like a dancing actor, today Gandharvika took the role, she had a flower placed over her left ear. She is sometimes said to be the master dancer who taught Giridhari how to dance so in that way, they're following the angles. Rose garlands today that follow the curve of Giridhari's body. Mahaprabhu and Gandharvika are also wearing their amber necklaces from the evil empire (haha) showing that Mahaprabhu truly is on Lennin's door step.
An early start to the day, straight down to the shop for a new spoke. Then around the wharf and the swami's post the opal cliffs and the hook. Hundreds of pedalers, some on their tandems others on their beach cruisers. One was purchasing a hot version for the mountains with full suspension pumped up with air and adjusted just to the exact weight. Today the motorcycle sloka slinger came rolling up to speak the truth to all of us at the asrama.
It's a miracle mom, that the night was made for dancing and chanting and the Deities are enjoying it like anything.

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Wednesday, July 11, 2007



Tell me what you think about your friends at the top. With his turban and bangle featuring a star in the center, offered on Gaura Purnima Mahaprabhu is the quintessential superstar. Today Gandharvika's belt is green and a cream color, came from a long retired night dress to add a different twist.
The cars forced me up a hill and around the school and shopper's corner to retrace my tracks to Hanoi Jane's flower shop. From there it was past the society for the prevention of cruelty to Akincana. Along between the twin lakes around to the sunny cove looping past the wharf and the post office to the theater, book shop and hong kong Charlie's completes the international flavor of the pedaling day. Returning for the evening service.
O deer dough, have you seen Krsna? Bhakta Blade came dressing them slowly, with his feet down below the altar hanging the night dress you can see his mad skills are out tonight and the Deities have gone for their pastimes early tonight.

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Tuesday, July 10, 2007



One of the folks asked "What's on Giridhari's back?" "That would be a cape" "OH, he's like a super hero" that folk went on. Then he began singing the theme from Batman over and over again. Gladiolas pom poms and roses and leaves made the garlands. On the altar, it's a cowboy, it's a brahmin, or is it the supreme truth?
The June gloom has returned. The pedalers are in their winter gear. Some with windbreakers and others with leg warmers heavy gloves too. The sky is grey and the sufferers are walking or jogging today as i pedal between the lakes on to the windmill bike shop. Around the opal cliff down through the village and round the school then back to the sandhya.
They'll be dancing between the raindrops tonight in their pralad-a-dad dress. You know the one with Gandharvika's panel skirt and Giridhari's vest. Mahaprabhu's sash and chodder complete the scene while the kirtan goes on.

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Monday, July 09, 2007



Vidagdha Madhava, a snappy dresser, and in his red jacket and dhoti with his purple chodder flying from his shoulder Giridhari is the picture of that name. Gandharvika has two peacocks on her palo while Mahaprabhu is the usual picture of simplicity. Though Yudhisthira was the personification of religon, and Sukuni was so evil as to load the dice still the Pandavas had to toss the dice with him.
A double shot of the long and winding road to the theater via the east cliff and sunny cove. The public radio and the windmill coffee shop. Around again. "Is there a five mile stretch of flat road?" One of the young folks asked me, "cause I want to be able to hammer for a while and not have hills to climb." "Well,, i'll see" i don't think there is
Giridhari in his all white jacket, dhoti and chodder, and Gandharvika in her baby blue veil. as Mahaprabhu enters the lead with a stately dance hip hip hoorah

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The smooth yellow and green olive make them so pretty and the texture is as smooth as ghee. The reverse pleats are a unique feature of this one a whole new dimension. Mahaprabhu wears a vest instead of a chodder another new dimension of this outfit. Offered on Guru Maharaja's appearance day, he has a "sweet tooth" for the divine love Mahaprabhu came to experience. Gladiola garlands today make them full and fluffy.
In and around the motorcycle rallies today. One just beyond the hopsital and another over by the market square. Then what to my wandering eyes should appear but a tandem cycle with only one pedaler. Around the twin lakes and through the harbor past the theater and the cruiser king the jalapeno and the hog farm can i make it for the sandhya? Yes i can!
It's a warm evening with a bit of mist but in the ninth they'll be out to dance between the droplets

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Saturday, July 07, 2007



Ganga Yamuna. Yeah that's an old pujari's term for an outfit that features both silver and gold. This one was offered on Gaura Purnima a couple of years ago. Since it's white, the purnima color, and it was Mahaprabhu's day it got the name Nadia sasadhara, sometimes translated as "moon of Nadia" but literally it means "white rabbit". Some names make you wonder others make you sure and the ones your parents give you don't make you anything but a number.
All the long the main surface road to the Saturday market where our folks go. One of the told me of the powerful point she made. Then from the wigwams they'd set up to retrace my pedal tracks to the sunset service, i pulled out from the Dakota past hotels, resturants and pedal shops. i sang a song or two and the clicking of the shift was all i hear.
Saturday night's alright for blessing the most of us and they dance off in the warm moonlight

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Friday, July 06, 2007



One of the folks had a whole load of saris to give to the asrama to sell once upon a time. The ones that didn't sell got put together into this dress that was offered on Guru Maharaja's appearance day a few years back. So many shades of purple, lavender and pink that it worked well. The autobiography began "I was born at midnight" and that started the name that ended and when I found out that Vrndavana is for shallow thinkers I fell head over heals for Mahaprabhu. The center flower in Giridhari's garland wilted during the day and left a purple line down his base.
Around thr market roads today. First it was the post office for swami's mail then it was the fruit market past the opal cliff and the wharf on the way back for the sunset service.
After the heat wave and the cool of the fog they went deep into the far off jungle to see if lions really sleep there.

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