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.