Another page in the story, how shall I write the next line?
Try to speak of their infinite glory
Takes and intellect so fine
They're wearing a rose pink and lime green outfit for this August first day
It's them that make the clothes beautiful
In every single way
Seamstress plots each outfit in the sewing room with great care
With inner inspiration from Gurudeva
Just what shade of color each deity will wear
When the curtain opens for everyone to see
The aruna hara posse rides again
As I waited on a light at the gecko's store a fellow pedaler went by me not caring for the red. He waited for some left turns to be completed and turned to shout “chiken” at me a couple of times. He took off minutes ahead of me. When I noticed that the light had changed I pedaled on smoothly as I could and in no time I had overtaken the brave one. Returning for the waking and vaikalika service.
A second time I pedaled down the road to get a bulb for the altar and such. Waiting on another light one of the folks asked “If I beat you back I can be there for arati right?” “I think Bhakta Blade is offering tonight” I replied. i finished my errands and returned and hearing that in fact BB hadn't come I thought “Krsna came to tell me that but I could not recognize him”
O deer dough, have you seen Krsna? The name of this evening's dress continued the lament in my ears. The green and silver dress is full and flowing as they dance the night away.