The hair dresser put flowers in their hair and the seamstress embroidered flowers on this outfit everywhere. Gandharvika's skirt is made of the golden petals of the lotus, hiranya padma it's called. Radhastami 1998, "don't have arati without us" SGM said to me that year. On Lalita Saptami Lalita was "hiding bhoga from us" he had said.
Around and between the lakes, sufferers come up from the beach and pedal away with their boards hanging from their wheels. The wind is crying for leaving and the sun beats hot in the afternoon as i sail by the gecko toward the school. Searching out rope for the drums and the source reminds me that i've left the green energy back there over my shoulder. So then i loop around the pottery world on past the golden touch past the market of the pugalos with the vaikalika service in sight. Completing that it was back on the trail of the rope. Swinging by the soccer pitch to see the teams meeting in the center. Pedaling the so bain avenue to the way back machine to the asrama. The wharf road behind the pole barriers under the highway bridge up and around by the bhumir analo vyau hatta and winding along the long road to the asrama for the sandhya.
The most blessed event is the night dress that takes them into the breezy August night. Purple, deep blue, and green. Windowpane, paisley, and labrynth patterns against night's syama legions.