It was Gaura Purnima back in the early oughts when the Deities were first offered what the groovy mama had bought. "It's called paper silk" she was excited to explain. The seamstress took it and made Gandharvika's sari and Mahaprabhu's sash and combined it with some dark pink in the choli, Giridhari's pants and Mahaprabhu's dhoti. A peacock from the renegade days on Mahaprabhu's kirta gave it the name, the oldest of all, but in a new dress. The rose garlands flow over Giridhari's tribanga, and to Mahaprabhu's toes and tickle Gandharvika's knees.
The wee folks ended their camp today and had a party at the sunny cove so i pedaled off in search and stopped for a moment on the road and overlooked their bonfire and kite flying 'till one noticed me then it was on around to the post office beyond the coffee house through the village and the cement boat. Up the snob hill to the lighthouse center then all along the wharf road to the opal cliff saluting the public radio onto the resurfaced road waving to the gecko rounding the school yard back to the toad's road down to where one of the folks pedaled along but stayed out of sight. Then back for the evening show.
Though the wee folks cooked up a veritable feast for the madyakalia bhoga offering, in order to make it to the sunny cove they had to say "Durvasa Muni didn't eat anything" after they'd fed him sumutouesly and then this evening the Deities put on the dress that reminds me of that story.