Gandharvika, in the line of history, today has a beautiful blue sari, Giridhari's yellow coat and dhoti flying in the breeze and the combination of the two, Mahaprabhu has his mango with a green chodder and sash. Devi, Laxmi, Sruti-gana dharani lotaowe,gopi jana adhikara raowata gaowe. Seeing their wonderful arati ceremony, Uma, Laxmi, Bhumi and the personified Vedas roll on the ground in ecstasy.
Sprinting to the gecko so i could talk with him before he headed for home. Rounding the corner and seeing some pedalers on pink cruisers passing the street food place that uses organic produce 'cause they love your body, then around the harbor between the lakes and down the east cliff into the village by the cement boat. Back to the hook where a few hardy sufferers are coming out of their wetsuits. By the commercial radio to the windmill and then the hog farm. Passing the theater on my left is the gecko on his way home. Coming around the people's park and the dog wash i see one pedaler going along with a small saddle on the back for his child but with no child he seems to be going very slow and the as i over take i see that in front of him is an old timer with a smile on his face ten miles wide. Along the redone road the daylight is going faster than a Kentucky moonshiner so i know i have to end in a sprint to the asrama door for the kirtan.
Bhakta Blade was there this night when the lions club did it's farewell tour. So many years and Mahaprabhu's kirta is getting just to fuzzy and Giridhari's coat is so hard to put on him that they out weigh the fact that Gandharvika's outfit looks so good.