Long time ago i hear tell that a royal doctor saw a peacock feather and how it made him shiver and fall from the king's high platform. And in the forest of Jarikanda Mahaprabhu watched the peacocks dance in wonder. So with the feathers embroidered this one's called sikhipicca camara, a peacock fan.
Mahamuni's post box called today. Then it was past the small park under the pass up the snob hill to the opal cliff and around the windmill to the harbor, theater and the gecko who calls me by every day. Back to the jazersize and the redone road. Between the lakes where the cruiser patrol pedaled in formation. On a Monday the sufferers are sitting and flying at home. A quick market visit and the kala rupa asks for my presence in the kirtan hall.
Learn to play the karatals and sing hare krsna all night long while the Deities wear their night dress called baby blue.