...And two very sporting gents in blue, Giridhari and Mahaprabhu. Gandharvika is also in the same blue. The sila's outfits came from an assistant seamstress in Philadelphia. Silver birds are on the front of their skirts and so the first name that came to mind was a blue bird of happiness. But when THE seamstress suggested the red back drop THE name appeared. "When I took Giridhari's coat off him I thought it was a tearaway coat" Bhakta Blade told me. Like football years ago.
Today i thought to try to beat the clock. i went to feed the bear on the usual run through the parking lots of the invisible convenience store and hospital. To the turn over Saint Dagwood's river. Along past a school that had a summer time make-over. Then past the shopping precinct. After the feeding down to the sea again to answer the age old call. The opal cliff and the wharf. The sunny cove is on the left. A couple of mountain men pedal behind. The arrow shows itself and we all take off on the chase to the public radio and the redone road. Then to the theater. On to catch the gecko locking his door and heading for home. Around past the dog wash and the astanga yoga institute. To the harbor and the mountain men go in the opposite direction. A college student goes is ahead with his books straped to the rack. He takes in the sights of the harbor and the beach volley ball. i continue on to the east cliff and notice it's time to answer another call, the call of the sunk to the sunset service.
Bhakta Blade says this is the first time I've seen the new night dress. Riding on a horse of a different color Vamsi das babaji enters Marakata Mani Puri talking like a pirate. There just enough cloud cover this evening to hold in the warmth and invite Mahaprabhu and Gandharvika and Giridhari to take their dance out into the forest.