Dancing across the stage of the autumn season, Giridhari, the smooth dancing actor along with Mahaprabhu and Gandharvika shine before the fortunate devotees eyes as if a million mirrors of gold were shimmering and reflecting the brilliant sunshine.
Also shinning along with the dress, the rose and carnation garlands with the dahlia in the center imagine they power and purity of those devotees fortunate enough to witness this dancing scene.

Pedaling first from the post box gate and moving to the left I go along the road that passes the florist and the drive in. The peddlers today are smiling, though the roadies don’t like to wave they still manage at least that. At the hospital curve I go off to the left and past the basketball park. The fruit market is there and I stop to feed a bear. Next the lieberry for the connection, you know by the computer hand.
Then the Deities take their rest. This evening it’s deep within the far off jungle. Offered for Nrsnigha caturdasi.
November 3 2007
“The most amazing, spectacular outfit ever” SGM said that after seeing the Sukala Sakti dress. The seamstress tried to hem and haw it but she made the dress and so the complements are for her.
A fast and furious session today. “You can’t go now it’s too late.” “John Cameron Swazi will keep me in line.” And that he did and I was in time rocking the cynics.
This is the most blessed event, the appearance day of SGM and they see it in as the most blessed event. The dress that was offered on a vyasa puja, which is the most important day on our calendar
SUNDAY 4 NOVEMBER
I was born at midnight and when I heard that Vrndavana is for shallow thinkers I fell head over heels for Mahaprabhu. Amethyst, wine, plum violet lavender, lilac, and mauve it’s getting near purple. When the shades close the rest of the spectrum. They’ve all come together to form this outfit. Almost twice as many shades as there are saris combine for this Vyasa puja day dress.
Yesterday’s quick one led directly today pedaling around the florist and drive-in flea market and then the belle harbor high. The hospital turn to Saint Dagwood’s river around to the lakes and the point. Around the opal cliff and the market. Passing the basketball park on the way to chat with the toad. He told me “you don’t have to sympathize or care what they may do, but everybody needs some body that they can talk to.” Back around to the redone road to the theater and the gecko cheered me on. “It won’t rain, go for it with the fog rolling in. “ On over Saint Dagwood’s again through the downtown where the big big monkey and his big big belly live. Over the railroad bridge and on to Bhakta Blade’s bhajan kutir. An old factory is on the right and I turn there and go past the Suffermurti and to the marine observetroy and back to the kutir on to see the people crowed around the skate park where the participants circle in front of each other in mid air and high five. Past the ebike place and there’s the monkey one more time. The gekco cheers me on more and I go through the dogwash parking lot. The harbor comes along and the twin lakes the windmill and the the sunny cove around the east cliff to the soccer pitch and then the wharf road. Meeting up with the long and winding road that leads to the sandhya service.
The chinese silk when they wear that night dress with the creamy dhoti and chodder for Gridhari and veil for Gandharvika, that's the touch that kills. This evening they dance late into the night enjoying the visit of their most pure.