“Gurudeva?” one young woman asks,” What is your message to love?” Taking shelter of Mahaprabhu you'll find yourself first, then traveling at the speed of mind, and by the mercy of Sri Guru, you'll be transported to the dedication land where your spiritual self will come alive Then you can see that Guru Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari in their sky blue with red are waiting for you to get up and scream! The small roses in their garlands along with the few orchids will shine the mirror of your heart and charm for the mundane beauty will leave you relishing a higher taste that won't let you ever appreciate the lower again.
Again the sun's light is fading and leaving the dusk behind. On a mental machine, i float through the invisible parking lot of a mental convenience store and up the hill of the sweet road to meet up with the main drag again. Just across from the Midas touch down the harbor high hill and up to the whaler's. The post office is closed and I turn away to round the bend to the gecko who cheers me up saying all you need is a good pedaling session, and all the pain of sickness and wakefulness will fly far away. So I go on past the bhajan kutir of Bhakta Blade and beyond to Seymour's marine observatory then the natural bridge where the fog rolls in and the moonlight help me find my way. Making a return pass by the kutir I wonder how the sufferer's murti is doing this night. In a store I see two other members of the group and we laugh and share a joke. It's back circumambulating the gecko crossing at people's park to the who taught chocolate to talk a lot shop through the harbor. Along the east cliff there is the foghorn to keep everyone away from the rocks. It tells me to go back to put the Deities to bed and leave this starry starry night.
Pralada-a-dad is the nightdress this evening. The orange and almost red dress that was offered on a Nrsinghacaturdasi has Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari ready to enjoy in the night made a little warmer by the fog's cloud cover.