The smooth dancing actor in his yellow dhoti, kirta and chodder with so many mirrors that shine before the folks like a thousand suns rising up into the sky let them all understand that they’re the ones on the stage and he’s the only person sitting in the audience. For it was Guru Maharaja who taught us that he’s the subject and we are his objects. Gandharvika has all purple while Mahaprabhu combines the two yellow kirta and purple dhoti too. Each has multi mirrors in which they observe the face of everyone.
Petal leis with leaves and whole roses in the dress’ colors to round the picture of the closed circle of home
As I go pedaling there comes a tree those who travel this road know well. Offer respects and surely your safe passage are assured. The rest of the long and winding is quiet. Only a car or two go by and none of them lag behind or pass to close. The main road is almost empty. Only a few are out and about the bank of suggestive name allows me to pedal through its parking lot and around to the heliport. A helicopter is hover above. Crossing the bridge over the west bound highway there is Midas then one of the folks is purchasing flowers. She may feel as if she’s being seen and she is anyway as I pedal by. Then around the hospital curve and over saint Dagwood’s creek. Turning off to the street of the tennis park. Around the twins and the sunny cove. The east cliff is quiet except for joggers and worshipers. The next left has more joggers and patrons of the market of movie character. Then circumambulate the fruit market and the soccer pitch. Back to the basketball park up that rise and on to the toad’s place. He also winks a smile as I pass. On to the redone road where I see another pedaler who has loaded up with all he has. The theater comes up next. Yesterday a performance of the magical mystery tour was there and the sign still announces it. The gecko has gone for the days so I circle his shop and go on to avoid the west side triangle. Back to the astanga yoga institute taking a right there to cross through the alley of the Chinese restaurant. The bell rings and so I sprint to the sandhya service stopping only to bring out the light. A little early but to please the drivers of the beast l light out for the long and winding and to once again thank the tree for watching over me.
The nightdress for this evening was offered on Nrsinghacaturdasi once upon a year. “When chanting Hare Krsna you must know you are touching Krsna with your tongue then you can get the same benefit as Pralad Maharaja” Srila Prabhupada once told the devotees that. This dress has the rich red Chinese silk and the creamy white of milk reminiscent of a song in the play where I first heard the Hare Krsna mantra. Now dressed in that way Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari happily take rest