As he sat with a spiritual brother, Guru Maharaja spoke in Bengali. As he was making one point he came to a place where an English phrase worked best “Die to Live”. One of the sutras he used often. This outfit has olive and yellow Chinese silk. The yellow with a pattern that caused one of the folks to look for a very long time, the olive has a flower pattern. One of the folks became absorbed in the yellow. He asked me about the pattern on Giridhari’s kirta and then I pointed out that it’s on Mahaprabhu’s also and Gandharvika’s choli and in the reverse eyelets.
The rose and petal leis swirl with Their dancing forms and point up their curves.
Pedaling from the asrama around the long and winding bowing to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa, sprinting to the main road. Left there to the wharf then the opal cliff. Left at the point in weaving through the joggers, lovers and sufferers. Left again at the sunny cove between the lakes to the redone road. Walkers strolling along next to the boardwalk break my rythum but somehow I still pass by the skateboarders up the bridge left at the bridge down into the town to see the stars rise. After that little observation i went under the lights around the picture of Albert. Then back to the gecko the west side triangle caught me long enough to send me around for a second time. Next i broke theough and went down to the harbor. By the windmill to the east cliff left on the road of the grange hall. Right past the ghostlike pedalers not under the lights. Around the soccer pitch and then to the trader's. Back to the main road and up for the sandhya once again.
While taking darsan two of the folks spoke among themselves and one told one of the stories of this night dress. He said "Krsna is a brahmacari" i added "Durvasa Muni didn't eat anything" that prompted the story. And with that they dance, take prasadam and later take their rest on a bed decorated with aromatic flowers that are truly out of this world.