The embroidery between the smooth white satin relates the texture of the dress
A touch of gold brocade makes space between the focus shapes stand out on their own
Offered on vyasa puja in presence of his divine grace
The curtain opened revealing to the entire human race
As the devotees smiled, danced and chanted feeling called across the universe
While he viewed in silence from his vyasasana
The dress and heard the offerings of love
They experienced it all with shouts of 'jaya gurudeva' between each speech
Manasa pedaling through the rain again and yet again even the rath-bhojana-vrksa is powerless to stop the drops that fall like some kind of ancient torture. The nowhere pedaler slips me through the velvet green. That place where the poets fancy makes the pedalers dream how the touch of dead man's left hand can change the milk into cream. Ahh but these visions come to an end it's time for the vaikalika once again.
Again in the nightdress there are flowers embroidered on the red Chinese silk the cream is smooth as milk. From the twilight celebration, where the lotus nails provide the touch that kills.