Pink turban, peacock feather, purple waistcoat and effulgence to match
Gandharvika and Mahaprabhu in pink with touches of gold and green
The bhaktas come to see them just as much as they can 'cause they love to see how the seamstress designs the wardrobe for Purusotama.
Bamboo flute, ankle bells, toe rings why I'm sure she's thought of everything
The bhaktas come to see them just as often as they can that's the attraction of the supreme person
Big carnation leis sewn together in such an artistic and careful way
Just one more reason for all the bhaktas to come to see Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari to their full satisfaction on this and every Wednesday.
Early morning pedaling today, the rain is at bay and the tree is there to accept respect. On to the main road and past the market where the day laborers wait for jobs tools in hand to show they're ready. Mahamuni's post box is the first stop to collect the post and post a bill or two. Through the village around the wharf through the beach side hotels and then the opal cliffs. All along the coast a few brave sufferers are out. I see a pedaler in my mirror that has a suffering board attached to his set of wheels. Next it's between the lakes to the redone road to the theater that waits silently for next week. The gecko is happy to see all of us pedaling by and smiles and waves. Quietly through the triangle and down to the harbor then past the tennis park and on to the long and winding past the tree that reminds me it's already time for the vaikalika. Back home back to the asrama where the Deities wait for me to wake them.
“O deer dough, have you seen Krsna?” The green and silver and as they go through the forest they approach each creature, vine and plant asking if Krsna may have passed that way. This evening with more rain in the sky he has stayed in to perform his pastimes inside.