February 17, Sunday
Seated on their simhasana Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari take in the view
Of all their respected devotees coming in to present themselves for Their service too.
Giridhari dressed in traditional yellow while Gandharvika a grape color short skirt and Mahaprabhu is in royal blue
Narcissus dominate the leis with some funny green leaves added in too.
From the asrama to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa that smiles as I bow my head to the southland, the main road to the whalers who devour fragments and turn on a dime to return to Saint Dagwood’s bridge. The toad is working out as I make a right there and go between the lakes the sufferers are dressed warm since a chill has returned. Maybe Jack Frost hasn’t completely left town yet. The public radio and the redone road the theater offers homeless fragments a home. The gecko is headed home but seeing me he joins in the group. Through the triangle and the dog wash the harbor witnesses our peleton and we head to the east cliff around the hook to the point. The big road pulls us along to the main road where the gecko says “So long, son, I’ve got to run” he goes left and I go right to come to the long and winding. Offering more respect to the tree I go into sprint mode and beat the tag of the sandhya.
Then in the ninth the Deities take their rest on a bed of aromatic flowers in their red and deep blue dress.