February 28
As the devotees had gathered to hear with joy the unending glories of Mahaprabhu he himself also heard with great satisfaction those same pastimes. As they came to the end of this recitation, he was being dressed in new clothes and taking too long, he began to watch Gandharvika-Giridhari swirling and dancing in their beaded peacock feather outfit with great curiosity.
The ratha-bhojana-vrksa called come out come out why wait, the puja is over there’s time to pedal away. Past the vacant throne of King Midas and the florist and the toffee nose who throws his challenge flag,” that’s a legitimate fragment!!!! Fifteen yards and revise the sentence.” He cries. Curving to the left then right to the tennis park down the rise between the lakes and the windmill. The big road goes on to the main one, which in turn carries me to the long and winding to the asrama door. The madyakalia ends and then the Kernel of Divine Love announce he will go to China. That’s a half-mile from the lakes. The sufferers are returning to the beaches, the rain has been subsiding. The gecko is happy to see me pedal right into his repair garage. He tells me he’ll tune, lube, and adjust to make it good as new.
Well this evening Durvasa Muni didn’t eat anything and with this quote I was able to collect flowers for the mangala arati and some to decorate their beds for rest.