Friday, February 15
She appeared in Varsana near Vrndavana
headed west to look for Her Lord's lost servants
Gurudeva employed some local people in her own service
A couple of years went by with her Lord along with the servants
An American cook and gentleman's gentlemen, a Canadian seamstress
making wonderful outfits for her
Gurudeva returns to visit us all. Sees that she started out an Indian raised in the village
then declared "She's become an American girl"
This dress was made to use a tierra as a belt so got the name Miss America caught the seamstress by surprise now she won't hear any of the dress names Gandharvika's become "An American girl"
Ah yes, the ratha-bhojana-vrksa once again calls me out for pedaling on this sunny afternoon.
King Midas is pleased to see me pass the florists' shop around Saint Dagwood's river and the tennis park. Between the lakes where the pedal shop turn coffee spot flies the skull and cross bones and maybe that's why, it changed it's colors. The big street back to the main road pick up Mahamuni's mail along through the lion's park. Up the snob hill and down into the village where the surf shop and resturants are everywhere. The wharf is there and then the opal cliff. A new twist today takes me by the point where the sufferers hang out. The redone road takes me to the gecko who wishes he too could get out and pedal. The triangle leaves me be again today. The ramp takes me to the trader's and the blocked road takes me around the bend to the big road which leads me on to a road of friends to offer respects to the tree following the instructions of his divine grace.
The wind is gone now so the chill returns with the disappearance of the sun and Guru-Gauranga Gandharviika-Giridhari engage in their night time pastimes deep within the far off jungle.
She appeared in Varsana near Vrndavana
headed west to look for Her Lord's lost servants
Gurudeva employed some local people in her own service
A couple of years went by with her Lord along with the servants
An American cook and gentleman's gentlemen, a Canadian seamstress
making wonderful outfits for her
Gurudeva returns to visit us all. Sees that she started out an Indian raised in the village
then declared "She's become an American girl"
This dress was made to use a tierra as a belt so got the name Miss America caught the seamstress by surprise now she won't hear any of the dress names Gandharvika's become "An American girl"
Ah yes, the ratha-bhojana-vrksa once again calls me out for pedaling on this sunny afternoon.
King Midas is pleased to see me pass the florists' shop around Saint Dagwood's river and the tennis park. Between the lakes where the pedal shop turn coffee spot flies the skull and cross bones and maybe that's why, it changed it's colors. The big street back to the main road pick up Mahamuni's mail along through the lion's park. Up the snob hill and down into the village where the surf shop and resturants are everywhere. The wharf is there and then the opal cliff. A new twist today takes me by the point where the sufferers hang out. The redone road takes me to the gecko who wishes he too could get out and pedal. The triangle leaves me be again today. The ramp takes me to the trader's and the blocked road takes me around the bend to the big road which leads me on to a road of friends to offer respects to the tree following the instructions of his divine grace.
The wind is gone now so the chill returns with the disappearance of the sun and Guru-Gauranga Gandharviika-Giridhari engage in their night time pastimes deep within the far off jungle.
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