Giridhari's hairdresser piled it high today, high in his topknot. Of course it's hidden by the eye of the peacock for sure it's high as a peacock's eye.
Can you imagine two hundred mahabhagavats dancing and chanting into the natha mandir? All their voices, characteristics joining together in a masala such that has not been seen before and they being seen cause all who look on to become transformed till they can also take part in the prema kirtana. When the yellow dhoti of Giridhari and the blue sari of Gandharvika combine as the green of Mahaprabhu those are the possibilities.
Leis of complete narcissus today a heavenly fragrance filled the temple the whole scene caused everyone to lose mundane conception and chant and dance themselves.
The ratha-bhojana-vrksa responded to my respects by holding back the raindrops today as i went through the village and along the wharf to the opal cliffs and pointing the hook to the east cliff. Between the lakes to the redone road the jazzersize is rocking the gecko is tapping his toe to that sound. The shoppers are returning to their conner as i bank off the breeze and make the right at the school and get reviewed by the cruiser king. Then it' through the harbor, the tennis park and the market on the big road to the long and winding to thank the tree for allowing me to escape the rain.
Deep within the far off jungle the lion sleeps tonight. Though the stars are out now it seems the rain is due back soon. They engage in late night dancing this evening in hope to get out under the moon and stars just before it rains.