He came to Navadvipa to search himself. The devotees, Mahaprabhu and ecstatic love dance together to attract you.
Yellow and purple dotted with diamond shape mirrors, Giridhari takes a blue flower pushes over his left ear appearing as an actor while he twirls in pirouettes playing his flute.
His image reflected in the thousands of mirrors on Gandharvika’s skirt create a festival for kamadeva himself with the lies of narcissus and tiny pink roses from the maker's own garden. "they didn't have the compact narcissus but I got as many other kinds as I could" spake the maker
Drawn once again to the giant blue whale the ratha-bhojana-vrksa gave it’s blessing for me to pedal along the main road. The whaler’s detail spouted water to benedict me and make the adventure auspicious. The gecko had finished tuning up the pedals so we could fly past Bhakta Blade’s kutir where he was taking the name in deep emotion. A guide explained some other visitors to the skeleton as we rounded the lot. Over the potholed road past the tea company and the nava patra returning to garland Bhakta Blade in his meditation and quickly get back to the railroad bridge. Looking down some mountain men had taken over the skateboarder’s park and themselves were exhibiting their magic. The monque leaped about hear us waking the conceptually sleeping town folks with our living pedaler’s cry. The gecko jumped off as we safely passed through the triangle.
With the threat of rain Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari dressed up in their deep within the far off jungle night dress to quietly enjoy their pastimes. They were ready fast tonight in anticipation of fun.