In the Bhagavad-gita Prabhu, in a hidden way, are the highest conceptions to see the light of day. Butterflies fluttering across the green, white, red and blue velvet of this dress just warm enough for this chilly day of early spring. Cleaning the mirror of our minds one day perhaps tears will decorate our eyes and then taken into Gandharvika's serving mood we'll see her clearly in her blue velvet sari with the rose petal and carnation leis they wear today.
With the chill in the air the ratha-bhojana-vrksa still calls me out to alert the mobile phoning ratha drivers with a living pedaler's sprint. Through the main road and off to the toad road and the basketball park where the hearty spirits practice cupcake dunks. The east cliff is empty since the sufferers have gone to the big tent on the sunny cove with their boards to see the presidents. Back the wharf road to the southland and straight up to the tree who is waiting to see me fold my palms without taking them from the handlebar. The vaikalika service awaits time make Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari's plate, which totals more than any president's estates put together.
The rain on the horizon warms the night so Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari dance all night in their baby blue night dress. While their servitors from all across the globe call in their separation.