I’ve got no words to say, no thoughts to think, Mahaprabhu in blue Giridhari in yellow Gandharvika in pink curses to that creator who gave us eyes that blink
Springtime offered it’s first flowers today so many they camouflage the carnation leis
Akasa Puspa!
On this holy day extra respect to the ratha bhojana-vrksa out to the south land on beyond the village to the wharf the opal cliff and the sunny cove is back between the lakes so many have come to suffer in the spring type day. The theater is dark for the week. The gecko hasn’t brought his bikes in q good sign for the pack. Swinging around the shopper’s corner and avoiding the triangle by taking shelter of the street vendor from the east the dog wash blow dries all fragments. Going through the harbor and down the toad road taking the left at the basketball park. The big road draws me back to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa who reminds to sprint faster. A team goes the opposite direction as I enter the drive for the sandhya.
The holy men teach us to work the mrdanga and offer banana ksira for the Lord to drink all night long. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari resting only for a moment engages in their pastimes with supreme happiness.