“The leis have seven kinds of narcissus today!” the maker excitedly told me today. Little white ones, big white ones with yellow centers, others with orange centers. Big yellow ones with white centers and others with orange centers. There are medium white ones with yellow centers with orange around the edge of the centers and there are yellow mediums with white centers.
Gandharvika’s skirt has herring bone tweeds in it to make it stand out. Mahaprabhu and Giridhari have white and purple. Purple dhotis Mahaprabhu has a white kirta while Giridhari’s sash is white with rhinestone broach. Oh was it offered for Krsna’s birthday or was it Radhastami? Of course it was both. This version was the Janmastami dress and later they took off their sleeves and that made it the Radhastami dress.
The ratha-bhojana-vrksa held off the rain another day and so I pedaled along the parking lots of the usual suspects. There’s a mysterious bank there with a suggestive name, rabobank. It could make you wonder if anyone has ever taken it to heart. Then there comes the bridge over the troubled highway. Then comes the curve that leads past the tennis park and on to the windmill looping around the east cliff back to the redone road and the theater a ways past waits the gecko to see if anyone has come off the tour. He’s happy when he sees a group of us pedaling past. Around the cruiser king’s and through the treacherous triangle the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot welcomes us on to the harbor and the windmill. The point of the hook brings us to the big road and the long and winding. The tree says “hey” as I bow pedaling by and on to the sandhya.
Deep within the far off jungle the lord and his associates dance the night away.
February 23 2008
On this overcast Saturday morning in a rich beige silk like foam on ghee, the lord of all prabhus brings his sankirtana to the hills.
Calling out to the gentle and ruffians alike saying “Come join with us in the prema kirtan” and for the small price of faith gives the greatest treasure.
Orange trim draws out the rust and avocado color flowers printed on the their dress. The wispy chodders lighten it just enough to astound all who come for darsana with the seamstress’ ability.
Pedaling today with respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa, through manasa mirrors with incense smoke rings filling the air. The tour continues and pedalers listen to hear detailers through the rain. They’ve donned gear to keep dry, as they lean back their heads and call out their numbers. The gecko has a front row seat today as I pedal up behind him through the channel of early evening light. At the opal cliff where sufferers huddle around the toffee nose’s fragment ecstasy trying to keep warm. The big road takes me past the fruit market and other shopping precincts. The long and winding featuring the ratha-bhojna-vrksa waits while toffee nose hides in the bushes waiting to cry “Fragment consider revising or else!” Respects to thee oh tree lead me on to the vaikalika and spirits power declare.
A thundering sky brewing heavy weather tonight. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari wearing the nightdress they were offered on Vyasa Puja , the most blessed event, some several years ago. Even though a storm is on the horizon they go on enjoying like anything