Long ago in a society far away the Deities would appear like this. Giridhari's coat and chodder flying in the breeze as the music of his flute would fill the air. Gandharvika's veil would center on the top of her head and flair out as if she walked straight into the wind and fill the atmosphere with nectarean aroma becoming a guru to reveal service to Giridhari. While Mahaprabhu danced jumping high at this vision his dhoti and chodder would remain flat at his side and the sumanas flower leis break and scatter on the ground.
From Mahamuni's post box to through the village and the lion's park. The wharf and opal cliff are packed with sufferers as the days stretch out and the waves roll in. The little chill in the mist from the beach sees us pedalers in colorful team windbreakers. Darting in and out of the joggers, lovers and mothers with their babes in strollers the sunny cove yields to the redone road and the natasala. The gecko comes up from behind saying wait up and I'll get you through the triangle. Together we pedal to the ramp to the bridge. i go on to the bear's house and he on to the tennis court and back to his shop. The florist and the parking lots take me back to offer returning respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and the vaikalika service.
Oh deer dough, have you seen Krsna? His most intimate devotees asked everyone they saw for they knew he would be dancing the night away this evening in the cool moon rays.