March 6 2008
The seamstress received inspiration to make this dress in deep forest green for Guru Maharaja’s vyasa puja some years ago.
The silvery pleats in Gandharvika’s sari and Giridhari’s coat lends an elegance just for the top most truth. The leis of narcissus and jonquils make lend fragrance to the entire thakur barhi. So if you were coming to Guru-Gauranga Gandharivka-Giridhari’s asrama the arati will be starting on time.
Rushing off past the post box of Mahamuni to climb the snob hill. The opal cliff around the hook of the point where the windmill still flies the skull and cross bones the redone road to the natasala. The gecko waves me through to capture a vision of a.m. skies that make folks feel fine. Circling around the town and back to the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot right there to the harbor between the lakes. The main road speeds me back to the long and winding one where the tree stands witness to my respects and the sandhya.
It’s a miracle mom. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari danced most of the night away in celebration of the evening.