March 8
Giridhari, my dear most friend, returning to your association brings the highest joy. The early morning will see us playing in the pasture with the cows. Enjoying in the fields will be our topmost ecstasy. One day that will be ours.
Seeing Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari in this pink and white dress, pasture media time, with the full and petal rose leis from the vamya hasta maker causes everyone to chant, dance and loose mundane conception.
Ratha-bhojana-vrksa suggests Mahamuni’s post box and around the lion’s park. Climbing the snob hill and descending through the village along the wharf and to the hook. Pointing to the sunny cove and the redone road the gecko comes from behind to lead me past the cruiser king’s stand and through the tretchorus triangle. The harbor is empty the boats are on the bay the sufferers are out and I dart in and out of packs of them on my way to the big road. The long and winding one lets me respect the tree and wake the Deities on time.
The most blessed event tonight as the kala rupa takes back an hour and lets Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari dance the night away.
March 9
While night had come with it’s legions of purple and pink hues the middle struck the hour, SGM took birth. Full sumanas flower leis added to the elegance of this day’s dress. All who came swooned with happiness.
The main road around the parking lots and up the rise where King Midas once stood, I make my turn at the remade curve to pass over Saint Dagwood’s river. Crossing over to the opal cliff the groups of trainers provide goals to pass and keep up with. Along the redone road to the natasala where once again the gecko joins in ha! Exclaims old toffee nose, I caught you trying to write a fragment! Over the railroad bridge and on to Bhakta Blade’s kutir where he is taking the name once again the toffee nose is also there throwing his fragment flag. The skateboarders and mountain men are together in the park turning three sixties and superman’s flips on our way to the monque’s house. Passing through the triangle the gecko says ‘good-bye’ and I go on to the pirate’s field and the florist is on the left. A tourist is ahead with panniers and flashing lights so I duck into the parking lot and come out the other side. The long and winding road takes me to the tree to fold my palms and say thanks again, to return for the sandhya time.
The red and cream Chinese silk from Nrsinghacaturdasi, with is embroidered flowers and rich texture that’s the touch that kills. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari enjoy their pastimes with full happiness and leave everyone to take their rest and start in the morning once again.