A year ago with blue backdrop bold while sankirtan filled the air
the curtain opened to show the yellow and blue with sumanas effulgence in their hair.
The seamstress had said no need for more blue trim
but Mahaprabhu brought these mukuts and hars
so a call went out to bring bring more in
When the folks saw Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari in this dress they all exclaimed Navadvipa tailors came through and everything looks nice
we are all a sumanas child
Fittingly the leis are of sumanas flowers and petals today.
Respect just what does it mean to the tree? i pedaled along to the left on the main road to the post box zone then the lion's park to the village and the wharf. The opal cliff and the point of the hook to the redone road. The pavement near the boardwalk where the walkers tried to take the lead i was able to dart in and out of the crowd. Several bmx-ers crossed the road and swarmed around me i was able to pedal through them. Downtown past the copy shop with cruisers, roadies and mountain men. Then the avenue rounding the navapatra and over the bridge the gecko follows me through the triangle and to the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. The harbor where the boats are out in the sunny afternoon. He leaves me at the sunny cove breaking for the spaghetti factory. Continuing along the east cliff to the wharf road and the main one to the long and winding. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa seems to smile and nod as i lean on my handlebar while i pass in respect. A pedaler up ahead comes into my sight and virtually pulls me faster along. The sandhya is waiting while i get ready.
In the ninth there is no need for chodders, the warmth has returned. Dressing early they enjoy forever their night pastimes.