As the boy genius and I sang away some lions on the toes of a pair of sox brought this verse dancing into his mind
Caitanya-simhera nava-dvipe avatara
Simha-griva simha-virya simhera hunhara
The lion like Mahaprabhu appeared at Navadvipa
He has the shoulders of a lion the power of a lion and the loud voice of a lion
As our song wound along Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika’s arati time approached. As the curtain opened and the sank began to blow the Aruna Har Posse rides again, featuring sumanas leis, today’s dress revealed itself to all. Then another verse danced out of the pages requesting the lion begin to roar and drive away the elephantine vices of all the living beings beholding this wonderful scene.
Breezes from the bay seemed to promise some relief from yesterday’s heat. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa convinced me with ease to try again today. So from the door of the sever asrama to the main road and beyond the toffee nose leaps from behind the go light green flag in hand waving his arms wildly "Fragment, fragment you can't put that one past me! Ha, that's a fragment and you'd best change it lest I call in the grammar police!" The parking lots and bridges, the entire familiar places where the pedalers show themselves. Some of them on hot pink cruisers others are mountain men then there are the travelers loaded with panniers on each side and on the top. A team in formation challenges an informal squad over Saint Dagwood’s river. The natasala has gone dark one more time. The gecko says the cruiser king will meet us at the triangle as always to pull us through. The house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot is doing so much business the heat made so many crave their wares. As we turn toward the harbor a pair of tandems crosses ahead. The stokers on each have knee length socks with wild patterns that catch each driver’s eye. Keeping the harbor on our right we dart between the lakes where the beaches are full of sufferers. Swinging by the windmill to the sunny cove we overtake some pedaling quiet slowly perhaps stunned by the pedaler’s kaleidoscope socks. Our threesome sprints along past the honky-tonks and bars on the hook to the wharf road. Joining the main road pacing to the asrama road and offering respect to the tree we reach the door for the sandhya and hear the pastimes of Raja Rama.
In the ninth, the nightdress tonight, Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari retire from the hot day. At night the cool evening makes it easier for them to engage in their pastimes