On parikrama through Sri Navadvipa dham and the conchshells blew just a little bit louder
The party comes to the thakur bari to see Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari dressed in red silk embroidered with feathers
At the end of the arati the pujari in a gold jari chodder rattles off the preme dhvani that entwined with the smoke of the dhoop and you might believe what we saw
The all merciful Gaura Hari in his form as a cowherd boy had just taken lunch with his cowboy friends and now lying down being fanned by double sided peacock fan just before his afternoon nap.
Leis of sumanas flowers beautifully symmetrical hanging from his neck and long enough to touch their toes.
Respect to thee oh, ratha-bhojana-vrksa tree, I’m off to the fruit market today. The main road through the new go lights and then the parking lots. Once upon a palace of King Midas is on the right as I cross the bridge over the first highway. Curving around the hospital and Saint Dagwood’s river. On the toad road one of the traveling party of last year told me we passed each other six times. I didn’t see him once though. The toad came out and shook my hand as I went by. The basketball park was empty today as I passed on it’s right. On to the fruit market and then the wharf road back for the vaikalika service. Giridhari lets his crown cover his eyes as if to say ‘hey, five more minutes o.k.?’ Back to Mahamuni’s post box. Then the lion’s park left at the corner and up the hill to the wharf road one more time. The long and winding back to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and beating the tag for the sandhya mean mr. Toffee Nose throws his flag and cries “Fragment, that’s a sneaky little fragment and if you don’t fix it I am going to scream!”
The breeze is picking up as Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari slip into their baby blue night dress and go on enjoying like anything.