This was the Janmastami “gown” that answered the
Bhagavatam’s musical question ‘what’s the value of a
Silk turban if not brought before the Lord and bowed down?’
Ah! The seamstress’ work will show us the worth
While kirtan fills the air
Sumanas leis so precisely planned and neatly arranged
By the maker’s loving left hand.
Cooler heads prevailed today as I respected the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. Slipping out the back to the main road and through the parking lots of those pillars of society. A friendly race broke out when I passed a pedaler and his significant. He couldn’t hang he had demonstrate who’s bad. Even though he was doing that I hung with him and over took him for a second time near the natasala he was surprised and pleased but I think he was more surprised than he was pleased. There the gecko pump a fist in the air and cheered as we blistered the roadway to the navapatra taking the left and saluting the leaping monque. Climbing to Bhakta Blade’s kutir and beyond. We dusted another couple on our way to the great blue whale’s skeletone. The observatory was closed for earth day so we quickly turned about sprinting through the spinner’s church circle on our way to Bhakta Blade’s kutir one more time. As we crossed the bridge the mountain men had their nets out and were catching the big air. At the base of the buttery’s hill we passed once again a pedaler we had overtaken on our way down. Round to speak with the cruiser king for a few minutes. Then through the triangle where gecko ji had to return to close up shop. Alone I went down the pedaler’s ramp and spoke to the bear there. He satisfied me and assured me that it wasn’t he, she or even it that I belong to. The wharf road took me home to the arena of the pure consciousness just as the shank began to blow.
After the sun has gone down it gets cooler still and Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari change into “in the ninth” for their pastimes tonight. Light, easy and quick for them to slip on they happily come to their resting places.