Friday, April 18, 2008



Today is the eighteenth of April 2008
This dress was offered for another date
When a young boy was placed to stand guard
At the door where his brother was about to be born
to make sure that no ghosts having taken the form of cats were able to enter in the hours of the early morn
As he grew up he heard that Vrndavana was for shallow thinkers.
Then he fell head over heals for Mahaprabhu.
These colors brought to mind midnight and those purple shades
at the time of his birth. Leis of roses and stargazer lilies with centers placed with care so nicely take their part in the glorification of Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Girihari.
Sri tree is so good to keep me pedaling each day. Out among the birds and the flowers, the fresh air along with all the pedalers of whatever variety they are. Past the whalers and on to the gecko who waits to see me coming past the natasala the toffee nose is waiting too. He's so happy to get to make such a long underline ha ha ha ha ha ha! You think I won't flag that fragment? You must be dreaming! The gecko and I tell him to go listen to the folks at the natasala and correct them for a while and we pedal off around the shopper's corner to meet with the cruiser king. Together we pass through the triangle. The house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot is making a bunch and beckoning people in from the street. We are strong though and head on to the harbor where the boats are all on the bay. The honky-tonks and bars are filling up this day and so we loop around the opal cliff. Sufferers are coming from and going to the beach. We sprint to the soccer pitch. The cruiser king takes off there back to his own place while the gecko and I continue on to the wharf road. At the main road even the gecko turns to go on to his home while I turn to the long and winding and thank the rath-bhojana-vrksa for allowing me such a pleasant pedaling time. Meanwhile the sandhya is approaching and I sound the shank to begin the service.
Deep within the far off jungle Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari wear this dress and perform their pastimes, dancing under the waxing moon.

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