After Vamsi dasa Babaji had come on his horse of a different color talking like a pirate the Aruna har posse got wind of it and they set out in pursuit. They questioned everyone “do you think you know his plan?” “Is he out all night?” The posse asked. They went on in their pink and green. Giridhari with his crystal tear drops swinging and making a sound that descends from the land where all talk is song and every step is a dance. The sumanas flower leis float along with the clothes on the gentle breezes created as the posse kept searching for Vamsi dasa Babji.
The gecko and I sprint to the main road. Ha ha, just you wait I’ll bet you old toffee nose calls this next sentence a fragment to the opal cliff where sufferers change and go down to the waves( what did I tell you?) The navapatra is the next stop. Passing the soccer pitch the wharf takes us back to bow before the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and go all out to make the vaikalika service.
The louts nails this evening as the sky is clear and Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are dancing all the night long.