In a Vrndavana garden sitting beneath a tree
Waves of the Yamuna incited Mahaprabhu’s memory
of water pastimes with milk maids in a bygone day
and here it’s clear that yellow and blue combine as green for the first time.
Rose leis “all exactly the same except completely different.
Flowing with their dancing and beautified by their own bodies.
The ratha-bhojana-vrksa happily receives my respects. I meet the gecko at the go light on the main road. We break into a sprint right away to get across the bridge over the first highway. The whalers cheer as we pass. We make the left at the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot and down to the redone road. The beasts don't want to allow us to slide onto the pavement over Saint Dagwood's creek still somehow we sneak across their lines. Through the road construction and up over the railroad bridge taking the right as if we were going to Bhakta Blade's kutir. We pass the turn for that and circumambulate the spinner's church before going on to the market where Ricky and babhu master Sambeau are spreading the unending glories of our golden lord.
Aren't they pleased? Staying for only a few moments the gecko and i take back to the park of mountain men doing more 360s. The road past the leaping monque is being repaired too and so we tip toe between the flagmen. Back at the gecko's shop he takes his leave leaving me to explain this adventure to all the rest.
Taking themselves deep within the far off jungle Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari get ready for rest and the rest of their evening pastimes.