The leis maker channeled a herbalist from days gone by. “I would have been here earlier today but I was stalking the saffron rose” she told me. It was a successful stalking as you can see by the leis they wear floating lightly on the spring air.
In the morning just after mangala arati and you’re still under the influence of eternal time
Your mind may be racing like pavanah in search of a rhyme
Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari come out from behind the curtain in a silk dress shade of heavenly cloud with a touch of red
But don’t ask the seamstress for the explanation she’ll just cover her ears and cry Visnu Visnu Visnu.
They’re lotus eyes inviting us to associate with them in eternal serving mode and the smoke billows sai babba incense and gulab candan blown by two shakes of the tail of the yak.
All the trees are in bloom and the sky is clear it’s time to pedal on this springtime day. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa receives respect happily. Out on the main road there is a team training so I fall in the attack line and take up my turn. While I’m in the lead we enter the triangle from the opposite side. Since the whole team is present no outside force tries to mess with us. Then they go on to Saint Dagwood’s park and I meet with the gecko and the two of us go through the harbor. Taking the right and keeping the tennis court on the right also we head to the toad’s house. He comes along too. Around the soccer pitch to the opal cliff and the point of the hook sees us in a hard sprint past the honky-tonks and bars. Circling around the basketball park near the bear one of the folks calls out and I answer with a “Gaur prema!” His beast has broken down. He suspects the timing chain. I ask “Did you go with the brakes first, the differential and such to come to that diagnosis?” he grins and the light changes so he says “see you later” and our threesome takes flight once again. The big road leads to the main one where the gecko and toad keep on in a straight line but the sandhya is calling back so I salute the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and spirnt to the asrama. Mahamuni passes as I go and shouts also “Gaura hari bol”
Riding on a horse of a different color Vamsi dasa babaji enters Marakata Mani Puri talking like a pirate. Stealamani is trailing right behind with a parrot on his shoulder and a patch on his eye “Avast me hardies” he exclaims “this clear night is just the setting for the dance of rasa to take place” And with that we agatya sayanam,,,,,