The devotees all came for darsana in the natha mandir
To have kirtan at midday it was arati time
Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari Live! At the arena of pure consciousness
Playing lightning beats on the mrdanga Prabhu put his hand through the head
As it died it made such a sound he wished there was a repairing spell he could have said.
When arati was over and the pujari called out for love
The devotees felt as if they'd gotten new light coming down from above
Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari LIVE At the arena of pure consciousness.
Sumanas leis symmetrically arranged swaying as they danced all they devotees prayed they'd always have this vision of Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari LIVE at the arena of pure consciousness.
Pedalers raising money for aids went through town today. Offering respect to the rath-bhojana-vrksa I tagged along for some time. The main road had signs to mark the way. At the florist it said there is heavy traffic and at the whaler's another said use the shoulder. The triangle's was “Beware!” The wind cried faster as we approached the marine biology museum and circled the great blue whale. At the spinner's church we broke into a sprint and I called out to Bhakta Blade's kutir. But alas only the rabbit was there to answer my invitation. On the railroad bridge we saw a few old pedalers watching the mountain men below imitate superman in their usual death defying loops. The gecko even joined in as we past his shop. Passing by the beasts stopped and stared at the helmets of some of the pedalers. Some had animals, others had flowers still others had rainbows. Around the east cliff to the point of the hook then to the opal cliff and another sprint broke out through the village. Coming to the post office of Mahamuni I had to take my leave for the sandhya was calling me. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa accepted my folded palms and I beat the tag at the asrama.
Red outfits are so pretty especially this one made from Chinese silk. Mahaprabhu and Giridhari's creamy dhoti and chodder along with Gandharvika's veil smooth as milk when it's offered on Nrsimhacaturdasi, it's the touch that kills all material desire.