June 29
At mangala arati you saw Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari were all in gold
After bathing they wore an outfit that’s very old
With all the colors of the rainbow the seamstress set their hair with decorations with all the colors of the rainbow
Leis of sumanas flowers and roses in the colors of the rainbow
The long and winding road that passes under the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where I offer respect (not a fragment) The toffee nose wants to mark with his green crayon but it just ain’t so. Taking a left at the go light past the memorable post box of Mahamuni. The lion’s park is on the right as I climb the snob hill and descend into the village. The wharf leads me to the opal cliff where many sufferers are in the curl. At the point of the hook the gecko joins me. We spin along to the windmill and dip between the lakes. Some young boys are pedaling on their home made creations. They look in wonder as we pass. The redone road makes us sprint to the natasala where there is some competition of gymnasts. The gecko leads into the downtown and we speak to the leaping monque. A couple are in front of us at the bear who guards the door of a motel. At first we think we’ll hang behind but then it’s too much and we dust them. Here a motorcyclist and his wife are beside us. At Bhakta Blades they go on to the school while we go to Om Paramahamsa Thakur’s. The spinner’s church is there and we circle that. We break into a full sprint all the way to Seymour’s. We talk a few minutes there with him. He tells the story of the blue whale’s skeleton that is in front of museum. The time of talking ends and we sprint to the park where the mountain men are putting on a show. Then we head up the road of his shop and I keep on going to make it to the long and winding where I bow my head to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. The sandhya is glad to see me.
And when he dresses the Deities this way it’s the touch that kills all desire for fruitive activity.