Saint Patrick's day was Thursday but Gaura Purnima wasn't for another seventeen days
When the devotees came in the curtain was closed and when it opened Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari in this new holy day clothing Saint Patrick's Easter came two weeks too late. The purple is like Easter, the speaker told his class that Gaura Purnima is our Saint Patrick's day and the arati was fashionably late. Today's leis were sumanas flowers made by a new maker and they also came one hour too late.
Starting out from the asrama i fold my palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and head to the southland. Then to the wharf road and circling the soccer pitch via the opal cliff. The second time at the point of the hook i take the left and sprint all the way to the redone road. Instead of turning there i pass the tennis park and on back to the main road. Make the left at hospital curve and visit the whaler. Right at the post office and a 'u' turn there into the treacherous triangle. Luckily i meet the gecko there and he guides me through. At the shopper's corner Bhakta Theodosius is selling cookies from a tray. He asks if he can have a part in our pedaling play. We pedal on to the kutir of Bhakta Blade. He isn't there so we sprint to the spinner's church. Rounding that we speed on to the marine museum and the homeless garden. The sufferer thakur is getting some sandalwood and a fresh lei. Back to the circle around the spinner's church on to watch the mountain men imitate superman. The leaping monque is spending his father's day with his children from around the world. The gecko takes leave at his shop and i go on to the harbor and between the lakes. The wharf road takes me back to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where i bow my head and sprint to greet the sandhya. the shank sounds as i pull in.
The beauty of this night dress reaches out with a touch that kills our material desire and allows Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari to dance the night away.