What's the buzz? Tell me what Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are wearing. The bumblebees are circling Gandharivka's lotus feet buzzing about Giridhari's name form and qualities. Oh that is good. His wispy chodder floats gently as he plays his flute and dances so rhythmically. Mahaprabhu is eager to relish all this fun and he himself, tasting the sweetness begins to dance. Madhuvrata, the dark moon dress, has caused more nectar to be produced than it's possible to understand. The rose leis are big and feathery swaying along with their fluid movements and by the end of the day scattering around a bit.
“When do we ride to see the great blue whale?” the gecko asks me at his shop. I met him there as picked up the set of pedals he tuned for me. We take off and just before the gate closes the park we enter and circle great blue. The wind is crying beware of the gulls. There are many pedalers who go around us while we wait at the go lights or stop signs. We don't have that passion. The triangle is fast and non-congested today. That is the beasts and the pedalers flow through quick. As we return from the park we shoot through and on to the house that taught choc-lot to talk-a-lot. The harbor has some boats still in dock. The honky-tonk road has light traffic today also. We go smoothly to the soccer pitch and make the left there. The basketball park is empty as we pass. The toad comes for just a little while. He and the gecko take my leave as we pass the gecko's shop for the second time. I make the turn and pass the school. The cruiser king has closed for the day. Straight ahead I come upon a pedaler and we pedal abreast for a mile or so without a word. Just before the long and winding he asks, “Where are you going?” “Up this long and winding road” I reply. “Oh, you live at the asrama, huh?” I make the left and respect the ratha-bhojana-vrksa thanking for the time to pedal. A couple of the asrama's residents come and over take me in the last portion of the way. Another comes and turns to follow me. We arrive and the sandhya greets us with arms held high.
This evening while talking like a pirate, Stealamani was nearly sent to the kuhlvorrictung for picking mangala arati flowers from the wrong location. An undercover second officer made the arrest. Frauline Uma was on duty in her usual beat but a second officer acting undercover was patrolling the Sri Caitanya Saraswat Seva Asrama Garden, started in 2001. Since it was only his first conviction he merely had to return the flowers and repeat the picking, the penalty was declined. In the meantime Vamsidasa Babaji rode a horse of a different color as the Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari took rest talking like pirates.