Along the pathway in the emperor of Tippecanoe mall when a representative of Gurudeva asked me to get in the coach
I asked him to take me along he raised up his arms as he chanted then he stopped on ekadasi.
Standing at the altar door I heard the kirtan building and the devotees shouting “Nitai Gaura” it made their spirits soar
Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari’s outfit wasn’t any one color so they would wear it any day of the week in fact it has every color of the rainbow their darsan chases the mundane blues away
Leis of marigolds, roses and bubblegum flowers
Pedal just as fast as possible. Offer respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and meet the gecko on the main road near Mahamuni’s post box. From there we view the lion’s park. The wharf comes along as we dart to the opal cliff. The pelicans are at their point. They’ve enough food stashed in their beaks to last them a week. Between the lakes are a family of peddlers that wave as we speed along the other side. At the shop we take the right to the school and sprint to the reviewing stand of the cruiser king. Four fixed gear freaks decked out with low spoke wheels, short handlebar, and no brakes try to keep up with us but somehow or other we manage to stay ahead. The harbor is empty and when we approach the tennis park the gecko takes leave. I continue to the main road and duck into the parking lots back out to the long and winding where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa is happy with my bowed head. The kalarupa gives chase but I’m a good thirty feet ahead. We make it to the sandhya and blow the horn.
A heavenly cloud is what this outfit reminds us of and this evening there are no clouds in the sky so Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari go out to dance all night under the clear sky