An eclipse and the full moon didn’t shine
People bathed in the Ganges chanting the name
It was Mahaprabhu’s birth time.
If the moon translates to a white rabbit
It’s all right; just don’t make it a habit
He’s come to the world to search his lost servant and he’s even coming after you.
Middle of the road conservative coming down the street. Looking the kirtan party over with a magnifying glance they wonder if he’ll take this chance to learn a different paradigm and under go the revolutionary plane of consciousness
Leis light yet full the fine art of the maker at it’s finest
The gecko meets me under the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and we offer respect. Speeding to the main road at the main road we try to sprint but the go lights make us stop not once or twice but three times. Beasts turning and people walking the flow must stop and wait. Through the parking lot and over the bridge where the toffee nose has is disguised as a troll and pulls out a can of green spray paint and scrawls “Fragment” on the wall. Taking the left over Saint Dagwood’s creek then right to the tennis park. Between the lakes to the toad road what’s wrong with this sentence? I don’t know ask the toffee nose, he’s got out his spray paint again. After the ordeal a team passes us and then we meet college students that are pumping their fixed gears. We pass the gecko’s shop he takes leave and I sprint to the sandhya blow the sank and it starts again.
Gold and yellow. Gandharvika’s veil is hand sewn by one who can’t do with machines but is just as good as that by hand. From being a nightdress offered on Nrsimha caturdasi it has the name hiranya kasipu, gold and soft bed. They were taking some time to turn in this evening but by now they are enjoying their pastimes with full happiness.