Giridhari wears a peacock crown on ekadasi
Peacock crown and feather effulgence
He took some bright stars and placed them on his cloak and Mahaprabhu listened while two parrots considering his beauty spoke.
Gandharvika has peacocks on the ruffles of her sari “only sari, no frock!” so say the old lady Bengalis
Mahaprabhu wearing a navy blue chodder and a bright orange pair of pants
Who have you been hearing from lately, prabhu? It’s not strength, power or even money but the ultimate is love charm and beauty
White jasmines at their feet and in Gandharvika’s hair, leis of roses, lilies, and purple flowers with little yellow flowers that look like eyes again and the toffee nose won’t let that sentence pass. “FRAGMENT! FRAGMENT!” he cries aloud. Revise or risk the fickle finger of faultfinding.
Privately singing one evening warbling sweetly as I doubled over in laughter, which made him increase in intensity. Om paramahamsa thakura stealamani this.
In the midst of a pace line of cruisers I offer the ratha-bhojana-vrksa respect. The line goes around the southland and I follow. They turn onto the main road and I follow. On the main road the pace is too slow for me so putting faith in blind corners I overtake them to connect with the gecko on the other side of the bridge over the first highway. Our speed increases even more then and we’re at a full gallop around the hospital curve. Even the racing roadies double take on us. Between the lakes the sufferers and their followers are flying kites. Scores of kites dot the air; stars, boxes, arcs, planes and all sorts of crazy shapes fill the sky. Around the soccer pitch where the teams are struggling with each other and the witnesses are so absorbed they don’t notice the two strange peddlers passing by. The opal cliff is full of sufferers too. The sunny cove has bon fires waiting to happen when the sun goes down. The gecko takes his leave and I have to kick into the highest gear to make the sandhya surprised and pleased that I’ve made his requirement. I think he’s more surprised than pleased.
The touch that wipes out our mundane desire tonight. The red and creamy chinese silk with roses embroidered on. They dance coming in incense and sandalwood. They came in the year of horse