Guru Maharaja sat back against his chair as he revealed the dharma for all the human race.
We smiled, whispered and nodded drinking the nectarine rays from his moonlike face.
“Do you want to live?” he asked “then come to die”
he chuckled as he answered his own question a twinkle in his eye
With rose petal leis and whole lilies in the center. A delicate fragrance permeates the natha mandir.
After the stars rose this morning I met the gecko and we sprinted to Seymour’s museum and were greeted by the great blue whale. The sufferer thakura is decked out with a fresh lei of his own and people crowded around to have their picture taken with him. We speed on to the spinner’s church and circle it. Next Stealmani’s bhajana kutir comes into view. He’s taking the name in ecstasy so we decide not to break his mediation. Instead we follow the fixed gear pace line toward the slaughterhouse of the mind but take a right before the last approach. We spin by the mountain me who are absorbed in their jumps and ramps. From behind we overtake the beach cruiser brigade and wave as we go by. As we climb the hill to the school we join a line of roadies without helmets. We take a left to the school while the team takes a straight line. The gecko takes his leave and I take myself to ms gault to miss the triangle. The harbor is once again dotted with sailboats and a few sufferers with kites on their boards. The east cliff takes me to the wharf road and on to the long and winding where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa takes my bowed head with grace. I slide in just right for the horn to blow to announce the sandhya.
This evening Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are wearing “a lion on the chase” it’s cool enough and also there is enough cloth to float on the breeze as they dance the night away.