T-U-R-B-A-N offer it to Giridhari and discover it’s true value then
No dollars or diplomacy just increase our dedicating tendency
Morning bath of yogurt, milk, ghee, sugar and honey
Makes the day ever sunny.
Rose petal leis with lilies at the center symmetry is beauty once again peacock feather effulgence it was he who taught Giridhari to dance copper, blue and white with seed bead and sequin accents
By now this little rhyme’s been stretched to it’s complete extent
From the asrama to the lion’s park stopping to respect the rath-bhojana-vrksa then up the hill by the flower shop. The gecko joins in just before the soccer pitch where the teams are intensely kicking. The opal cliff is quiet save for a few joggers, mothers and speed walkers. Multi colored cruisers with families and lovers aboard line the row of honky-tonks and bars. Near the lagoon a gang of young boys are pedaling their stunts as we split the ring one says to his confederates “Dhoods! Look at this!” we go on with cotton stuffed in our ears. Between the lakes we over take three more cruisers while Johnny Law looks on. Around the redone road to the shop of the gecko the main road is empty save for a couple of beasts. One sage at the go light asks the musical question “Which way now that you’ve past Saint Dagwood’s park?” we wink a smile and go left where the monque leaps. Over the bridge to the kutir of Bhakta Blade who is hosting the toffee nose who won’t accept this sentence no matter what circling round the west coast mudra of the nava patra we go on to see the great blue whale he’s a little lonely today since the joggers are all going from wharf to wharf wearing tee shirts proclaiming their feat taking his leave we go for darsan of the sufferer thakur and on to watch the mountain men act like superman at the shop the gecko takes leave and I make the turn at the dog wash to the harbor where the boats are coming in the wharf road takes me to bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa a group of deer are standing guard and when they see a number of beasts charging the take shelter of the trees on the opposite side of the road one ot the folks waves and when they see me at the asrama they tell me “no need to return my wave when you’re pedaling so hard!”
This evening as the sky is cloudlessly full of stars Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari slip into their red and creamy Chinese silk the touch that kills all material desire and ever invites all to associate with them in eternal service.