Giridhari dresses in traditional yellow
Playing his flute contemplating the highest mellow
Question arises unless I become Gandharvika how can I taste what she relishes?
Gandharvika chooses blue for herself
When they come together Mahaprabhu tastes that high ecstasy and today he wears the combination of their colors, green
Leis delicate roses and petals beauty intensified by Guru-Gauranga and Gandharvika-Giridhari’s gentle swaying
Off to respect the ratha-bhojana-vrksa then to the snob hill o dear toffee nose I don’t understand your green pen. Up the path and passing the lieberry with the gecko in tow. The opal cliff and the point of the hook lead us to the navapatra and on to the vaikalika. Then to the main road to the gecko’s shop. He takes his leave there and I make an appointment. Sprinting just as fast as I can past the dog wash to the harbor and then the tennis park. Back to the main road and a short turn into the southland. Darting back palms folded to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. Today I drop the kalarupa on the way to the sandhya.
The fog horn is blowing as Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari go deep within the far off jungle to engage in their nightly pastimes of divine love this evening.