Gurudeva and his party rolled up to the Monterey Bay, inviting Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari to grace the people with their darsana. Appearing in a dress the color of the foam on the ghee they bathe in.
He asked all to come and participate in a plane of consciousness that without his grace everyone would miss.
A land where eveyone can be happy and laugh once more.
Leis of full and fluffy roses that scatter on the ground as they sway to the rhythm of their dancing feet. The heart that Gandharvika's forms pleases all devotees especially the maker of the leis.
The gecko is raring to go today he meets me at the mailbox and we offer respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. On to the southland and the lion's park. Mahamuni's post box is there on the right. Then a florist climbing a small hill and sprinting at full force to the opal cliff. Joggers are everywhere along with family pedalers who view us with some reservation. The point of the hook is full of people looking for the price of a slice and listening to the steady beat of poets of the day. A gang of guys who have given up their pedals and attached lawnmower motors to their machines go by and the gecko and i share a chuckle. They are decked out in leather and the whole bit very strange. The natasala is dark once more. The cruiser king is there to insure our safe passage through the treacherous triangle and on to the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. The harbor has all the boats accounted for. We pass between the lakes where a convention of sufferers are staking claim to bits of sand. We go as hard as possible to the wharf road and then at the long and winding one i am called to take my leave and join the kalarupa in folding palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. On to the sandhya and the sunset service.
To bed to bed under golden sheets upon soft pillows. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are "fast asleep" as soon as i can get them dressed and in bed. But then once the light goes out who knows what may happen