Here on the dark moon day we hope to hear the song of the bumblebee
bringing good fortune to all by singing of Mahaprabhu, Gandharvika and Giridhari as told to us by sri gurudeva.
With our heads down on the ground we hear the most sublime sound the kind and gentle vaisnavas singing the praises of the topmost guardian of the sampradaya.
They have their yellow dress with black trim and bumblebees on Gandharvika's veil.
Leis of sweetheart roses, full ones too, petals and marigolds in suspended animation they hang there. The slightest touch and they scatter over all Friday morning of the new moon a festival of joy remembering the leader of the line
The gecko and i set out together respecting the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and dashing through the south to the lion's park again up to the wharf road and onto the opal cliff. Sufferers on waxed boards play among the little waves isn't it just so much fun to pedal and take in this scene? On the redone road we over take a couple of cruisers on our way round the corner to the school where a pace line of fixed gear heads are in a hot race. We speed along behind so as not to disturb. At the natasala the gecko takes leave and i find ms Gault to take me safely away from the triangle. On the soccer pitch there is a school having a party for something and another festooned single speed pedaler. As i bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and ready myself for blowing my horn to call everybody in for the ceremony is about to begin the motorcycle sloka slinger resets the clock to say that he is the kalarupa's agent.
After the festival day Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari put on their deep within the far off jungle dress and sleep tonight.