One day the devotees go to circumambulate
the holy Radha Kunda Lake
where they may beg they might pray to be engaged in service of the line of divine masters following the angels right on back to reality the beautiful.
In the forest where Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari have leis of roses, tuberoses and cornflowers that flow with their dancing spreading a fragrance that becomes a guru
Off from the asrama and bowing at the ratha-bhojana-vrksa to the go light at the main road. One of the folks comes up behind the gecko and I but shows no recognition. The gecko and I cross into the southland the beast behind goes to the left. The gecko and I go on along to the lion’s park and past the florist. Sprinting to the trader’s we lock up to go pay him a visit. As we finish locking whom but that same folk pulls up but says not a word just follows us into the trader’s carefully staying two paces behind.
“Wild isn’t it?” the gecko turns to me and says. We remount and pedal along to the soccer pitch. Right from there to the opal cliff. Between the lakes the sufferers are making their bon fires for the evening. As we come upon the natasala the gecko takes leave and I continue around the corner to the cruiser king’s. Through the treacherous triangle to the harbor. (Ha! Old toffee nose marks that with his green pen with glee) the boats have come in for the evening. I pass the tennis park and sprint on to the main road. The hospital is on the left so I take a right to avoid the merging beasts. The long and winding means a left turns in front of the oncoming beasts. I respect the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and as usual the kalarupa races me to the sandhya so I’ll be there in time.
Tonight’s dress is the lion on the chase. Trying to remove our material consciousness and replace it with desire for service in that dedication land. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are ever inviting us to associate with them in eternal serving mode.