Welcome back my friends to the day that refuses to end. Of course there’s always time for another kirtan song. The young flautist is calling the entire people home. Everybody has his connection, can come back to his Goloka, even If though they’ve never been there, Still the young flautist is calling all the people home. Some of them might be sumanas children others are completely different still Goloka’s a mahotsava and everything tastes nice. The rose and fuchsia leis with gerbera daisies as the center the birthday celebration begins.
Pedal it like you stole the time to. Respect the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and head on to the main road where the gecko waits to race. There are many couples pedaling today. Most follow each other but some are on tandems. Co-motion keeps them going while the gecko and I alternate between sprinting, pedaling at speed and pace lining. The harbor is empty the boats have all gone on to the bay. The natasala is dark again. We take after Ms Gault to avoid the treacherous triangle. The cruiser king is in the mood for pedaling and joins in today. The three of us flying along over a hill and then a new sign appears announcing “rodeo creek”. We never knew. Cresting that hill a voice calls out to us and we make the u-turn to answer. One of the folks shows me his fixed gear creation. “I’m going to put a brake on it though” he tells me. “Good idea” the gecko, the king and I answer in unison. “I’m taking the long way home,” I explain. “I’m headed up to the wharf road after the soccer pitch”.
When our peleton gets there the cruiser king takes off to mind his store. The gecko and I continue up the long and winding. The fixed gear friend goes by in a beast capable of making fifty-five miles per hour in eleven minutes. Then the motorcycle sloka slinger passes us with a rev of his motor. At the back drive the gecko also takes his leave and I continue on to face unafraid the sandhya.
Showing that this day refuses to end Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari get a new day outfit instead of a nightdress and they continue dancing all night long. The blue, teal and orange reminded me that once after dancing Giridhari showed the limit of cleverness by speaking about his pastimes with Gandharvika and as she was looking down he painted dolphins in various sporting pastimes on her breast. So it’s come to be called, the limit of cleverness.