Inspired by years ago, days of old when magic ruled the air
Times of dragons, unicorns, leprechauns and kings and queens the rainbows all had pots of gold and their colors are all in this outfit. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet, Giridhari's chodder Gandharvika's skirt and veil. Mahaprabhu's dhoti and kirta are spreading the colors everywhere. Peacock effulgence above their heads wonderful things the devotees all said..
The gecko awaited in the village today. So I bowed to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and said good-bye. We traced the route from one wharf to the other. We went a bit farther to take darsana of the sufferer thakur. We sprint to the great blue whales and turn to the navapatra. Om paramahamsa thakura is somewhere between his kutir and the asrama.
So we pass by the lone mountain man who once again sits waiting for the others to perform with. The monque is jumping and so we circle the trader's and then the shop where the gecko must take leave and I must sprint to the long and winding and respect the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. Without the kalarupa to pace me I wouldn't make the sandhya.
With Giridhari in an orange dhoti this evening we cannot but know that he is a brahmacari. And with that the water of the river Yamuna parted and the devotees crossed over. The nights are so warm that they can't but go out for dancing under the stars.