The folks took darsana with glee to see the Deites
In the outfit called the queen
Every color of the rainbow is there and the hairdresser artfully placed flowers in their hair and everywhere
Celebrating ekadasi locally with leis done by volunteers
Giridhari’s broke so I hung it on his flute
Respect to the rath-bhojana-vrksa and meeting the gecko on the southland we once again see Mahamuni’s post box. The beasts are surprised that we climb the florist’s hill so easily. The opal cliff is empty so we hammer all the way to the point of the hook. We breathe a little heavy but we speed to the harbor and at the natasala people are in line for tonight’s show. We go around Saint Dagwood’s park before we see the hari nama party. They all raise their arms to greet us. But the hour of reckoning draweth near so we take off quickly. At the shop he takes his usual leave and I pass the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot where the chain is being locked. I take the pedaler’s ramp to the bear’s house and then the wharf road takes me past cruisers and tandems on the way to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where the kalarupa takes me up to the sandhya. Last night there were sixty people for the ceremony and tonight there were two.
Deep within the far off jungle the chill of the evening has called Guru-Garuanga Gandharvika-Giridhari out to dance beneath the waning moon.