october 5
Puspes form effulgence over their heads
Puspes in the air, puspes everywhere. Mahaprabhu and Giridhari wear puspe armbands on this puspe day. A puspa paka from Giridhari's belt put the puspas around his legs; Puspes form the boarder of Gandharvika's sari taking them around her head and framing her face. And the deep blue backdrop shows that New York's a go-go and everything looks nice. Marigolds and a handful of roses in the leis make old toffee nose grammar suck his green pen right up his toffee filed nose.
The gecko and I are pedaling past the ratha-bhojana-vrksa when three deer watch. We seem non-threatening so they take a long look before trotting off into the trees. We go on down the main road through the southland and past Mahamuni's post box. Through the village but avoiding the opal cliff and the construction. The point of the hook has sufferers lined up round the corner for tea and a slice. The gecko and I weave in and out of families pedaling together, couples on tandems and teams in pace lines. At the shop he takes his usual leave and I go through Ms Gault to get around the triangle. The house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot a chain is being put up to lock the parking lot. Through the harbor and between the lakes where a house has it's Halloween costumes for sale or rent. I pas the soccer pitch on the wharf road and come once again to the long and winding one, offer respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and follow the kalarupa to the sandhya.
When the devotees present themselves before the lord and see him in this Chinese silk nightdress it's the touch that kills all desires for happiness in this mundane world. And now they go out for dancing under the stars of this cool evening.