Posse’s riding again
Getting the old colors out
On a full moon night in the month of Kartik
Yes they’re back in the saddle
They’re looking to travel
To the altar and become a painting away off in the near east
Aruna hara posse’s riding again
Guru-Gauranga and Giridhari with Gandharvika on their left side
In their pink and green there’s just no place for misconception to hide
Calling all the sufferers from maya’s rising tide
Aruna hara posse’s riding again
The gecko and I start off together and bow our heads at the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. We cross into the southland on the way to Mahamunii’s post box. Today there are no aromas of Mother Nature in the lion’s park. At the wharf road no beasts are there to keep us waiting so we sprint all the way to the opal cliff. At the sunny cove we take the left and see that the natasala is waiting for the next show. We go into Saint Dagwood’s park for a circle and visit the trader. Another port sider is in line ahead Interestingly enough also a pedaler. The gecko and I go back around the trader’s and up to the corner where I take the left to the reviewing stand while the gecko takes leave to close his shop. I sneak as quietly through the triangle as I can and down the pedaler’s ramp. The bear is glad to see me. I make a left at the soccer pitch and go to the east cliff where the tide is out and the sufferers are treading what little water there is where the shoreline was a couple of hours ago. Coming up at the dahlia mauli I sprint to the tennis park. From there I take the right on the toad road and go all the way to the basketball park on the newly surfaced street. On to the wharf road and then the main one. The long and winding is on the right and I’ve taken the pavement to avoid the rough road that is scheduled for paving next week. At the light I slip over, under around and through the pavement back onto the street. There is a deer to escort me to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. I fold my palms and push the pedals harder. The kalarupa comes along to pace me up to the sandhya. We go along the back drive in an attempt to “take the temple by surprise”.
With saradiya rasa yatra just last night and krsna left the arena the gopis began to search for him. They asked so many different things even one doe. One year the boy sloka slinger was reading that and spelled each word so we wouldn’t get it confused with tonight’s outfit’s name, “O deer dough, have you seen Krsna?” Giridharii’s earring came out and landed in his chodder and then Gandharivka’s landed in the pleat of Om Paramahamsa Thakura’s dhoti. He couldn’t be humble about it. While undressing Gandharvika he gave me a few stupid pujari points for her jade necklace. “I wondered how you got it to stay there” it was elementary a short incantation and a couple of mudras and there it was.