As she decorates each moment with sandalwood pulp and leis
The hippies know she’s there with bells on
Her hair done by one named for a jasmine variety
Smooth and iridescent as a peacock’s feather
Mahaprabhu came to understand her love’s treasure
Pedaling past the ratha-bhojana-vrksa I bow my head and meet the gecko. We go along the main road crossing the bridge over the first highway to the hospital curve. From there we pass the tennis park and go between the lakes. Spinning past the navapatra there are some cruisers we bob in and out of them and come up to the toad road. The toad himself joins in and the three of form a pace line to the harbor. The toad takes the lead and takes us to the natasala. There the gecko has to take his leave and so the toad and I continue through the triangle to the peddler’s ramp we make the right at the bear’s house. Then keeping the soccer pitch on our right we head to the wharf road. At the long and winding we part I go to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and join with the kalarupa to the sandhya. The toad goes back to his gym. I meet the sandhya who is happy to greet me.
The cream and crimson Chinese silk that is smooth like milk. Seeing their gentle smiles inviting all to associate with Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari in the mood of eternal service. That transforms one and all from the lowest plane to the highest. The touch that kills all mundane desire