Friday has come again
The Deities usually wear purple that day
“Is there any red in this one?” asks the maker of leis
‘Why yes there is” I reply Mahaprabhu’s and Giridhari’s trim
and in Gandharvika’s skirt made big by hula hoops
we can only hardly wait roses and narcissus leis with fragrance so great
Crowns that brake from the norm silver, red and a touch of blue
The necklaces are a new mix too
We can only hardly wait roses and narcissus leis with fragrance so great
The ratha-bhojana-vrksa awaits and I bow my head then it’s on to the southland and meeting the gecko by Mahamuni’s post office. We spin by the lion’s park on the way to the florist. Left on the wharf road we sprint to the opal cliff where we have to slow down to a spin so we don’t frighten the sufferers. We hammer between the lakes where the sufferers are making plans in the sand. The natasala has a famous act this evening but we spin on to the traders and wait on the Hari Nama party but they don’t arrive. We have to begin the return so we’re sprinting to the long and winding. At the ratha-bhojana-vrksa I fold my palms and join the kalarupa who paces us back to the sandhya.
The nights have been warmer again and so this evening Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari go off “deep within the far off jungle” to dance the night away.