It’s the very highest plane
pervaded by the holy name
and accessible by the affection of Gurudeva
The world is in the mind
A connection of this caliber is very rare to find
All it takes is a bit of Bengali mahal jadhu
The highest brought down to the very low
Mahaprabhu’s mercy overflows
Like lava
The dress has dragonflies and lotus flowers
Done in water color
To see it just takes a bit of Bengali mahal jadhu
Aha, oh no the rain came down. The gecko and I had bowed to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and on the way to Mahamuni’s post box we did our usual tour of the southland. The lion’s park saw us on the way to the village and then the opal cliffs took us right to the point of the hook. The natasala has a show tonight and the folks are gathering for the first part. Around the shop and Saint Dagwood’s park at the nova patra I look for the hari namers but they’ve stayed home all together. So around the trader’s back to the shop where the gecko takes his leave. By now the raindrops are harder to pedal between and so I sprint hard past the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. The peddler’s ramp takes me to the bear and the wharf road by the soccer pitch. The long and winding brings me with folded palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where the kalarupa has a rain jacket and we spin all the way to the sandhya.
A damp day ends nicely on a soft bed with a gold silk nightdress. They stay inside and play some games to see if they can taste the different emotions of their servants and enjoy the love of those sold out souls