What’s the buzz? Do you know what’s happening?
It’s amavasya and so there are bumblebees on Gandharvika’s veil
Will Mahaprabhu ever return to Srivasa ungam? When will come again to dance with us? Just who invented this asrama of sannyasa?
Is Krsna ever going to come back to the forest of Vrnadavana?
How can we get him to leave Dvaraka?
What’s the buzz? Do you know what’s happening?
When will the leis come this morning? Do you know if there is any arrangement?
Oh yes and they look so good roses and petals symmetrically arranged just right for the Lord and his devotees to wear in their pastimes.
When do we get to see the hairdresser? When will she come and set our ‘dos? Who said everyone could be so late today? Who said everyone could be so late today?
While the folks chowed down the gecko and I offered our respects to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and got out on the empty main road. The go lights didn’t matter now so we hammered to the bridge over the first highway. There was no sound coming from the clank of the aluminum bat field. The whalers had all stayed home but there was a couple on a tandam that were leisurely pedaling along. The gecko and I continued sprinting to the corner and saw the school just before the reviewing stand. The cruiser king was even at his house today and not there to judge our form as the triangle let us through without incident. The house that taught-choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot was empty too. All of them waiting for tomorrow when they will pounce on the shoppers along with toffee nose who’ll spray them all with his ever loving green pen. The boats are out and between the lakes ordinary people play football on the beach. There a flock of cruisers are waiting to climb the hill. We go by like nothing. The gecko has to take leave for tomorrow also and I sprint to the wharf road and to the long and winding where I respect the ratha-bhojana-vrksa once again. The kalarupa pulls me along to the sandhya and I ready for the ceremony.
Ah yes, Krsna is a brahmacari, this evening’s nightdress. The chill is back in the air and a fire in the hearth. Om Paramahamsa Thakura wrote “thanks” on a piece of paper and handed it to people to see how long it would take for them to ask if this was his way of giving thanks? Then Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari took themselves off to bed.