Make a poem
Mahaprabhu come to take us home
Seamstress makes this outfit the color of butter's foam
With embroidery colors rust and avocado
The pujari offers lunch
Wispy chodders float as they dance
Leis of roses, petals, berries and the breath of babies
The ratha-bhojana-vrksa has seen a lot of respect and does again today. The main road to the bridge over the first highway takes me to meet the gecko at the King Midas' former throne. All the way to the whalers and then through the triangle to the harbor on the way to the lakes where the fires are beginning already a troupe of folding peddlers rolls by but we pass them quickly by then we've made it to the point of the hook where we join the joggers on the opal cliff I take my leave onto the wharf road keeping the soccer pitch on my left to the main road and the long and winding the ratha-bhojana-vrksa is anxious for me to get back for sandhya
Then after the long day Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari slip into their hiranyakasipu dress and on into their soft bed