Once at Radhasamti time
When the seamstress’ creative spirit was prime
The vision came so true
Mahaprabhu in mango, Giridhari in lightning yellow
Gandharvika would wear her favorite blue
The swami brought a sari so beautifully blue shimmering like the sky at midnight with it’s own iridescent light
The cabrillo student came for mangala arati to make Giridhari’s leis
With Mahaprabhu and Gandharvika’s done in free form who could assign a pattern to you, leis get changed with every new day. Giridhari’s with the roses and pompoms intertwined so delicately that some of the folks asked if he had two leis himself. “Last week I couldn’t offer you very nice leis but today the flowers and all came together” full and lovely everyone swooned to see them.
To the southland after the respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa off to the snob hill and into the village the opal cliff come up next where sufferers are changing and chewing the fat while the gecko and I head to the point of the hook there are cruisers there some follow us around to the market and round the corner to the school the reviewing stand is next where the king is timing us we sprint past to get through the triangle the dark is coming and we summon our lights to continue to the long and winding where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa awaits and the kalarupa has saved his money for an orange crate and we slide in for the ceremony just under the tag.
Vamsi dasa babaji is riding into Marakat mani puri talking like a pirate on the horse of a different color you’ve heard tell about. But with the air being cold as it is they stay inside this evening.