White and yellow gold
The thakuras vyasa puja dress sparkles before us with divine light
Lifts us from this plane and to dedication's universe
Leis of petals and camellia flowers swaying gently as they dance
Take us from this ordinary universe
Mahaprabhu shades of molten gold
Somehow dancing right before our eyes
Enticing and exciting us
Rasa raja mahabhava
Madhurya dhuti shines from him
More cooling that millions of moons
Calling us from this plane to the land of dedication
Offered for the birthday of our gurudeva
The gecko calls me from my lethargy to respect the ratha-bhojana-vrksa
Then spin on to the southland right to the snob hill and a small campa hatti. Laughing we climb the opal cliffs where the few think we must be quite out of our minds in this drizzle pedaling and laughing pointing to the hook. No cruisers or not even the hardest core fixed gear head is out we have the whole road to ourselves. At the harbor the boats are tethered. The natasala is dark but the shop calls the gecko and I have to return for the sandhya. Hammering from the hospital curve to the pasupati. I spin through the car park and on to the long and winding. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees my folded palms and thinks it odd I'm looking for the kalarupa to push me on to the sandhya.
The Hiranya kasipu nightdress this evening. The chill is returning so the thakuras remain inside to dance the night away in the dry and warm.