Advaita Acarya loudly called out to Mahaprabhu
“come down with your own
find your lost servants and take them home
Only you yourself can make them change
Come down with your own
Teach them to leave their ideas alone
Gurudeva holds the key
Dress up with peacock feathers on your dress
Attract them from the material mess
Leis of roses and mums are bound to set them all free
Let this life not be wasted, teach them how to come home
The gecko and I respect the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and take the left to the lion’s park. The campa hatti beckons and so do the opal cliffs. They all call us around to point to the hook and sprint between the lakes to the natasala and the shop where I, as usual take my leave. The gecko closes his shop and I hammer back to the sandhya where the festival is about to begin.
They have names upon names for the tirthas of the world this nightdress has a name too. They call east Bengal the Radhadesa, this one is baby blue. They dance inside this evening with a look to sneak out later on.