It’s time to sing again about the black bumblebees the flower petal leis ‘cause the amavasya’s up above
The volcano of divine love
Yes we can look in to the brown buttons on Giridhari’s coat or the flowers on Mahaprabhu’s kummerbund but the focus will always return to Gandharvika’s veil and the black bumblebees
Or the flower petal leis made with such great care and artistic flare that they most perfectly complement the dress and their mood of sport
The gecko and I once again bowed to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and sprinted to the main road. All along that street we sprinted, across the bridge over the first highway. From there we slowed a bit but went on, keeping the whalers on our right, to the trethourus triangle and the corner beyond. Right at the corner and right again later. We passed in review before the cruiser king. He winks a smile and the gecko takes leave at the shop and I for the sandhya as always. Today I went via the harbor and between the lakes. There weren’t too many beasts today but more peddlers out soaking up the nice day. One team looked relieved that the rain is gone today. I took the right to the opal cliff and saw a passel of tandems in chase to something or other. Further on was the navapatra and the soccer pitch.. left there I got on to the wharf road to the long and winding where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees me fold my palms and invite the kalarupa. We get to the asrama just in time for the ceremony to begin
Vamsi dasa babji entered Manikatamani Puri this evening riding a horse of a different color talking like a pirate. The chill is returning but the fire is burning so no chodders. Then they enjoy their pastimes with much happiness.