Put Mahaprabhu in blue and red
Gandharvika in orange and indigo stones
Giridhari wears violet, green and yellow
Together all the colors in the rainbow
Leis are white narcissus simple but oh so fragrant
In this coast town folks are spell bound by the witch called maya
While the kirtan party goes dancing by
To free their souls with vibration from the spiritual sky
Passing the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the gecko and I bow our heads. We sprint through the southland. The post office is on the right as we make the turn to snob hill. Along the railroad we go spinning all the way into the village. Up to the tip top of the opal cliffs and then descending to point to the hook. Between the lakes the geese are honking. There are a few recumbents on patrol on the redone road. The natasala has a line forming to the right as we pass. The shop calls the gecko in and I take leave to around to the reviewing stand and then the triangle. The peddler’s ramp takes me by the bear. Wharf road is the next attraction. Along the way cars are coming from behind all the way to the T where it joins the main road. I continue to the southland one more time. Crossing into the long and winding the ratha-bhojana-vrksa awaits my folded palms. The kalaruipa comes up beside me and we begin to spin. The pace picks up and we get to the asrama just in time to get ready for arati.
The chill is returning while the deep within the far off jungle nightdress sees no chodders since the fire is blazing. Maybe by the morning.