We went down to the simhadhvara
On the broad blue ocean’s shore
Seeing the thakuras dressed in ‘Nila, blue and gold
remembering how our Prabhu jumped high then crashing down on the earth he rolled
while pandit goswami gave his bhagavat discourse
to ease his afflicted friend’s remorse
we heard this from the verse’s source
and it made our consciousness fly
leis of tulips, roses and other flowers of the season
gave yet another reason
our hearts felt as if they were in the spiritual sky
the gecko and I spin past the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and fold our palms on our way to the main road. Crossing over into the southland back out to the campa hatti and the clank of the aluminum bat. Around the hospital curve over the Rodeo Creek and past the tennis park to the harbor a crew of cruisers gets us to follow them around the railroad bridge at Saint Dagwood’s river and around to the leaping monque. From there to the trader. The shop comes along where the gecko and I take our leaves he to the shop and I to the long and winding. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa stands silently as I fold my palms one more time. The kalarupa makes sure I hustle up to the sandhya who shakes our hands as we pass and the shank blows.
Pralad-a-dad is the nightdress this evening the chill is a little back but Sri
Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari go on enjoying like anything.