Wear a silk turban like Giridhari in Vrndavana
A silk turban and blue dhoti take a peacock feather
Put it in the turban and when it comes to dancing the peacock knows all there is to know
Mahaprabhu and Gandharvika have the copper and blue seed bead
With a peacock crown
Full rose leis contrast well with the dress as the devotees say this is what you need to know.
The gecko and I respect the ratha-bhojana-vrksa pedaling our way to nowhere. The southland had joggers along with us today as we rounded the curve at the end to rejoin the main road. There we took off for the lion’s park. Up snob hill and down into the village as usual laughing all the way the cruisers couldn’t understand. The sufferers on the opal cliff were the only ones happy about the raindrops that we felt a little difficulty to pedal between. We pointed to the hook and between the lakes. There we saw the boats all in their places at the harbor cause they have more sense than the gecko and I and stay in in the rain. At the natasala he went to the shop and I to the sandhya. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa saw me bow my head as I challenged the kalarupa that the last one to the asrama was a mayavadi.
Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari in their creamy and red Chinese silk are certainly the touch that kills all desire for mundane beauty. They took rest early this evening and due to the fire burning need no extra chodders .