Dvapara Yuga winding down
Kali coming up Mahaprabhu drinking Ganga water from Sridhara’s broken cup
Nityananda Prabhu telling Krsna-Balarama that their time is done
“It’s pasture media time”
Roses, petals and gerbera daisies make the leis
Pink and white silk elegant and refined
“It’s pasture media time”
The gecko and I fold our palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa spinning to the main street. Cross the bridge over the first highway dusting the kids at the clank of the aluminum bat. The whalers look and holler “what was that?” Around the post office that sits on the triangle through that triangle past the shop and on to Saint Dagwood’s park. The monque is leaping and up the railroad bridge. Around Om Paramahamsa Thakura’s bhajana kutira. Down to the natural bridge and the sufferer thakura. He has a leis of his own today to go with his coat. Then we’re overlooking the mountain men and their loops. The monque leaps to see us back so soon. At the shop the gecko takes leave and I hammer to the campa hatti. Down to the tennis park and between the lakes. Around the windmill to the east cliffs where the recumbent troop is still on patrol. With the soccer pitch on my right I go on to the wharf road. Counting along on the main street making the right to the long and winding to the bowing at the ratha-bhojana-vriksa where the kalarupa hustles to keep up with me.
The creamy red silk from China provides the touch that kills. They dance all night long after lying down for that smallest of moments and getting back up for their evening pastimes.