Gurudeva adores San Jose, that remote place
That gave the teachings of Guru Maharaja a western world base
Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharva-Govindasundar with the peacocks that swooned as they went over Their heads embroidered on the backdrops and later were called into service on this new outfit.
Making this the oldest of all in a new dress.
Leis of light and fragrant yellow narcissus, daffodils and roses
Attracting all the noses to the saffron and tulasi on the lotus toeses
The gecko and I set out to bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and go out on a sprint to the southland around the auto repair back to main street on to Mahamuni’s post box. The compa hatti hill leads us to the left and on to the toad road. The toad himself comes out for a rare tour. On to the tennis park and then the redone road crossing over at the boardwalk bridge and down the pavement to where the stars rise in the morning. Circling the mountain men to the leaping monque and beyond to the trader’s around to the main street. At the corner we take leave the gecko to the shop and I pass the reviewing stand to the triangle. Making it through I pass the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. I pass the peddler’s ramp and go through the hospital car park and left at the techie store. Back again to the main street. One more time around the southland and darting across to the long and winding folding palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and picking up the kalarupa the teams have gone by, the errands were run and the fixed gears are turning at the lighthouse point the sufferer thakur blessed us with sun and pedaling weather and we come upon the sandhya.
After a nice long afternoon nap Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari stay up a bit late to engage in their pastimes with grace and happiness. Varying shades of purple deep to light that’s the story tonight.