Srila Gurudeva saved this life
That was headed nowhere
Maya almost had her claws in me didn’t she?
Srila Prabhupada whispered gayatri in my ear
Go to see Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari
In their velvet butterfly dress, darsana opens spiritual eye to see
With inner light reality distinguished from illusion
Petal leis among the butterflies sway freely
Free to dance in Mahaprabhu’s sankirtana
The gecko and I spin to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and bow our heads. On the main street there are peddlers out on errands in spite of the chilly wind. Over the first highway and through the harbor to the reviewing stand we go. The peddlers we meet are in big coats or thermal windbreakers and booties. Still from the teams to the singles they’re out. at the natasala we take leave I go on to the other harbor and see all the boats are out. Between the lakes there aren’t so many sufferers or geese. The windmill is on the left but it seems to be closed now. On to the wharf road with the soccer pitch on the left is empty today under the overpass there are a couple of students up to who knows what. The long and winding beckons me back and I fold my palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and pull the kalarupa to the sandhya who is anxious but happy to see us.
The baby blue is the every Monday nightdress. They swirl and sway in their evening pastimes that go on forever increasing in ecstacy.