Come to the temple and serve your guru forever
Taking the mala in a clean white bag
And engage in the search for sri Krsna
Srila Maharaja let us install some Deities the devotees asked
Though they knew they weren’t ready.
So he asked them to come, he said it was a heavy day
And we engaged in the search for sri Krsna
A couple of years later he returned and told us
Gandharvika came here a simple Indian girl and now she’s become an American.
We all thought what have we done?
Have we engaged properly in the search for sri Krsna?
Today the leis are quite simply some daisies, rose petals and statice
The wind has been unstoppable. The gecko and I went on anyway bowing to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa we circled the the southland to the snob hill. Going into the village we laugh, hoot and holler. The sufferers along the beach are shivering in the breeze. So they are building bon fires. The natasala is getting ready for a weekend of big acts and the shop is calling the gecko back so I go around Saint Dagwood’s park to the reviewing stand. From there it’s the triangle and then the harbor. The fires have been lit between the lakes. I take that as a sign that it’s time to get to the wharf road with the soccer pitch on the left to the main street and on to the long and winding. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa welcomes my folded palms and the kalarupa drags me up the road with him.
The Deities are staying inside tonight with the chill in the air. They put on their deep within the far off jungle dress and dance all night long.