The lotus nails tonight, reversible thread one side looks green and the other looks orange. Om Paramahamsa Thakura, or Bhakta Blade took the reigns as Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari took rest early this evening. He likes Giridhari’s coat so much that he says when Giridhari casts it off he has first claim.
Well I’m a rhinestone mukutwalla
Making crowns for Deities who will wear them I’ll never know
Offered on Vyasa puja with offerings coming in from all across the universe
I’m a rhinestone mukutwalla
Making crowns for Deities who will wear them I’ll never know
Roses, petals and leaves in the leis with bottlebrushes as knee ticklers
Swirling as they dance throughout the universe
The rhinestone mukutwalla
Goes on making crowns for Deities who will wear them he’ll never know
The gecko and I take off asking what if this year is different? What if the rain never stops and the blue skies never return? “Don’t be ridiculous!” the gecko says,” Just listen to the politicians, the state is in the middle of decades of drought. This rain is only a figementation your imagimanation” by now the ratha-bhojana-vrksa is there and so we stop to bow. The main street is there and we go to the right over the highway and through the clank of the aluminum bat field to the whaler’s corner we go. Then the triangle comes. It’s more treacherous than usual today due to the rain but somehow we make it through. The other peddler’s have varieties of rain gear. We round the corner and pass the cruiser king. Then the natasala is on the left. We take the left and turn at the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. The harbor is in sight and all the boats are tied down. Between the lakes even the geese have gone into hiding. The windmill is empty now and we go on to the point of hook. Beyond that is the wharf road the soccer pitch is on the left. We go under the highway here and on the other side a group of four peddlers’ is breaking away. The main street takes us to the long and winding where we take leave. I fold my palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and let the kalarupa drag me to the sandhya.
Sometimes the speed that an outfit, however simple it is, comes together as this one did, it’s a miracle mom. The purple for Mahaprabhu, gold lemae with fuchsia chodder is Giridhari’s choice and similar color sari for Gandharvika. Then amidst the rain and clouds they dance the night away.