this Gaura Purnima outfit was planned for no sleeves
but the new spring was a lot wild too cold for that
to let the people see that Mahaprabhu and Giridhari
sumanas types. Giridhari with the sandalwood flower on his left arm
Mahaprabhu with the leis on his chest
Instead the new york fabric backdrop popped the yellow dress with blue trim so bold that the people love it! They love it for now and for always.
Lies so late today they came after the nap and toppled the peacock feather and messed with the hairdresser hmmm
The rescuer made them so nicely with roses and lilacs that smelled ever so lovely without the maker there’d be no such beauty.
From the asrama to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the young rabbits hopped away and I bowed to offer respect on the instruction of Gurudeva. Into the southland joining in cyber space with folks all over and in the real world the gecko and I went around the village laughing all the way to the point of the hook seeing so many seasoned citizen peddlers where did they come from? The natalsala is showing a film from a far off land and at the shop we take leave and I go through the triangle past the harbor and between the lakes with the first hot day of spring the bon fires are put out. The sufferers are all chasing the next wave and the windmill is spinning. The soccer pitch Is on the left while the wharf road takes me to the long and winding where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa is watching me fold my palms and the kalarupa has come to pull me to the sandhya and hand me a new water bottle.
The touch of the lotus feet of Sri Giridhari’s holy name on our tongues will kill all desire for fruit hunting activity and this creamy red and soft milky white satin will give us the darsana that leads to that lolyim while they dance all night enjoying like anything.
Have you seen the jeweled arms? On this Ekadasi it’s so warm
Have you seen the jeweled arms? They’re dressed in every color of the rainbow along with peacock crowns with effulgence too.
Leis are wilting fast in the heat; the lights are low to keep them cool
The gecko and I are on the way to Mahamuni’s post box in preparation for his return. Then the lion’s park to the campa hatti down to the navapatra One beast trumpets once, twice and three times but I don’t change my demeanor back around the trader’s and the frontage road back to the first highway around the southland across the main street to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where the usual kalarupa to the sandhya
Oh the tirtha sahasra nama comes along and this one’s baby blue. The cool of the evening has them ready for dancing under the moon for the rest of the night.
The hot temperature is still around
Wonder when it will come down
First look at the dress today and the devotees cry
Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari ki jaya!
Leis from flowers collected at the asrama
Roses, periwinkle, jasmine and buttercups just to name some
Come for darsana, quick come see
It’s so hot that pujari put a vest on me!
Bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and meet the gecko in the southland and made the left on to the main street. Over the first highway to the clank of the aluminum bat field The whalers are inside beating the heat while the triangle comes up slipping past the beasts around the natasala waiting for the show over the corner to the Saint Dagwood’s park and on to celebrate the leaping monque’s birthday all the devotees are glad to see us one comes forward and asks “guess how I got here!” “you pedaled in to huh?””yes!” after a little time cheering him we turn around and circle the traders back to the corner where we take leave the reviewing stand is in full operation and back through the triangle a couple of peddlers ahead weave around the lane with the beasts on the right so tight we can’t get around so we escape down the redone road to the campa hatti and on to the southland and across the main street to the long and winding fold my palms at the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and the kalarupa has to carry me back for the sandhya cause I feel like I don’t have any legs today
So riding on that horse of the different color the baba enters Marakamani Puri talking like a pirate and the thakuras play in their evening pastimes with grace and happiness
Is the asrama in an energy crunch?
Does it seem like no one knows the date?
Are worried ‘cause the offering is just a little late?
And you’re looking for a way to speed it up?
Are the leis just too heavy today, being made of full fat roses?
Stretching from the neck down to their tosesß
Round the ratha-bhojana-vrksa to the southland and beyond to the lion’s park the village is there for laughing through and the point of the hook is full of cruisers with their suffering boards attached between the lakes the geese are there again to the harbor where the boats are out the natasala is resting for the next show and the gecko takes leave at the shop I go on around the corner to the reviewing stand and through the triangle back to the redone road where the tennis park is on the right along the toad’s road the folks are running errands and some kids are playing student the soccer pitch is on the right and I go on to the wharf road to the main street and the long and winding the ratha-bhojana-vrksa is waiting as I fold my palms and the kalarupa is still having to drag me to the sandhya
The lotus nails are out tonight as the nightdress. Cool has returned to the evenings but that seems to be a relief as they engage in their night pastimes.
At the temple door a swan carrier arrives full of flower petals and angels. One of them in filigree chodder smiles with each word a song and invites us to follow the angels for the darsana of Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari.
Just as I could nod and take a step up dutthas showed the path they were traveling leading to the land of dedication. Now as we stumbled along we saw the large rose leis not quite as heavy as they were the day before yet they stayed in suspended animation until the evening.
Bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and sprint into the main street all the way to the whaler’s and on to the triangle. Looking carefully we pass through as the beasts are so packed they have no choice but to give way. There is a peddler with a large feather over the top of his head and the tail of a cat coming from the saddle. Very strange. At the Saint Dagwood’s park there is a whole congregation of people speaking of a day for the earth. Circling both the park and the trader’s we make it back to the corner where we take leave. The gecko to his shop and I to the triangle the harbor’s boats are out still and the sufferers are taking over the between the lakes area the windmill is spinning but no one is home along to the navapatra right there keeping the pitch on the right to the wharf road and the long and winding where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees my folded palms the kalarupa races me to the sandhya
It’s a miracle mom, that i’m still allowed to engage in the service as they take rest in the cooler evening and I quietly shut the door and slip out to leave them to their nighttime activities.
On the night I was born, my brother stood guard to see no cats snuck in
Much later I listened as Guru Maharaja told me that Vrndavana is for shallow thinkers
Well I tell you I fell as if from the top of a tree
But he led me to the mercy of Mahaprabhu and I fell head over heels for that affection and mercy that he brought down
“I picked all these flowers before mangala arati,” the leis maker told me. “I could have picked them last night but I knew they wouldn’t be as fresh”
Ah yes by the end of the day they had wilted and were only a shadow of the selves they had been
Off into the great world of the memory bank. The gecko and I thought we might invest the afternoon there. As we went along the way there were a bunch of coyotes who were turning the compost into a feast fit for a…how could we know that the electric scooter ahead also held a dog in a basket praying for rain to remain at bay. So many cueing for pakoras in the prasadam hall as we passed on down to the Saint Dagwood’s park circling the park we were positively on front where the kernel of divine love danced in ecstasy saying “all of you kindly chant hari bol!” the public were amazed. We also circled the trader and then went to the corner where we took leave. I to the triangle and he to the shop the memory bank was full and our account was replenished.
Deep within the far off jungle, the nightdress from the appearance of Nrsimhadeva. They took rest a little late but they were dancing and dancing all night long.