The time for the yuga avatar was coming up slowly
Giridhari thinks “I haven’t given devotional service in a long time”
He has his loving devotees, they engage in wonderful pastimes,
He has unparalleled beauty, he plays his flute
He decides to come to Earth.
Gandharvika has a dream of his ecstatic dancing making him roll on the ground. She says “I know you, you know me, one thing for sure I just can’t let this be”
We’ll come together, you and me
Here is Giridhari in yellow dhoti
Along comes Gandharvika in her blue sari
Come together to make Mahaprabhu’s green dhoti
Here are Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari with their rose and hyacinth leis following the curves in their bodies
Mahaprabhu, Gandharvika and Giridhari are transcendental three
Inviting all to associate through serving mood
The gecko and I went to the southland chasing the cyber space highway. Around the point of the hook between the lakes where some folks were trying to start fires to keep warm. The boats are out today in the wind and the bright sunshine. The natasala is ready for the next big show. At the shop we take leave and I head to the peddler’s ramp along there the soccer pitch is on the right. At the wharf road I take the left and get down under the highway. The long and winding calls me back to fold my palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and follow the sandhya to the asrama.
Deep within the far off jungle is the nightdress. It’s a chilly night for april 9, 2009 so they dance all night right here on the simhasana
Returning from the fields the cows raise the dust into a whirlwind decorating all around making them look so fine
That’s pasture media time
Pink and white with a hint of silver the visitors say “unparalleled beauty’
Shows the real meaning of Sukala sakti, white power.
The lies are full roses with calla lily centers that become part of the dress they’re colored so right.
From the southland to the lion’s park the opal beach and pointing to the hook. Between the lakes people are gathering driftwood for bon fires later. There’s a peddler ahead with several bags strapped on and no he couldn’t look much stranger. We over take with faith in a blind corner. The cruiser king joins in for a rare threesome. Through the triangle to the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. The harbor is there and so is the tennis park. the king takes leave here back to review more. The gecko and I pedal on to the basketball park. The soccer pitch is on the right at the wharf road. We follow that to the main street at the long and winding the gecko takes leave and I go on to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and the kalarupa pulls me along to the sandhya just under the tag.
The gold and soft bed is the nightdress this evening. They are ready for their night pastimes even though the chill has returned. They dress early and I’m off to get ready for the next day.
Twenty-five years from thirteenth street
Swooning peacocks on the kirta’s front
Crowns and effulgence made from peacock feathers
The oldest of all but in a new dress
Sari of paper silk, Giridhari’s putka is fuchsia like the veil
Great big chimps better give us no lip
The oldest of all but in a new dress
At the ratha-bhojana-vrksa we bow our heads and catch the main street. A double frame creation is being pedaled in front of us. Sort of a high wheeler As we pass he nods a few are on a tour with bags, pots and maps stashed everywhere are going the opposite direction they wave and smile. Through the triangle and on to the natasala where the founder of demon crazy now will speak tomorrow Saint Dagwood’s park is empty for the holiday the monque still leaps though. There are extra folks out near the sufferer thakura. The gecko and I take the street near the bhajan kutir of Bhakta Blade and on to the natural bridges. Seymour isn’t there at his museum today. Imagine all the people going to a cave. We check out the abhavana mauli it’s quiet except for the wind. On back to the navapatra there are dune buggies and electronic peddlers in concert for each other. Crossing the railroad bridge there are no mountain men below they’ve also gone to the cave. Around the trader’s and up to the shop where we take leave I hammer a straight line to the campa hatti and swing through the hospital car park next is the long and winding where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa awaits and I fold my palms. Kalarupa takes me back to beat the sandhya’s tag.
In the ninth this evening The wind is chilly but not so much like it was the night before Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari dance late into the night with anticipation of warmer days ahead
Far away across the battlefield Giridhari’s best devotees come to offer service after the warriors had been delivered from illusions spell
Gandharvika is in the hood too. One warrior had said, “Govinda, I shall not fight” and fell silent. Red, white and black they helped boys dodge the draft
Whole roses, petals and a few sumanas flowers make the leis today. Two symmetrical, the other free form
The gecko and I once again offer respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and sprint to the cyber super highway. Then to the lion’s park and campa hatti where we go left to the hook of the point. Between the lakes the bon fires are already burning with the chill coming on. The demon crazy is speaking at the natasala when the gecko and I hammer by. Around the corner we see a fleet of peddlers with trailers attached. The cruisers are at the next street some with suffering boards. Through the triangle and to the ramp there are some fixed gear heads huffing and puffing up the hills. We see the bear and say hey! At the soccer pitch we take leave and I go on to the main street to the long and winding. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees me fold my palms and the kalarupa sees how I am ready for sayana instead of sandhya so we go to the asrama as fast as we can.
Baby blue is what they call this one. The great society has names for the centers of the world and this is named for the service connection.
Oh what a beautifully divine baby when it came to winning blue ribbons he surely showed the whole world how. With the lion in both the jotish cakra and the birth moment the astrologer knew he was a great personality. Blue and the hottest of pinks with rose and petal leis that fit just right “sometimes I have to talk to the flowers” the maker told me in the evening. Oh what a beautifully divine baby ‘cause look how he charmed the whole world
Vyau took over the day and the gecko and I were blown all across the wild acres, through the jala mandir in Govinda Kunda. We spent a hot night in Budapest and saw some strange people’s faces come out of the rain. The wind certainly was nearly hurricane velocity, nearly turning men into mice and with chattering teeth people cursed us as we pedaled by and then stood to salute the star spangled banner.
Pralad-a-dad is the nightdress on this night of high wind. The chill factor makes it seem much colder than it is. What a surprise the chilly wind makes us feel colder. Giridhari’s necklace lost all it’s kinks this evening when I took it off him. “Why couldn’t you do that this morning?!!” I asked some outside thought I spoke about them so I explained. They got a laugh and Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari took rest eagerly.