Darsana of Gandharvika and her eyes are always moving
Gurudeva says she’s become a west coast resident
service that begins long before dawn
but all day long she’ll be there with bells on
go out at night to pick flowers for the leis
with the sky so dark no one will know your name
take the big petal roses aromatic as mysore candan
day after day she’ll be there with bells on
the spacey highway is taking so much attention after the ratha-bhojana-vrksa is bowed to that Gecko and I wonder if ever get off even though the exit comes for the whaler’s and around the trader’s through Saint Dagwood’s park. Take leave at the corner I around the reviewing stand and Gecko to the shop. Through the triangle past the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot and on to the peddler’s ramp greeting the bear. The wharf road takes me to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa one more time to fold my palms and chase the sandhya.
It’s a miracle Mom. That’s the name of the nightdress tonight. A gold sequin peacock on Gandharvika’s palo keeps watch. Silver leme pants for Giridhari with a mauve, pink purple chodder with similar color trim. Mahaprabhu is full on purple.
In a dream last night, high dream it was
worth remembering because
Rathayatra festival and Mahaprabhu’s ecstatic dance
held Jagannatha deva along with his servants in a trance
of amazement standing still in silent observance
he crashed to the ground and their lives became feeble
to save him from pain one covered his body with their own luster
and in this dress the yellow and blue have come together as green
leis of roses and hyacinth such a fragrance
they came together with color and elegance
Gecko and I bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and onto spacey highway to the campa hatti and the point of the hook as pedal to work week comes to an end. The peddlers are out in force today showing the solidarity of a movement. Colorful costumes and innovative routes at the shop it’s time to leave to get back for the sandhya
So it’s down the peddler’s ramp to the bear and the wharf road. The long and winding takes me directly to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and I sprint to asrama where the ceremony is about to begin
Deep within the far off jungle, the nightdress is white with little stripes of red and some olive. It’s a clear night and they decide to stay in to dance throughout the night.