A three-rider posse pulled up on the banks of the bay
Offering darsana in pink and green clothes this Wednesday
Calling everyone to join in their association through divine serving mode
On to the higher plane they rode.
Leis of big flowers with some kind of aroma
leading some to go on a roma
Gecko and I sped past the ratha-bhojana-vrksa with heads bowed crossing the main street we found the entrance to the cyber highway venturing around a few exits we found our way clear and came down by the village where tourists were trying to absorb the sunshine breaking though the gloom and preceding the weekend storm. A team went by in full regalia. They are fast and furious and gecko and I laugh to see their intensity. Spinning between the lakes and on to the natasala a no show. Through the triangle to the peddler’s ramp where we take leave. Gecko back to the shop and I past the bear on to the wharf road At a go light I pull myself to the center to allow one of the beasts to make the right this beast is a bull and seems to waiting to pounce in case I’m thinking of running the light then it snorts and makes the turn green comes and I sprint to the wharf At the long and winding I fold palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa hammering all the way to the sandhya I’m in with bells on
Giridhari had left the arena so those there began searching and asking all they saw they came upon some locals with the question “O deer dough, have you seen Krsna?” with this being read care was taken to spell each word for clarity the dress was named and they danced the rest of the night with great happiness.
Though your soul’s bound by the modes
You can escape to the supreme abode
If you can some how come to the asrama
You can share the divine love
change your life
Rearrange your life by seeing
the thakuras in Diet Olive
from the villages in Gauda to the
skyscrapers in Gotham
if you come to the asrama you can share in the divine love
change your life
rearrange your life by seeing
the thakuras in Diet Olive
leis of wild flowers from the land where dedication flows
they come all the way down to the thakuras toes
dodging bunnies on the way to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa
where we bow our heads. Sprinting with the team to the southland and taking the entrance to the cyber highway. Once again at the exit to the lion’s park we go on up to the campa hatti hill. Left to the point of the hook where the single gear freaks are revving up but with our cassettes we thunder by and see the sufferers between the lakes waiting to get back out there. The natasala is ready for the show tomorrow and we swing by the shop where I take leave around the corner to the reviewing stand. The triangle temps me but I get through and head down the peddler’s ramp chasing one of the team and nearly catching him. Right at the light to the tennis park and beyond the windmill is vacant now and I go to the light where I can pedal along the beach seeing all the lonely sufferers. The shop here is closed a sign that the sandhya will be waiting. The long and winding welcomes me from the main street. I fold my palms and hammer all the way to the asrama under the tag I blow my horn and call everyone in saying the ceremony is about to begin
A lion on the chase is the nightdress. Green and purple with Giridhari’s coat floating on the breeze Gandharvika is watching happily while Mahaprabhu takes a seat on the right side. They dance and kirtan all night long with the sounds of raindrops coming in
Now talk about the smooth dancing actor
with mirrors psychedelic smiles, moons and stars
yellow for Giridhari purple dhoti of Mahaprabhu
Gandharvika has a purple sari with yellow swirls and purple choli too
Hearing about the brahma muhurta flower harvester
She took them from her own yard
Made the leis with the aromatic roses and bunches of “candy tuft” the camellias would just turn brown too soon
Offer them for the arati picked by the light of the moon
Picked by the light of the moon
The rain came and the gecko and I headed into the land of the classics with one JSB as interrupted by IA. we came upon a local foxhunter that had some rather strange taste but was quite entertaining. On the right was an empty cafe probably due to the hail and rain. We hope this rain lasts only a day and with the trainer to help us perhaps it will. Or we’ll have to ask “when will the sun smile and make it light?” The team caught up to us eventually and the ride went on forever as if pedaling an infinity of good old time wool jerseys just in time for us to be breaking for the sandhya on a rainy day here at the asrama.
Deep within the far off jungle, the nightdress With the wind and rain that seems to be way out of line. Dressing quickly this evening they are ready once again for their pastimes of the night.
It comes along on Saturday
Just before the festival
You know the cooks make ghee
And on top of the butter there’s always foam
Salted unsalted organic or commercial
On top of the stove or in the oven
And on top of the butter there’s always foam
You see two leis of petals
Or Gandharvika’s big fat whole flower one
Swinging along with Thakura’s dancing
Flashes of color against their dress
And there’s always foam on butter
Spinning past the ratha-bhojana-vrksa offering respect
On the way to the highway seeing a few friends out there on the way to the exit past Mahamuni’s post box to the campa hatti down to the hook of the point where the gloomy afternoon kept the sufferers on the sand near the bon fires. People gathered around the natasala for the show and to watch the gecko take leave to the shop I see the reviewing stand where the king is in his element. The triangle is quiet as I sneak through to the harbor and connect to the windmill. The wharf road takes me to the long and winding where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees me fold my palms and the sandhya welcomes me back
After the overcast of the day Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari dress in their Hiranyakasipu nightdress in early fashion and took rest in a soft bed with yellow and gold silk.