We’re going up for darsana please come along
SP is waiting for the time he can frolic in the pasture with Giridhari
Pink and white with silver looks like a sundae parfait
We’re going up for darsana please come along
Prabhu bring your mrdanga by Guru’s grace we might get to leave the mundane plane
for it’s like a child’s game and he’ll teach us not to play
we’re going where the water is amrta
every step is a dance and all talk is song
the leis are made of flowers that weep in ecstasy
roses that scatter on the ground
Gecko and I bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and enter the information super to speak to friends around the world. The exit leads past the post box of Mahamuni through the village to where the sufferers go. The hook of the point has cruisers sauntering along but Gecko and I don’t have the time for it’s getting near sandhya and there is much to pedal for. At the natasala leave is taken and I go through the triangle on to the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. The harbor’s boats are out trying to beat the heat and the tennis park is empty for the shoes are melting into the court. The toad is fanning himself and can’t muster the energy to pedal along. There is another peddler with his ride looking like a beat doctor from the prohibition days. It’s pedal to worship day and the sandhya is ready. The long and winding takes me past the ratha-bhojana-vrksa again folding my palms as usual and hammering all the way to the boarder where the residents of the asrama are gathered in for the ceremony is about to begin
Hiranyakasipu, the nightdress this evening. Gold and yellow silk soft and comfortable. Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari take rest a little early on this warm night. Lying down for a moment they engage in graceful pastimes happily.
As the velvet curtain opened
Thakuras wore a dress named for a lady on a ship
Devotees were dancing and singing
As they saw how they were dressed
Leis of fragrant roses and some sumanas flowers added in
Brought an ecstatic high
As the velvet curtain opened
Thakuras wore a dress named for a lady on a ship
Gecko and I met up in search of the highway of information. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa received my respect happily. Off along the main street to the lion’s park and on to the campa hatti hill down to the point of the hook where the cruisers go between the lakes the geese honked. At the shop leave was taken I went to the triangle and on to the peddler’s ramp and said “hey” to the bear. Wharf road brought me back to the long and winding where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees my folded palms with joy. The sandhya is happy to see me make it on time.
The touch that kills our desire for fruitive activity in this world is the night dress for this evening just seeing them dressed in their Chinese silk embroidered with roses does just that.
Taking the dust of their footprints seeing their dress covered in peacock feathers lying prostrate before the altar fence.
Giridhari’s sequin-rimmed chodder tied to Gandharvika’s veil
Catches all eyes making them dance and swoon
Rose leis of purple and yellow swinging rhythmically with each of their movements enjoying like anything
Gecko and I meet up under the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and sprint to the main street. Around the southland on to the highway in space coming off at lion’s park through the village pointing to the hook. Smelling the ozone of the fresh spring rain going between the lakes the sufferers huddle together to keep warm.
At the natasala leave is taken. Around to the reviewing stand to the harbor where the boats are in the tennis park is on the right while I hammer to the left to see the bear and get to the wharf road. A team goes by like I wasn’t there. On the long and winding I come to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa folding my palms. The kalarupa is back to take me to the sandhya and help me slide in just under the tag.
Ah yes baby blue. The foggy evening’s nightdress goes on quickly and they prepare to dance the night away.