As we continue to hear this tale,
The tale of the thakura’s outfit’s
This one came several Janmastamis ago
Named for a women on the head of a ship
The captain saw her one night
skirt she was wearing was a little short
like this one seamstress made for Gandharvika
and as she danced in the dark
this dress came to be called cutty sark
leis of roses and purple trumpet flowers
another bush was bulldozed in a strange hour
gecko and I set out for the paradise that was paved to grow silicon chips
from the main street to the old road. Through the foot hills where the beasts would pass close by. Many of the trees are in full bloom now so it looks like a different trail. The heat makes me thankful for the shade. Walking part of the creek trail and pedaling the other part with the mountain men who laugh since I don’t have suspension. But the roadies dust them easily and remind them that long after their mountain machines are pushing up daisies the roadies will still be there. The heat deludes Gecko and I so rather than the asrama it’s the rascal crustaceous museum that welcomes the two roadies. Memory serves and the park comes to the rescue. Keeping the shark tank on the left offering flowers to the unknown horsemen the asrama is in sight now. The devotees greet us and are amazed that the roadies made it through the heat.
The trumpet awarded only one contrast point for Gandharvika’s jewelry as Om paramahamsa thakura dressed her in her Hiranya Kasipu nightdress. They wait for me to put them into their beds nacite nacite.
Pale green and silver with purple accent oh what’s in a name?
This outfit has kept it’s fame
It’s certainly funny, y’all know why
Some devotees want to name this dress after a sunny sky
Leis of orchids and roses too
Wouldn’t want to miss the cue
They extend almost to their feet
aroma makes the devotees think them sweet
it’s certainly funny, y’all know why
some devotees want to name this dress after a sunny sky
just a jaunt to the highway of information Gecko and I cross the main street into the southland want to see the panoramic view
coming down at the lion’s park and on to the campa hatii Through the village and along the beach where the sufferers are catching the last waves of the day. The fog will soon obscure their way. It comes off the ocean on it’s little paws and soon has everything in it’s jaws. I see one pedaler in the distance with the sound of a fowl and can tell he’s a fixed gear freak. Passing him my thought is confirmed. Then there’s the couple on a tricycle tandem once more. Back past the bear and the wharf road takes me to the long and winding where I take leave and bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. Kalarupa lets me know I’m in good time and chats along the way to the sandhya.
the weekend has been lovely dhupa and dipa, and still schedules to reach wearing their touch that kills nightdress it’s time to put the Thakuras to sleep, another time to put the Thakuras to sleep.