Blue and gold
Seamstress calls it that
I think “oooh how vanilla?”
So I call it ‘nila
A bungled up word for blue
So I call it ‘nila
Could be a sapphire jewel
Leis of trumpet flowers and roses
Announcing the coming of the thakura
Leis of trumpet flowers and roses
Swaying with the dance of amour
Saying call it ‘nila
A bungled up word for blue
Saying call it ‘nila
Could be a sapphire jewel
from the spacey highway over the first highway Gecko and I take the left at the hospital curve. Past the tennis park to the path between the lakes where the sufferers are taking shelter from the quick rain along to the windmill then to a hut where a young one is dispensing cleaning solutions. Turning off to go down by the river to meet the folks there. The doorman asks if he can help and I reply “I’m looking for ‘hey Zeus’.” He says my search is over for he is just above me up the steps. After the meeting and leave is taken it’s like September when the days grow short. I count the headlights along the long and winding road. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa can barely see my folded palms but I do anyway. I hammer along racing the dark. On the last approach a doe stops and stares and pricks up her ears. I keep coming she looks away then repeats. I come within a yard or so and she saunters away along with her spotted fawn.
Bhakta Blade has come on his horse of a different color. Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari wear their belts from Gaura Purnima. Bhakta Blade takes some time in dressing them even though I dressed them so simply in the morning. “argg mate!” he says “sure and this is well chosen jewelry.” They wear the hot pink and emerald green offered on Radhastami when it fell on the day of international speaking like a pirate day. They take rest a little early, only for a short time, before they rise to enjoy their pastimes with ever expanding happiness.