How about a blue starred cape and a ruffled sari skirt
And Mahaprabhu can wear a bright orange pair of pants
Peacocks on Gandharvika’s veil along with the stars on Giridhari’s patka
Too regal let’s run and tell the king
What’s he say? It’s not that big a thing
Where have these roses in the leis come from maker maid?
Look all right now but by day’s end they’ll be bunched together in the center
On the eleventh day don’t tug on Giridhari’s cape
Gecko and I spin down past the ratha-bhojana-vrksa to the southland. The traffic on the highway of space it light so the snob hill exit is taken. Through the village Gecko and I laugh and joke as we climb the small hill to the point of the hook. Cruisers congregate between the lakes with the sufferers. Along the redone road I get a divya bath that is being out in the rain when the sun is shinning. At the natasala a show is brewing and the people are waiting there in line. Leave is taken there and I swing around the corner pass the reviewing stand and go through the treacherous triangle. The house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot is closed by now and that’s a sign to turn up the hammer for the sandhya. under the tag I slide in as everybody is in.
Lotus nails this evening. The reversible thread outfit one angle is orange the other is green. This evening the little abeula from Venezuela is making vases bring back memories of laughs from behind the curtain. Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari dance late listening to the conversastion.