Taking darsana today Gaura hari!
Nila, Aruna, and Syama LIVE in the arena of pure consciousness
1008 contrast points for the backdrop, cummerbund and Giridhari’s necklace
assessed for the beads the long, short and the tall
Bhakta Blade tallied them all
His calculations on display in the prasadam hall
It will turn your frown up side down
Leis of petals and roses today such a notion
Showing the zenith of devotion
Mind’s ear hearing malai vaisnava tosani vaisnava tosani
best thing one can do simply the best that one can do
staying calm during darsana is so hard for crying out loud
for crying out loud
return to the shop sprinting all along the long and winding to the main street and over the first highway. The campa hatti boasts gardenias for only a handful of small conch shells. Picking up my rig Gecko and I take off for the mountain man’s park along the boardwalk. Few are there leaping and curling over the new ramps. So it’s on to the natural bridge where the sea gulls fly and soon their friends the lions all drop by. Circumambulating the spinner’s church to the water treatment plant there is a recreational peddler with birthday candles on her helmet. “Be well” Gecko shouts and I chime in with “ may you be forever young!” Dreaming past the inn and on to the corner where the cruiser king waits. The treacherous triangle is full and takes a long wait to pass through by then leave is taken and I continue on to talk with the bear. El Siddhamuni heads for the asrama but doesn’t see me wave. Bowing to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa a fancy dancer blinks taillights as he passes and I just laughs and the sandhya welcomes me back.
Om Paramahamsa Thakura invites the babaji into the Marakatamani Puri who is riding on a horse of a different color even though he is talking like a pirate. Tired from their late night dancing they take rest early on this cloudy night. It seems like they may not want to go out and dance by the light of the moon.
“Gurudeva’s service is the way out of here,” said the temple president’s class “at least that’s my belief, otherwise how can anyone get relief”
all around the seva asrama, neighbors have a view of all the people who come and go and the barefoot servants too.
Meanwhile on the altar the conch shell blew thakuras in the aruna hara posse rides again this is the outfit the seamstress thought of when the plans for these mukuts were drew
Mahaprabhu and Gandharvika have leis of dahlias that sparkle in the light, made beautiful by Their touch. Giridhari’s lei is made of flowers so glad so glad so glad with roses too.
Gecko and I are off in search of the spacey highway from the long and winding. Crossing the main street around the southland. Friends on the highway are getting a chuckle over a “test”. It’s a cool afternoon by the lion’s park. The tourists in the village are happy about it. The sufferers are still thanking their wet suits. Cruisers are on the point all the way to the place between the lakes. The natasala has another show lined up for the people doing the same. Leave is taken and I take the corner back to the triangle to the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. The harbor sees the boats coming in and I keep the tennis park on my right. The bear is glad to see that I’m still pedaling. The wharf road gets me back to the long and winding. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa watches in silence as I fold my palms and hammer to the sandhya and to pick flowers for the ceremony about to begin.
This evening they seem to want to stay up again. Wearing the lotus nails Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari dance away in another nightdress made for Nrsimhacaturdasi soft and supple all the better for taking rest and enjoying night pastimes.