“water color” silk made here by the bay
offered for the Janmastami day
it took about a month to complete the dragonflies
Lotus flowers all around
On the dress and in the crowns
Service performed in the mind of the highest kind
Able to free all from the mundane bind
All are sunk in
Mahaprabhu extends his mercy to those so low
And sometimes it overflows to the untouchables
Leis uniquely fine roses and “seeing eye flowers” understand symmetry
Equals beauty
Gecko and I take off for the way of information open to those with connections. Friends there are talking of diamonds and the words of the sages. Some spoke of touring through the old country. Around the circle of the southland the delivery trucks are parked in neat rows with arrows raised. Mahamuni’s post box is on the way to the campa hatti. Entering the sufferer’s domain there are several joggers and recreational pedalers. At the sunny cove the children of the asrama are starting their bon fire to keep warm. The gathering cloud shows a chance of rain along with a chill in the air. I turn about face and Gecko takes his leave. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees me bow my head as I lazily pass. The kalarupa tries to get me back to beat the clock.
Gold and soft bed.is the nightdress. Slipping into it early I try to keep that hope alive that they can take their rest early to night. From their simhasana, Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari kept a view as all their servants came and went kid’s campers too.