Who draws a crowd as he plays the fifth note loud?
Devotees know it’s the gowala bala.
He and his band Nila, Aruna and Syama are LIVE at the arena of pure consciousness
Cowboys are always in tune
Though his best devotees never learned to meditate so well
they love to offer arati and ring the bell
by the time the devotees got to Kuruksetra the battle was already won
still they wanted to take the “King” back home to the cowherd village second to none.
Leis of roses and other fun flowers not picked under the cloak of darkness
Off to visit the bear but he wasn’t at home. Try to tomorrow so Gecko and I went on to the highway of information. Lots of friends there one talking on the phone about going off to the land of dedication. Not so many out today even though it was a good day. One team member holds back but a quick left changes it. Back to the long and winding for a moment where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees me fold my palms and slip back for the sandhya.
Bhakta Blade asked me if I had seen the stars tonight? Had I gone up to the observation deck at all? Taking out his sextant, placing a patch over one eye while a parrot landed on his shoulder he began talking like a pirate riding on a horse of a different color. All the while the Deities were dressed in their hot pink and emerald nightdress offered on Radhastami when that day fell on the international talk like a pirate day