Full moon over Nadia like a white rabbit
Mahaprabhu appeared during the eclipse
inside the blackish color like the pock marks
covered with the molten gold emotions
brings a subtler plane to our sight
takes away illusion’s darkest night
descends to make our prospect bright
Ganga-Yamuna, silver and gold
Giridhari’s lei tickles his knees
made from whole roses and leaves
sways in the dance between Gandharvika and Mahaprabhu
most merciful avatar it’s true
The spacey highway calls Gecko and I to see who’s who. Friends talk together when the leaping monque exit comes up. With people celebrating the eclipse may miss Balarama’s birthday party but there are plenty of people out bathing and giving charity counteracting the downside. The roadies point to the hook and on between the lakes. As Gecko and I do the boats are out in the harbor. At the natasala people are going in for the first show. Gecko takes leave to the shop and I hammer to the bear and beyond to the wharf road that takes me under the first highway. The rath-bhojana-vrksa takes me while there is still time to catch the kalarupa and make the sandhya on time.
Srila Nila was here this evening. Dressing them quickly enough he ran into stories from disturbing elements. He’s happy for the outfit specific jewelry. The radhastami dress is a little tricky to put on them but he can do it mostly. Pale green and silver tonight he remembers to put on the jewelry but can’t find a pujari pin to prop up Giridhari’s crown. He finds it and he and the Lord are ready for rest after the big party in honor of the older brother, Balarama