Playing in Goloka
Time for the yuga avatar
When the avatar comes
Krsna preme will flow
Srimati Gandharvika seeing Giridhari crash to the ground
No, I can’t stand it I’m going have to cover you
With yellow your whole body ‘round
Yellow and blue combine as green
Gecko and I go off to the spacey place where the friends are celebrating Janmastami. Gecko and talk with the folks and smile at new clothes. From the main street to the lion’s park and up the campa hatti hill left to the village and on to the coast line while the smoke from fires are in the air sufferers are still out life goes on pedaling and pedaling to the corner around to the reviewing stand Gecko comes back to the pedaler’s ramp and sees the bear on the way to the wharf road under the first highway where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees Gecko and I bow in respect hammering up to the sandhya.
Ending at midnight in the new dress, when I feel my strength is almost gone, one laughs at the end of my prema dhavani oh Giridhari up in Goloka smile down upon this one
On Sri Vyasa Puja we pray to our spiritual father
Evevated in dedication smile down on your disciople
Engage us in your service let us chant and have some fun
Seeing the parrots on their mukuts, Gandharvika’s skirt and veil
Giiridhari’s cloak and Mahaprabhu’s chodder on this day they changed from kirta to vests and the devotees just wanted to back to home
Leis of fresh picked roses and lilies collected from “the land”
the festival turned out so grand
a quick dart to the edge of the cyberspace to show friends dear
the outfit the Thakuras got this year.
Over the first highway to the clank of the aluminum bat on to the whaler’s who like to salute Gecko and I going by.
Natasala is dark right now Gecko takes leave at the shop
I circle Saint Dagwood’s park on the way to the harbor. Between the lakes where the sufferers go to collect their driftwood the pitch is on the left while I take the right to the wharf road this time passing under the first highway the ratha-bhojana-vrksa is surprised that I have ventured a far and now the kalarupa pulls me to the sandhya where bunnies are scurrying away.
After the long festival Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari take off their new dress for their Hiranyakasipu, gold and soft bed night dress happy to have a quiet night to end the festival of both Giridhari and one of his topmost devotees.