Sky is dark the moon is new
Deities are dressed in yellow and midnight blue
Around their leis bumblebees flew
Coming for darsana devotees beamed
Such joy presenting themselves for by the Lord to be seen
who really is the premadhama?
From the asrama through the trees Gecko and I are sprinting bowing at the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and on to see some friends through the magic of Sharmadevatta. A racer is going away at top speed. Soon there is a guy with his panniers loaded in my mirror but he's getting smaller. In the village where the locals are hoping to lure the tourists to their shops along the beach seeing sufferers and joggers parents with their kids with their dogs taking another pedaler's ramp to avoid a narrow stretch of the street to keep out of the beast's way at sunny cove a bon fire has begun between the lakes geese are honking at the natasala there is a show of hands and a cruiser platoon is dismounting to wait in the line Gecko takes leave to get his shop ready for moving I circle the reviewing stand where the cruiser king is in his throne treacherous triangle is quiet for a Thursday so I get through quick on to the other pedaler's ramp to talk to the bear on to the wharf road under the first highway where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa is calling and smiling while I fold my palms and sprint back to the sandhya only a few quail are there to welcome me,
Orange and purple with Giridhari in so much orange one of this outfit's names is Krsna is a brahmacari. Offered at Guru Maharaja's disappearance this evening under the new moon they are ready to dance under the stars.