I hear the rivers of nectar overflowing
When you see the black stars on Giridhari's dhoti
Come for darsana today it's sure tit will bring new life
There's a dark moon out tonight
Bumblebees on Gandharvika's veil
Leaves all other ides of beauty pale
Come to arati today it's for sure it will bring new light
It's amavasa to night
“leis are very humble today”
“five dozen roses just wouldn't do” I heard the maker say
but still come for arati today it's sure it will bring new light
it's amavasa tonight
after talking with a few friends Murka and I are at the corner of main street and big street. What a surprise! The construction is complete enough that the rough road is smooth. So on to the wharf. The sufferers are there to beat the heat and the tourists are looking for a magic weekend. Some mountain men are pedaling through the sand on the beach while the sea gulls listen. The natasala is in the middle of the second show as I take leave and Murka sprints for the asrama. Another tandem then a couple of pedalers out for fun together The ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls him back the kalarupa is there to guide him to the sandhya who welcomes him among a pack of deer
Deep within the far off jungle, the nightdress for tonight, Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are cooling from the heat of the day. New moon means dancing all night long under the stars. The white dress with olive and red trim is easier to see in the dark of night.
Arghh mates! From the madhuvrata dark moon
to Nadiya Sasadhara
the full moon over Nadia
like a white rabbit
bringing the light of the holy name
chanting in every town and village
all around the globe
silver for the Yamuna gold for the Ganga
was an easy choice to title this outfit
apples and rose hips in the leis along with roses
Bougainvillea
Nadia Sasahara
Taking off from the asrama to Davey Jones' locker. Over the first highway to the campa hatti Left at the hospital curve keeping the tennis park on the left. Between the lakes the geese honk at the roadies going by. At the windmill there appears to be a conference of pedal tourists. That's the first time I've seen any life there in three months. More tandems today along the beach dodging the construction that still looms. The pitch has a game going on with a few pedalers in attendance but Murka and I are going along the wharf road and under the first highway to the main street. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls out as I take my leave and Murka follows the call. Kalarupa kicks off his shoes and goes barefoot chasing Murka who is there in time but not enough time for the SJ express. At the last minute the Peach Profit and his flock took me over there.
Once again after the long day Hiranyakasipu came along as the nightdress to give Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari relief from the “fatigue” and allow them to dance to their fullest satisfaction throughout the evening.
Usually arati is spot on
But sometimes it's fashionably late
Once begun emotion causes the devotees to faint
on Gaura Purnima when eyes looked their first upon
This Easter of Patrick the Saint
Flowers are scarce, fall is here again
Off to Fran the flower man
Coming back to school she makes the lies
“I was short last time” so he gives lots today
like the day eyes looked their first
on this Gaura Purnima outfit they shouted hooray!
For Easter of Patrick the Saint
No time for the Cyrus space today.. So Murka and I cross over the first highway past the clank of the aluminum bat field. The whalers they all came out and Miurka and felt so happy on the way to the trader's today. The Saint Dagwood's park is full of folks enjoying the sun this afternoon. Families pedaling along the Saint Dagwood's rive trail. That used to be such a dangerous ride as far as the Murka thought. Maybe with their parents along it's not so tough. Back around to the corner to the reviewing stand. The cruiser king is happy to see all the cruisers going by and surprised to see Murka and I, the two roadies, in the midst of them all. Taking leave there to join in the moving preparations. Murka turns at the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. He takes a left on the redone road keeping the harbor on his right. Left to keep the tennis spark also to the right he goes on to the toad road. The toad joins later in a short sprint to the pitch. There he takes leave and Murka goes on along the wharf road under the first highway to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and the Kalarupa who has kicked off his shoes and is pedaling barefoot up to the asrama where the sandhya is meeting Murka with the deer.
This evening it's the touch that kills. When chanting of the mahamantra comes pure then Krsna is dancing on the tongue having eliminated all desires for ordinary enjoyment in this world. Creamy red with flowers embroidered on the red.
Coming for darsana Thakuras dressed in red silk embroidered with peacock feathers
Hearing the promise of the new initiates
Whoa! What did they say?
So we took the words out of the fire, held them up to the light
Look! You’ll never sleep during the day!
And isn’t a comfort to know that’s your best friend
Who plays as a cowboy in Vraja, and
Is also the parama isvara
Pujari pedaling through Nadia bicycle made from altar tubing
When an officer pulls up beside and says “hey! You missed that stop sign!”
So I sweep up the octagon from under his wheel and untangle his words from my sikha
And isn’t a comfort to know that’s your best friend
Who plays as a cowboy in Vraja and
Is also the parama isvara
In the red silk embroidered with peacock feathers
Sometimes a cold coming on can take you where pedals don’t usually go. The highway was empty again today. Over the first highway to the curve with the tennis park on the left The harbor has the boats mostly in ‘cause of the week day around to the natasala where I take leave and Murka goes through the treacherous triangle past the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. The redone road and right between the lakes where the sufferers are building bon fires to keep warm. The windmill is dark again turning at the sunny cove sprinting ahead with a tandem ahead and a team coming up fast. Along the beach to the wharf road. Under the first highway being called by the ratha-bhojana-vrksa to hammner to the sandhya trailing the kalarupa today
Bengal east where the maths are all baby blue where the Ganges doesn’t flow is called the Radhadesa and this nightdress from Radhastami is called baby blue cause the a blue God sometimes wears white