In Goloka’s pasture frolicking with Giridhari and the cowboys
association so rare,
playing in ways no ordinary person could dare
frolicking in Goloka’s pasture
highest divine love leaves lust
somewhere in the dust
where the fragrance of pink lilies and roses
make the leis into a dream
woven into the tapestry of Pasture Media time
As every day the highway calls Gecko and I to meet with friends. Along the campa hatti to feed the bear what a hungry he’s been. Pedaling off to the toad road all the way to the tennis park which is on the left. The natasala is on break for a couple of more days Gecko has more moving responsibilities. Down the pedaler’s ramp passing the school and chanting clearly to the basketball park where some several types of devotees have gathered together on a diamond speaking sonar alphabet with bats. On to the wharf road under the first highway to the rotha-bhojana-vrksa that sees my folded palms and with the Kalarupa take off in a sprint for the sandhya is everybody in? yes, the ceremony is about to begin.
At the end of the festivities the thakuras get in their nightdress called deep within the far off jungle and get ready to dance the night away
Devotees go for darsana on the pacific ocean shore
But with thakura bhojana approaching they didn’t have much time
Foam on the butter it comes when making ghee
They come to the natha mandir it was decorated with new vase flowers
from the farmer’s market donations for the week
dahlias a few agapanthus, full roses and petals leis made with care
taking this darsana they’ll remember the thakuras everywhere
foam on the butter it come when making ghee
over the main street and to the highway for information Gecko and I went then over the first highway to the next campa hatti past the tennis park which is on the left. The harbor has all it’s boats out to beat the heat. A team of young guys goes by but it’s not the Gecko’s shop team. At the natasala Gecko has to take leave and I go through the treacherous triangle past the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot the redone road leads me between the lakes where the sufferers are taking shelter from the heat. The windmill spins but it’s shop is empty. The wharf road took me past the lieberry to the main street this part is scored for repaving so I take to the sidewalk to the ratha- bhojana-vrksa where the kalarupa chases me to the sandhya.
Hiranyakasipu is this soft bedtime outfit made of yellow and gold.. A quiet night of dressing only an earring or two falling out of place and a few pujari pins coming from their hair. Toffee nose doesn’t like that sentence ha! He must be related to the seamstress. A quick and quiet night.