Sometimes Gurudeva chooses the color of the Deities dress
taking one above all the rest
though he might offer Gandharvika something else
this is the color he says she chooses for herself
Mahaprabhu wears mango covered for he sometimes crashes with force
Giridhari has tradition in his yellow dress of course
But this is the color she chooses for herself
Yellow is like lightening to reveal his hidden nature
blue cause it reminds her of Krsna’s own wealth
and this is the shade she chooses for herself
Leis of roses fine as any cintamani stone
Worn by the divine trio they become even more than if they are alone
Gurudeva says this is the color she chooses for herself
Murka and I are going to the highway along to see who we didn’t see yesterday. Very strange this human species. There seem to be plenty of them to talk to today Murka is just having a wonderful. Back to pedaling and it’s dodging the construction by taking all kinds of streets off the side of the side streets being careful not to careen off any into any ditches. Wow. Some how the he and I make the point of the hook where a guy on a lawn mower engine goes by. I told you they are a strange species. The harbor has the boats in since it’s late and the season is drawing to a close. Further along is the natasala where people are lined up for the show, it’s a dynamo I have to take leave there to help with the new shop and all. He goes on to the pedaler’s ramp to see the bear. That’s in the danger zone where all the construction is happening. Good luck! There’s a tandem coming the wrong direction almost forcing Murka into the line of beasts. A slower pedaler is in front for a minute till he overtakes him. The light turns red and he just about catches up but the green comes and Murka maintains his lead. The campa hatti is on the left and Murka takes the frontage road to add more distance and dodge more construction. The burned bank has a tarp on top. There’s a guy pedaling along sing a song out loud Murka smiles. There’s the big street and he goes straight to the main street. There the ratha-bhojana-vrksa shouts out and Murka follows. He folds his palms and the kalarupa takes charge to light the way in case anyone wants to shout out about that. The bunnies are there cheering the end of the day.
Pralad-a-dad from the Nrsimhacaturadasi collection nightdresses are a favorite for that day since Nrsimhadeva appeared at the twilight Thakuras wanted to stay just a little longer this evening and the deer are out in the garden with their eyes shinning in the light. Lying down for only a moment