Reading a book of Bengali poetry
From the renaissance century
Each of the verses demonstrated the inner wealth of the soul
Their explanations ring so true
this day when the Thakuras are dressed in beautiful blue
those famous five brothers
were afraid their lives might make a devotees life look to rough
cheated in a dice game, living incognito
all those years show it can be tough
this day when the Thakuras are dressed in beautiful blue
leis of full roses and sumanas flowers
light so they easily sway as the thakuras dance for hours
crossing over the main street only a couple of friends wait there. Through the lion’s park and up the campa hatti hill in route to the navapatra puspam phalam for the offerings where the fixed gear freaks are common here. Circling the pitch while there is a game that appears to be important back by the beach where the sufferers are trying to keep warm. The natasala is dark until the weekend. I take leave there while Murka takes the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot street to the redone road left back to the main street over the first highway. The beasts are making it difficult to answer the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa but with the move of a messenger he folds his palms in compliance to SGM’s request. Kalarupa takes me for the sandya and the deer are there to greet me.
Om paramahamsa thakura dresses them tonight. The two of us are finished about the same time. Gandharvika’s hair is a little are tricky heavy in the back but he pulls through without a hitch for the horse of a different color that the devotees are riding into the marakata mani puri while talking like pirates!