Hari bol Prabhu, lets talk about the parikrama around the land
We’re on parikrama around the Deities’ land hoping the hari nama will penetrate deep in my brain, even deeper than the rut caused by today’s rain
At the end we go in for darsana and see the Deities dressed in an outfit embroidered with so many peacock feathers it’s almost like a sikkhipicca camara fan. One of the ladies in a brightly printed sari comes up to the altar fence and remembers “there was so much glue on this dress we had to wash it all off while we ironed it dry it nearly burst into flames” before Om Paramahamsa Thakura and I could remember if it was offered on Janmastami or Nrsimha Caturdasi they had pulled away for a nama hatta at the base of Treasure Island.
And we were left to look at the leis and see they had petals and roses with hanging flowers in the middle with mums and even a few leaves
How great is it when “everyone’s best friend” gives the chance to see him playing his flute and engage in his service?
To the main street Murka and I have a long talk with friends in the southland. Between the drops there is a party in the village. The beach is empty ‘cause of the lack of space between the drops. Around the harbor the boats are tethered so at the shop I take my leave and let Murka sail around the corner to the reviewing stand that is idle the treacherous triangle is practically impossible to get through. By the time he gets through Murka has to kick it to make it for the sandhya. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees him fold his palms and picking up the kalarupa to give him support to the welcoming committee of the pompous grass.
Learn to play the karatalas and express the devotion I feel offer kesarkeela khir for them to drink all night long it’s a world of names and this nightdress has one too, they call East Bengal the Radhadesa, this one’s baby blue.
Look at that now
under cover right there hiding parrots
printed on the chodder and saris
things that tiptoe in there right in front of you
that sneaky seamstress
just see how
they can’t remain a secret now
they’ve worked their way into your head
spreading happiness all around
leis of sumanas flowers, daises, and roses
even sri venu has one today as Giridhari’s tickles his toes
from the asrama to the wild of the hills. It’s said that atop gupta Govardhana there are pedalers that can see the sunshine even on the cloudiest of days. That all them are able to pedal at the speed of the mind and that the clock is always on their side. No beasts are allowed on gupta Govardhana and the sun never sets there. No one doesn’t pedal and all are on rivendell cycles. The burfy is made from full cream and parama anna is mango. Coming down from gupta Govardhana the ratha-bhojana-vrksa smiles and nods as we bow and the kalarupa wonders how it is that murka will make it for the sandhya.
now that the time has come for the Deities to begin their evening pastimes babaji maharaja enters into marakata mani puri talking like a pirate. Hi diddlee dee hot pink and emerald to see….