You know that I would be lying
Not even close to the truth
If I were to tell you that cleverness had no limit
sitting with friends tell stories of previous night and sighing
hearing activities there one hesitates and bows her head
Giridhari quickly seizes the time
to draw dolphins engaged in water sport in a vraja minute
finding cleverness’ outer limit
leis of roses, stock and lily like flowers
the first two with the staying power
lilies lacked couldn’t hang till thakura went to bed
first stop is the highway to talk to friends and a janmadina offering. A guy with the bear of the state on his helmet goes by on his fixed gear. a couple of cruisers are ahead but Murka and I are able to overtake on the point of the hook. Along the beach where the only people on the sand are making bon fires if they can find enough dry wood. The sunny cove is empty. The harbor has the boats tied down. The natasala is ready for the first show of the night with people waiting all the way to the mural of the skateboarders. At the shop I take leave and he continues around to the reviewing stand where the King himself is in attendance. The treacherous triangle is just that today with shoppers all determined to go at once. The ramp eases him down to the school light. All along the road to the navapatra for ghee wick material. With the pitch on the right where a furious game is going on Murka takes the left on to the wharf road under the first highway and up to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where he folds his palms the kalarupa makes sure his lights are in place and then chases after Murka all the way to the sandhya. A trio of southpaws in the kitchen greets him.
The lotus nails is the nightdress tonight. Without Om Paramahamsa Thakura to stoke up the fire the chodders are back. They dress quickly and begin to dance and dance for the rest of the night.
As two sadhus sit to discuss spiritual truth in Bengali
one turn to the other and in English says, “Die to live”
when disciples are ask Gurudeva what it takes to get free
his answer is simple “die to live”
students standing in darkness, eyes shut tight Guru Maharaja whispers words to make them see
“die to live”
playing scrabble when the words get pushed together cook reads
and asks what is a “diet olive?”
roses, petals, leaves and daisies mixed into leis so tastefully
for the name of this outfit is “diet olive”
to the shopping precinct from the main street for fruit and such things. A rig with disc brakes has such a hub on it hard to believe. In the afternoon sun people are in shirtsleeves and shorts. Sufferers are returning to the beaches. At the point of the hook the cruisers are in force still Murka and I are able to navigate through them all and come out on the harbor side. The natasala is off tonight but I still have to take leave at the shop and leave Murka to the treacherous triangle full of beasts and something that seems on the level of tyrannosaurus belching black smoke sure to do wonders for your lungs. The bear smiles as he goes by on the way to the wharf road under the first highway to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa bowing and chasing the kalarupa all the way to the sandhya to be greeted by a sagarethan.
A lion on the chase is the nightdress. Yessssireeesir another Nrsimhacaturdasi offering Gandharvika is topped with a chodder from the non-Russian collection ‘cause the color goes better with the dress another quick dressing night so they can dance the night away.