Have you heard from Gurudeva?
Srimati Gandharvika’s representative teaching divine love to the entire world
Going to the asrama
Waiting for the curtain to open for a darsana that can take us from this lonesome world
Too bad my mind tries to drag me down
Tears of separation burning me way down in my soul
Hear the kirtan party coming
Most difficult leis to make are the ones of petals these have petals, whole roses and some fun purple flowers that are like some kind of rose also.
All the way to the navapatra to join the highway lots of Deity pictures and tales of outfit names. On through the campa hatti and the village the grey sky has kept some away but the harder core are out there suffering. Hardy cruisers are watching them from the jagged edge of the paths. But Murkha and I have never gotten off on that so it’s on to the windmill. Round the bend between the lakes where the geese have tucked their heads under their wings. The harbor sees some boats are out and the natasala has a show in session. I take my leave as the shop comes up on the right. Around the corner Murkha passes the reviewing stand. The King has long gone home. Through the treacherous triangle Murkha sneaks along to the light of the setting sun taking the pedaler’s ramp passing the bear and the jpurna ana hatta. On the right and left. The wharf road appears ahead waiting to take him along to the main street. Answering the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa to fold his palms and pull the kalarupa to the sandhya. Mahamuni is the welcomer today.
Just a touch of Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari kills our desires for activity in the world away from the service of Srila Guru Maharaja. After they’re dressed in the creamy red Chinese silk they happily enjoy their pastimes.
Chanting some japa in the natha mandir
Are the colors for the new outfit ready to go?
One of the kids say “what about orange, red and yellow?”
Yes! That sounds nice and mellow
Seva asrama at Janmastami time where the festival goes on all night long to celebrate the two days most sublime
Those are the colors you’ll use I know
Cause there’s free thought flowing through the air
And the suggestion shows that someone cares
Season of spring makes the flowers for leis
Roses, petals, lilies brought in before they get beat down by the rain
Seamstress wonders when Murkha will give the name
‘cause he never gets tired of playing the game
the rain seems unstoppable. Murkha and I pedal to the feet of a sadhu to hear him speak of people, why the laugh why they cry how they live and how they die. Campa hatti to the village where the drops are creating concentric circles on the bay it’s getting harder to describe sufferers to the fixed gear gang. The natasala is dark today so it’s around the corner to the cruiser king’s. at the shop I take my leave and Murkha goes on to the redone road where the tennis park is on the right. Toad road takes him to the navapatra where a leis maker is taking mahapuspes. The wharf road takes him under the first highway. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees him fold his palms and challenge the kalarupa to the sandya. Out from under his blanket Vijaya greets him.
Baby blue is the outfit this evening and with the rain comes a little warmer night but still the chodders are there in case by mangala time there has been a change in the weather. Considering all things they still enjoy without limit.