Is it Hanging in mid air?
A halo of peacock feathers over the Deities
Plumes encased in jari there in the thakura vari
Or suspended from “invisible” wires
Safely above the mukuts
Peacock eyes watch peacocks dancing
So many flowers in Mahaprabhu’s lei
Gandharvika-Giridhari must have wanted it that way
Sprinting the long and winding to Main Street. Right over the first highway passing the dvitiya campa . The whalers are out paying attention to detail. Going through the treacherous triangle keeping the post office on the right. Circling around to the shop where I take my leave. Murkha goes on to the peadler’s ramp on the way to the wharf road. under the first highway to the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa bowing there the kalarupa take him up to the asrama where the sugmeister general greets him
Back once again to where the radhadesa is where the Ganges doesn’t flow. It’s Monday so the Thakuras are dancing waiting for the mangal arati to begin the day again.