Oh if it’s ekadasi and the mood is blue
Why not offer a new mukut or two?
In this dress there are colors every where
Each color of the rainbow is there
In another room listen to see how rare
Noticing the new mukuts adorning the thakura’s hair
Leis of flowers from the land
Daffy dills, calla lilies and daisies
Mixed with petals from an outside hand
Smooth light and lacy
Murkha and I head down to the spacey highway and hear the worst of the worst. Folks are talking about it there is crying, hugging and the whole host of support activities. I take my leave to the shop and hearing the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa gets murkha to fold his palms and chase the kaoarupa to the sandhya greeted by one coming down fast but still doesn’t break him.
Deep within the far off jungle sees the thakuras in a happy state of mind welcoming back one of their own into the divine service relam.