Seva’s the zenith of our aspiration
Bow your silk turban at the feet of the lord
Then we can enter the land of dedication
Where everything is so high we must walk on our heads
White waistcoat with blue dhoti and peacock effulgence
This is a turban that shows it’s true value
Roses, petals, leaves and a couple of buds in the leis
Flowers blooming in the earliest springtime days
On the highway is someone talking of a young and an old priest. A vyjanti mala wala comes to the edge but cannot enter. Through the village where a team is tuning up for a shot in a tour the beach is where the sufferers are changing on this windy day. Boats in the harbor are tethered due to the waves. Across from a metaphysical book store the shop awaits so I take my leave. Murkha rounds the corner past the king to the ramp along to the pitch which is still closed then to the main street the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa brings him to bow his head and chase the kalarupa. Met by Vijaya in the middle of the path.
Pralahad a dad this evening matching earrings temperature has risen enough to invite all night dancing.. Bhakta blade is out so I’m on my own . panel skirt, vest and cummerbund make this nightdress unique as dresses go. They’re enjoying like anything.