The truth is here
We seek it there
But like a serpent
It moves in a zigzag line
We need a captain
That can show where to find
To plug in as with the electric
Otherwise it will be too hectic
We must become dedicated followers
Of the captain
Hyacinths of purple and yellow
jonquils yellow with orchids mellow
Leis that are light
while the thakuras pirouette they’ll take flight
murkha and I are on the way to the stars of aruna
where tiny bears are telling stories. Returning along the main street many are pedaling some with people one with a pet some on plug in cycles and others on skates. I take leave at the shop but Murkha needs carry on to the sandhya. taking the pedaler’s ramp and nodding to the bear Murkha goes to the wharf road. the ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls out and Murkha folds his palms. The kalarupa helps him along the way. At the asrama the kernel of divine love greets him with hands held high “Gaura Hari bol”
some times outfits come together so fast it seems like no time. This dark and light purple with Giridhari’s sliver lame pants manifest for nandotsava and S.p.’s birthday like a miracle.