When gurudeva looks at us all he sees the spark there that’s smoldering and the thakuras are wearing “follow the angels”
He’s come to teach all how to water the creeper of divine love
Come break maya’s control over us, come to free us too
Look at the world and see that it’s suffering
Today the thakuras are dressed in “follow the angels”
Every mistake is a pillar of success
From immemorial time we’ve been diverted,
our consciousness perverted
but With his clarion call bringing us for service of sri guru-
Gauranga gandharvika-Giridhari with leis of roses, petals, daffy dills and lilies that take the center stage
His prescription even the hardest must be converted
A sprint to the navapatra fragment considers revising. Murkha and I are on safari to the highway. The sun makes it almost impossible to see who is speaking but somehow it happens. Leaving the highway Murkha and I pedal along the coast where the sufferers are in constant view. Turning to the harbor where the boats are out at the shop I take leave and Murkha goes on to the reviewing stand. Through the treacherous triangle down the pedaler’s ramp saying hey to the bear another fragment to consider revising. Pedaling along to the wharf road under the first highway the ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls out and the kalarupa is there after Murkha has folded his palms to respect the vrksa and race back for the sandhya. the buttercarya is at the door with ghee in hand.
In the ninth the nightdress that was made for Guru Maharaja’s appearance day, the ninth day of the waxing moon of kartik. Red blue and a little green are arranged in this dress for dancing all night long.