Deities wearing black, blue and pink
There’s a trace of the new moon in the colors
Leis of roses, lilies and sumanas flowers
Each one with individual character
They dance when they walk
LIVE in the arena of pure consciousness
Birthday of Gadadhara pandit
Remember his pastimes with Mahaprabhu
Mountain climber made a fire
For the istagosti
Feeling of frost still hangs in the April air
Murkha and I pedal to the near cafe
If the satellite connection breaks it won’t be there
Back to the village on the snob hill
Whill the sufferers had went somewhere else
Where the ducks and geese spread their wings
I took my leave at the shop near the natasala
While Murkha went into the metaphoric bookstore
Sandalwood oil and super hit incense
A crystal bell for the arati
To the pedaler’s ramp and saying “hey” to the bear the wharf road takes him to the long and winding with the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa folding his palms while the kalarupa drags him to the asrama to be greeted by the flower deck
O deer dough have you seen Krsna? Ask the highest devotees. Green and silver for this evening Mahaprabhu with a different belt and Giridhari a new peacock feather Gandharvika has new decorations in her hair. They’re set to enjoy like anything and do it all night long.
Walking through Jarikanda mahaprabhu came upon two parrots who talked like magic
Oh the wonderful things that they said
While they sat on Mahaprabhu’s hand
then on Janmastami when the curtain opened for all to see
the parrots had appeared as in “hymn 43”
leis of hyacinth let the fragrance nest
take the mind from all the rest
sprinting today down th e long an winding to the southland where to visit with near friends. Going through the grha bazaar with the lion’s park on the right take the snob hill to the beach. There are sufferers between the lakes getting ready for a wave. At the natasala I take my leave leaving Murkha to the treacherous triangle and the whalers. The clank of the aluminum bat field takes him on to the dvitya campa hatti. The long and winding brings him to the ratha-bhojana-vbksa where he folds his palms and chases the kalarupa all the way to the sandhya who greets him with arms held high
it’s a miracle Mom! The nightdress of purple and fuchsia with gold filigree with the boarders of Giridari’s coat and Gandharvika’s veil flowing together as they swirl through the night.