Local’s say today is dark moon
But the pundits say not so soon
Nimai warns, “don’t listen to the gramya croon”
Only care for the sadhu’s tune
Sri Guru-Gauranga and Gandharvika-Giridhari
Are dancing! Quick come see!
Dressed in their yellow bumblebee
Mums, roses, sumanas and more
Making these leis was a loving chore
Spinning the long and winding yarn over the main street to the pretend space all are places where the super soul is found. Next Murkha and I visit Mahamuni’s post box. The lion’s park and campa hatti are the next sights for pedaler’s eyes. Into the village and along the beach Murkha and I are laughing as the day lengthens. Between the lakes to the tennis park where I have to take leave. He goes on to the toad road and beyond to the basketball park. the pitch is on the right and the stars are beginning to appear the wharf road takes him to the main street. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls out to all it’s time for the sandhya and Murkha sprints to meet the kalarupa who tags along to the asrama where the peach profit offers a hug on his return.
Bhakta Blade rushes Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari into their “Prahlad-a-dad” nightdress. Alas he forgot srimati Gandharvika’s nose ring and left it for Murkha to add. And even though there are alternating panels in Srimati Gandharvika’s skirt he managed to get only one kind to all stay together so there isn’t a different kind to be seen.