Yogis seek the truth within
Others seek him without
In Vrndavana and Navadvipa
Once he’s a cowherd boy
Then a Brahmin scholar
Just let us be a dedicated follower of his servants
From Mahaprabhu’s chodder
To Giridhari’s coat
It’s on Gandarvika’s skirt
That zigzag line of truth
Purple and electric green
Moving like a serpent do
Chasing Gurudeva will be enough
To make peace with everyone
Tasting the scent of hyacinth, roses, orchid leis
Makes all pray
That Gurudeva will have a part for us in his mission play
The sun is out the sky is blue what else could there be to do Than take off to meet up the near friends and talk and laugh with them? From the lion’s park over the snob hill along the beach the sufferers have gone home due to the chill but Murkha and I are out and heading between the lakes. I take leave at the harbor once again leaving him to the toad road. He keeps the pitch on the right all the way to the wharf road. the main street takes him to the long and winding to bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and chase the kalarupa to the sandhya. A limb has fallen on the path to greet him at the asrama a coyote eyes him for a moment and then moves along.
A lion on the chase from the nrsimha caturdasi as with the zigzag line of truth, it’s green and purple but with more purple than green. a deeper shade of green too. Om paramahamsa thakura helps them into the dress giving Srimati Gandharvika a belt of a “sporting choice” and then takes off into the night.