From our very first contact
His message rang so true
On his call Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari
Came down to invite us to take our part in the service world
Then we offered ourselves in slavery
When we hear him on the morning walk
Saying beautiful things
That the sadhus sang to me
Amazingly his heart beams into mine
Remembering the day
That he invited the Thakuras to come down
With leis of free spirit roses
That the makers collected in the brahma muhurta
Quick got to be back for the installation party. So it’s to the southland where a few friends are talking about it already. The lion’s park is full of school kids talking shop. Over the snob hill Murkha and I are still sprinting like the yamaduttas are over the left shoulder. All long the beach sufferers are in view changing to or fro. The tennis park is on the right as usual when Murkha and I break for the natasala. At the shop I have to take leave but Murkha goes on to the bear. Under the first highway he hears the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where he folds his palms and accepts the challenge of the kalarupa they are wheel-to-wheel all the way up the long and winding until the corporate raider’s. There Murkha puts on the kick and dusts the kalarupa to be greeted by a smiling Vijaya.
OPT takes charge in dressing them in their baby blue. Yeah there are names for the holy tirthas of the world and in Bengal all the mandirs seem to be painted baby blue. No stealth pins this evening. It takes two baskets to handle all the flowers on the altar as they enjoy their night pastimes.
With your eyes on the darsana of Sue ‘Nila Vasana
You’ll get samsara’s wheel
On the express train to Goloka
We will get there in seemingly no time
In Goloka we’ll become absorbed in divine love
Leis of roses so fine they’re like jewelry
Roses showing their full face glittering and sparkling so bright
Pedaling to the southland where young pedalers on three wheeled recumbents cheer on Murkha and I out of the southland over the first highway past the clank of the aluminum bat. At the go light the whalers are singing and dancing in detail. Posting a bill against a sign I take my leave at the shop while Murkha carries on to the redone road between the lakes. Coming to the windmill there is a family spreading across the pedaling lane so Murkha has to swing in front of the beasts they snarl. Along the way of the beach sufferers are walking away as the sun begins to sink. There is one with his board on his rig and a pair of mountain men looking for a hill. On to the big street to the main street the long and winding brings him to bow before the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. The kalarupa is rising to the challenge to make the sandhya on time. Greeted by smiling pansies Murkha whisks them in to where the ceremony is about to begin.
on a horse of a different color babaji enters Marakata mani puri talking like a pirate about how the Thakuras are dancing the night away.