Though seated on a big asana
Follow the angels that come
To teach you how you must change
Ego is the reason for staying away so long
But Gurudeva brings the key
Rose petal leis are lovely when you’ve got the time
Follow the angels back home
In the southland there is the king of dancers and the queen of Vrndavana they speak of life and the path of the cruisers. In the lion’s park the sprinklers are on so no one is there. The beasts are trying to block the pedalers by stopping on an angle but Murkha and I cross the lane ignoring their taunts. Through the village to the navapatra and the wharf road under the first highway to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa’s call where the kalarupa takes Murkha to the sandhya being greeted by some hares
The students wear orange and in this outfit Giridhari wears orange so “Krsna is a brahmacari”. But in an action that is an apparent contradiction they dance all night long.
It must be just about time for arati
A torchbearer said to the pujari
the devotees have gathered for celebration why must they wait?
“well I’ve dressed the deities I’m ready “ the pujari spoke
“but you are waiting and punctuality is important, that’s no joke. Still the teacher called and asked me to wait even though the hour is getting late”
at the door of the natha mandir devotees kept the view noting each one who came and went barefoot servants too out side the wind began to howl knocked Srimati Gandharvika’s mukut and effulgence off, causing all to turn frowns upside down
leis were in a rush of roses, petals and gerbera daisies
in the southland near friends are waiting for the two pedalers to approach. They all begin speaking at once in an excited voice. Murkha and I take time to cross the main street through the car park over the first highway. The whalers are giving some the works. Through the treacherous triangle down through Saint Dagwood’s park another patra is on the corner as Murkha and I pass taking the next block to see the physicist.
Taking one of the tour streets Murkha and I remember the luminaries who pedaled this path. At the corner I take leave as Murhka salutes the king and goes past the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot to the redone road. Keeping the tennis park on the right back to the dvitiya campa hatti over the first highway turning to avoid the beasts. the long and winding has the ratha-bhojana-vrksa calling and the kalarupa encouraging Murkha since his mind and body have almost given out due to the heat. At the sandhya you ain’t seen anything like the one who greeted him this evening.
With the warm night coming on the Thakuras slip into their “deep within the far off jungle” nightdress. A white outfit that is well suited for enjoying like anything
Mahduvrata
It’s the amavasya and the Thakuras wear yellow and black
Honey bees on Srimati Gandharvika’s sari, stars front and back
Of Giridhari’s dhoti, flowers on Mahaprabhu’s belt
The image makes devotees hearts melt
A tag team creates the leis
Petals imaginatively combine for Mahaprabhu
Giridhari’s is (ha ha) “uber long” snap dragons with drops of dew
For Gandharvika with a fragile lily center
Quickly murkha and I are lured to the southland where pictures are the oil of conversation. The lion’s park is dry with a few people are laughing. Campa hatti directs Murkha and I to the left through the village. The beach goes on forever leading on the the wharf road under the first highway as the ratha-bhojana-vrksa issues it’s clarion call. I take leave while murkha bows his head and tries to catch the kalarupa. About the mrga house he’s got him and won’t look back until Vijaya greets him for the sandhya.
Hiranya Kasipu soft yellow silk super comfortable for rest and gold for the flash they take rest getting up to dance after only a moment