To get there may not take much time
‘cause the world is in the mind
you just have to change your consciousness
Taking darsana of Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari in this magic watercolor featuring dragonflies that steal your heart, transport you to highest awareness
Sumanas flowers and mums have the leis dancing around their dark and fair forms reflecting surya’s brilliance in each flower.
The ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls me out to beat the rain today. Starting in the southland and making the left to the parking lot to join with the gecko and cruiser king the toffee nose hiding in the bushes jumps out, tossing his flag high in the air calls aloud “Fragment!” Without so much as raising an eyebrow we pedal on to the tennis park. The harbor beckons and we pedal by with it on our left. The natasala is hosting a band today and people are lined up to hear. Jumping off at their shops, the gecko and cruiser king, leave me to make it through the triangle on my own. I go on to the pedaler’s ramp and cross over Saint Dagwood’s creek. The bear waves as I break into a heavy sprint to get to the wharf road and head to the long and winding in time to respect the tree and shake the hand of the sandhya who smiles as I make it on time.
Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are ready for resting this evening in the golden soft bed outfit. Yellow satin with gold web forming Giridhari’s belt and the accent to Gandharvika’s veil even here the toffee nose is complaining. They ignore him like the gecko; cruiser king and I all did earlier this afternoon.
May 25,2008
When the lion is in the time of birth
And in the jotis cakra appears the simha
A blue ribbon personality has appeared
And the Lord’s loving search has begun.
These are the words of the astrologer
Who made Mahaprabhu’s chart.
Giridhari has a patka again and Gandharvika has the red panels with gold trim
Sumanas leis with rose centers light and not too big around.
From the asrama to the southland a questionable left onto the main road to meet the gecko once again with folded palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa on the way. Due to the conjunction of Sunday and the holiday many of the usual beasts have taken the day off. We speed along to the tennis park. A match is going on there featuring one of the vamya hasta sanga. Between the lakes where few people are due to the chill and the overcast sky. The windmill is spinning in the breeze as we turn to the east cliff. “Sand on the roadway” a sign, says and sure enough the pedaler’s lane is covered. The light beast count allows us to drift into their usual lanes without hearing their cries. In the opposite direction a fleet of pink cruisers gives us the “hi sign”. Further on the pedaler’s lane is again blocked by people and their dogs and again we slide into the beast’s lane. Swinging around the bend the soccer pitch comes into view. A team in training is too intensely absorbed to notice our own sprint to beat the go light. The toad joins us now and we form our own pace line to the harbor. The road to the natasala is empty too. “Hail the day” we exclaim. A lone pedaler headed for the harbor grins to hear us and pumps his arm in the air. Around the shopper’s corner and with the school on our right we break into a full sprint the gecko takes the lead. Through the triangle to the station of the radicals taking that right we continue our chase to the railroad track by now the toad has taken the first place. He shows the way around the corner to the public radio. We pass the honky-tonks and bars finding our way to the opal cliff. A few hearty sufferers are there on the white caps. The wharf road finds us slowing our pace a bit. I take their leave when we get to the long and winding and bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. A leprechaun shouts, “Get a horse!” as he passes me. Later he welcomes me to the asrama and corrects himself “I should have said ‘get a horse prabhu!’” then he chuckles and plays a tune on his penny whistle.
And in the ninth Srila Guru Maharaja appears and Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari were offered this nightdress. A clear night for them to engage in their pastimes with joy.

Look what the Deities are wearing today! An outfit whose name might make you grin
Aruna har posse rides again
From the beginning one of their favorite combinations
till it took a long vacation.
Bhakta Blade took the reigns today
He dressed them came to ask, “Should I openate the curtain?”
Seeing them i told him I'm too much a mother “You're not going out like that!”
“Yeah, you might have to rearrange the hair, I can't keep it right when I put Their leis on”
The fluffy carnations do sometimes make it a mess.
With some help they were dressed to thrill
And for today that was the drill
The Aruna har posse rides again.
Then in the top of the morning the ratha-bhojana-vrksa called me out to help chase the fog and chill out to the sea.
Around the school park a penalty flag flew
Unnecessary use of the horn a seasoned citizen went through. At the octagon coming up next to the window carji moved up and staying level with the window another move but again drawing level. Around the left turn onto the snob hill the seasoned one stayed back enough to make the next turn without such help. The village and the wharf to the cross the toad road then left there to the frontage road along with a few friendly fragments. Back to the big road to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and the madhyakalika service, which was, ruled a fragment by the toffee nosed grammarian. Back again to tell King Midas who laughed and sent me on to see the gecko who waved a wrench to warn against it. Then back around the ramp to the florist. The lot led to the back road and then the main one. The tree shouts for joy to see that the vaikalika will be on time too.
From one angle it's orange but from the opposite side it's green. Neither the day nor the night, inside or out, not with a weapon all the benedictions were in tact. The lotus nails did him in and this was offered on that day tonight they dance all night with this outfit on.
Thursday February 14, 2008
Gandharvika with her carved ivory flowers round her neck is Giridhari's perfect servitor and the pujaris know she's always on time. His finest potency she's so very very fine.
Sure sign of the springtime is that everybody from SP, the Gurus on the altar both the tall and the small have leis of narcissus. Pale green with purple ribbon on Gandharvika's sari, Giridhari's coat and Mahaprabhu's cuffs of course old toffee nose throws her flag on this sentence.
Ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls me out again. Around the southland continuing on the main road past the famous post box and the school park toffee nose is up to her old tricks and flagging this sentence too. The snobby hill rises to descend into the village laughing as I'm passing along the opal cliff. The skull and cross bones flies again over the windmill. Between the lakes where the sufferers are out again cars slow as they cross over. The public radio and the redone road lead me on to where the stars can be viewed and Dhanvantari's power declare. Follow the guiding light I return to where the gecko is too busy to notice my wave. I round the shopper's corner but since the Cruiser King and the gecko aren't there the triangle catches me and doubles me round the harbor and the tennis park before I know it I find myself at the Cruiser King's reviewing stand again. This time I've gotten the talisman of the gecko and the triangle releases me. Taking the new pedaler's ramp over Saint Dagwood's river to the toad road. The toad hands me a water bottle and pats me on the back to say you've got 'em all just don't let up. The long and winding and I bow to the tree that also sends me up to the sandhya, stealthily I sing along.
That Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari have kept me at all is a miracle mom and that's the dress they wear this evening as they slip into the bed decorated with divya aromatic flowers as they happily take their rest.