Godhead is light, light defeats the night
neiscience is darkness, at times darkness defeats light
To escape maya's grip trying to run and hide and breaking through
on the other side are amazing Technicolors, and there is Giridhari
Swirling and dancing and his chodder is floating in the air floating to please with so many Technicolors as if waking up from a bad dream he awaits with his gentle smiling face ever inviting to join his associates in their eternal serving mode.
Thin and light petal leis today of roses and a few leaves.
The sunshine and the ratha-bhojana-vrksa called out the pedalers
offering respect as they saw fit they passed by the rest of the long and winding.
The main road is once again almost empty of car traffic here on this last day of the year. Through the hospital parking lot to the city formed in circuits. Then the vaikalika called me back but then the tree again cried "pedal" out among the folks the fruit market and the opal cliff lead me on to the point of the hook. Along to see the windmill and the public radio. The gecko wears a party hat and plays a kazoo. The west side triangle momentarily catches me and the cars surround me but then one stops to make an opening just enough for me to break free. the harbor welcomes me too and then the toad road takes me around the basketball park. On to the bear's house and the soccer pitch. Circling around and going along the way of clear chanting of the holy name and crossing saint Dagwood's river to take the hospital curve. Then the arteak store, the bridge over the west bound highway where King Midas lays himself down, the long and winding takes me to the left and the tree once again has brought me safely back even though it has been under the lights.
They light firecrackers all night long and scare the dogs out of seven years growth but the Deities are wearing their baby blue dress to see in the new year.

The smooth dancing actor in his yellow dhoti, kirta and chodder with so many mirrors that shine before the folks like a thousand suns rising up into the sky let them all understand that they’re the ones on the stage and he’s the only person sitting in the audience. For it was Guru Maharaja who taught us that he’s the subject and we are his objects. Gandharvika has all purple while Mahaprabhu combines the two yellow kirta and purple dhoti too. Each has multi mirrors in which they observe the face of everyone.
Petal leis with leaves and whole roses in the dress’ colors to round the picture of the closed circle of home
As I go pedaling there comes a tree those who travel this road know well. Offer respects and surely your safe passage are assured. The rest of the long and winding is quiet. Only a car or two go by and none of them lag behind or pass to close. The main road is almost empty. Only a few are out and about the bank of suggestive name allows me to pedal through its parking lot and around to the heliport. A helicopter is hover above. Crossing the bridge over the west bound highway there is Midas then one of the folks is purchasing flowers. She may feel as if she’s being seen and she is anyway as I pedal by. Then around the hospital curve and over saint Dagwood’s creek. Turning off to the street of the tennis park. Around the twins and the sunny cove. The east cliff is quiet except for joggers and worshipers. The next left has more joggers and patrons of the market of movie character. Then circumambulate the fruit market and the soccer pitch. Back to the basketball park up that rise and on to the toad’s place. He also winks a smile as I pass. On to the redone road where I see another pedaler who has loaded up with all he has. The theater comes up next. Yesterday a performance of the magical mystery tour was there and the sign still announces it. The gecko has gone for the days so I circle his shop and go on to avoid the west side triangle. Back to the astanga yoga institute taking a right there to cross through the alley of the Chinese restaurant. The bell rings and so I sprint to the sandhya service stopping only to bring out the light. A little early but to please the drivers of the beast l light out for the long and winding and to once again thank the tree for watching over me.
The nightdress for this evening was offered on Nrsinghacaturdasi once upon a year. “When chanting Hare Krsna you must know you are touching Krsna with your tongue then you can get the same benefit as Pralad Maharaja” Srila Prabhupada once told the devotees that. This dress has the rich red Chinese silk and the creamy white of milk reminiscent of a song in the play where I first heard the Hare Krsna mantra. Now dressed in that way Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari happily take rest

Rich silk creamy beige with flowers on the chodders, flowers on the veil, flowers all around, flowers up and down. It all began on nine years ago at Radhastami time. Two of the folks had given the cloth. The seamstress was waiting for the right time to make it into the offering and now the time had come, SGM was here Radhastami was here; the help was here so it all came together. Mahaprabhu’s orange kirta and sash, Giridhari’s chodder of the similar hue like the boarder on Gandharvika’s veil something to unite them all. The leis maker confessed, “I escaped during this one and so it’s not symmetrical I hope Mahaprabhu is merciful”
O ratha-bhojana-vrksa how you watch over all of us that travel this road not only in the sunshine plane but also in the days of rain. Then on to where the gecko wraps around the wheel and waves at all who pedal by on the way to the railroad bridge and the skateboarder’s arena. Bundled up like those from the east, they loop-de-loop and defy the ground. The giant takes leads on to Bhakta Blade’s bhajana kutir and to the natural bridge where only the sea lions look on. The marine museum is there waiting for the turn around to the boardwalk and the sufferer murti who wears a chodder of his own in this cold time on the beach. Passing the astanga yoga institute and making the right to the harbor on to the twins between them up to the windmill. The cove is waiting with a bon fire or two. The wharf road brings me back to the long and winding to thank the tree for another trip. The sandhya is waiting and I arrive before the tag.
Most blessed event this evening. They were off to their nighttime pastimes quickly tonight. Chodders in spite of the warmer night with the rain and fog they may take a walk outside.

I had a dream last night what an unusual dream it was
Unusual because though someone was dancing along with his singing, he became so ecstatic he fell to the ground
And when I saw that I felt I had to cover his body with my own so he wouldn’t feel the pain.
One wearing blue and the other in yellow and when they combine the singer had wore green.
Leis of petals, whole roses, and leaves all folded neatly and drawn together in artistic patterns fit for a transcendental hero.
The early afternoon before the chill sets in I pedaled along bowing past the tree. Right onto the main road and through the parking lot of the bank with suggestive name. Past the heliport and up the small hill back to the main road where Midas keeps watch further along down at the high school football field and up the next to the whaler. The post office is on the left. Turning there to get in position to visit with the gecko for a minute or so. He’s had a good holiday month and is always overjoyed to see the peddlers he sees each day keep pedaling day after day. One of the folks sees and says I caught you cruising along today. You must have been singing. I return for the vaikalika. Then off again to the fruit market where the smell of fresh lemons, pears and limes is in the air. That last sentence is not a fragment I refuse to “consider revising” buy some things for the offering I set myself toward the asrama. At the shopping center the cars are trying to enter the freeway but stop to allow me to pass by the entrance and I salute them as I pass. On the long and winding I thank the tree for both a fun and safe session of pedaling and get back for the sandhya service.
The rain is still coming. The far off jungle is deep within the altar again this evening. The white with flowers embroidered and green chodders, belts and trim make a soft and comfortable night dress.

In days when i was young Gurudeva taught me what it means to be the pujari
years have gone by and now i do those things as best i can
punctuality and cleanliness were at the top of the list.
On time off time you know i've been both
But Gandharvika, the topmost pujari is always there with bells on.
Though Mahaprabhu's green pants and kirta are dark green, Gandharvika and Giridhari have light green with a hint of purple. Subdude for sure. There is another bright green with purple. Which was first i can't remember is it tomorrow or just the end of time? What ever it is that worshiper put a spell on me.
May the tree watch over me and let me pedal all the days of my life. Around the research park to the wharf road. One pedaler has a light tapped to his helmet and a ski mask on. Few sufferers on the opal cliff due to the chill. The windmill has the amsterdam pedaling shop sign still up. The redone road leads me on over to the theater and the gecko. He's resting a little now. The west side triangle almost devours me but i manage to slip by. On to the toad road where i see some pealers going the opposite direction. "Bread and butter" "Bread and butter" are the vary words we say to describe our brief meeting. Back for the service and sing the "doxologer"
Just finish the seam and let Giridhari swirl around with his coat and chodder flying free under the stars in the sky on top of the bay. How did you get it done so fast? No matter they enjoy theri pastimes with full happiness.

All right this train wreck has seven hundred forty-nine entries, a lot of pictures, and some odd stories. Written for a little more than two years and not so many can understand a single word of it they just smile and nod. Shut up Murk! That's kind of like the name of today's outfit. "This is one of their best isn't it?" One of the folks asks. Giridhari has a coat, a velvet coat!" he went on. The leis maker brought them in and, as i put them on the Deities, said "They look so much better with leis! They should always have them on."
Well the ratha-bhojana-vrksa is standing to take our respect even today. i go by in a quick since Bhakta Blade has opted out for this evening i need to do my errands as fast as i can. Passing Midas i haven't seen any fellow pedalers. The cars are a little heavier than the past couple of days. The chill factor may be keeping pedalers at home. A there are a couple the just before the whaler. Rounding the turn i cross the creek and go down between the lakes. The windmill is serving but i'm not taking. The cove isn't sunny right now since it's late enough in the day that i have to bring out my light. i put on the tail light also so the cars will see me better. The east and opal cliffs are just visible due to the sunset. i've to pedal furiously to get back for the service so i go on to the wharf road and, dodging the construction site, i head onto the sidewalk. When i get down bend into the aerotuck sprinting all the way to sing the saraswat arati song. The tree cheers as i appear and fold my hands in obeisances
Oh deer dough on this chilly night have you seen Krsna? Then the deities answer by dancing all night long and jumping into their beds for a nice nap.

Once upon a time as SGM sat with his students. A light discussion was going on when he asked, “What is the difference between us and the greater society?” The students around the room gave their different opinions. None could satisfy. SGM gave his answer to his own question, they pay more attention to their dress. But brown kirta, waist coat, iridescent orange chodder and pleats, no this outfit isn't lacking a single thing. The seamstress may have over taken them with this vyasa puja offering. Jewelry offered by one who made it and one who bought other pieces. Leis are very special orange roses along with narcissus.
The sunny day beckons and after all the celebrations the pedalers offer respect to the sri tree and on into the near empty streets. Down to the hook and then past the public radio station. The redone road leads on to the theater. Everyone is somewhere else today letting their work take a holiday. The gecko has left a light or two on while he has found a different wheel to wrap around today. The shoppers have all gone and left only the school to cheer us pedalers along. The harbor is quiet today too. On to where the deer play and the coyotes yelp and then to bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and get on back to wake Guru-Gauranga-Gandharvika-Giridhari.
Riding on a horse of a different color, Vamsi dasa babaji enters Marakata Mani Puri, talking like a pirate. After the busy day they take their rest quickly. The chodders are back for the rest of the winter so dancing under the moon light 'till the spring or there abouts.

On this full moon day,December 24, this cowboy from Vrndavana wears a silk turban
A silk turban and royal blue dhoti
Take some gopi candan, put it on your forehead and go see him in the morning
By guru’s grace you’ll know it’s true value
Mahaprabhu and Gandharivka have orange and blue seed beads demonstrating the devotion of the seamstress and her lieutenants in making such a wonderful dress.
All along the long and winding hearing the sounds of the several speicies of small and furry animals. Of course there are respects to offer at the famous tree. Sprinting along to the main road and taking the right there where people stop to see pedalers in wind. Scarves flying along behind they slice through the December chill. Climb to see the whalers work small details. The gecko is happy that the hectic season has come to a close and joins in the peleton all the way back to the long and winding. As we offer our return respects to ratha-bhojana-vrksa he goes off on his separate way and I carry on back for the vaikalika.
They call east Bengal the Radha desa this one’s baby blue. The wind is dropping the temerature and again they’ll enjoy their pastimes all night long in the forest of the temple.

Slipping down the Vrdavana alley the man in the murti shop says “desire is measured in dollars, you can't have it your way without enough desire” No matter the pattern you made his memory will fade and only focus on the amount you paid.
Still when the lights go down and the curtain comes up on Janmastami night folks are simply amazed
The rich creamy white with the red chodders and skirt and veil bring out their cameras to put pictures in the mail. Today the backdrop adds extra pop. Petal leis are short and light enough to flow down from the top.
At the asrama it's cold, the tree offers some hope going by the temperature starts to rise. By the time I'd circled the point at the hook I felt the perspiration. Even though the gecko is giving it all he's got he still lifts his head long enough wink me a smile 'cause he knows how it will make me happy for such a long while. There are teams out training in the warm we exchange thumbs up near the harbor. Cars seem to have taken the day off so I'm surprised when two or four pull into the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. On the main road I fall into the peleton and my pace increases. Fortunate since the sun is going down and the sandhya is waiting for me. As I come back onto the long and winding the ratha-bhojana-vrksa is waving me home like a frantic third base coach. I go up along the “back” way and easily beat the tag.
In the ninth this evening's outfit. The folks turned the temple into a forest. Haha, taking leaves and branches binding them together to form what they called trees. Perhaps Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari will venture out this evening to survey their work and dance all night long.

Walking in southeast London one day I read a sign about a mighty sailing ship
This outfit’s name comes from that due to the short skirt that led to the visible boarder on Gandharvika’s slip
Giridhari wears his traditional yellow and Mahaprabhu has navy blue to tie into the theme
And I don’t believe the tourists knew the significance of the scene.
Special guest star ‘Molly Dooker’ made the leis today very excellent combination of whole roses and petals made in the blink of an eye.
Beginning with respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the flight of the peddler goes along the long and winding. The light at the hospital curve is coordinated today. Crossing the bridge and along the road of the tennis park to the redone road. The theater announces Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band show will be a couple of days after the holiday. The gecko is so happy to see me he comes onto the pavement and whistles. The shoppers have deserted their corner but the Cruiser King is sitting in his chair behind his reviewing stand. Staying out of the west side triangle the dog wash keeps me in line. Stopping at the post office to post no bills. Along the jazzercise road and the astanga yoga institute stays on the right. The harbor is active as I go to the toad road. I ask the toad about one of the folks who I used to see there pedaling back to the asrama. The toad tells me that he’s given up outside pedaling for the season and pilots his nowhere bike now. I take the hint to make it back for the vaikalika service. After I’ve headed to the south on the cold night with a scarf covering my mouth. The sun going down tells me it’s time to turn to the sunset service and I arrive just in time to pick some flowers and come blow my horn.
Saturday night and I dress them in the most blessed event. They’re wearing their chodders since it’s cold outside. Dancing and enjoying their pastimes it’s a festive feel.

Purple and gold purple and gold
Seeing Guru-Gauranga Gandharivka Giridhari today will put mundane attraction out in the cold seeing their smiles conquers ordinary talk
Mahaprabhu’s sankirtan, how you say? rocks?
Take their shelter and the material world walks
They redefine cool in their own unique way
Mahaprabhu’s sankirtan, how you say? Rocks?
Leis of petals, roses and leaves keep Saint Patrick’s Easter comes fashionably late right on the clock.
Mahaprabhu’s sankirtan, how you say? Rocks?
Though the long and winding is empty, just offer respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and sprint on. But reaching the main roads again they’ve heard the call of the wild cash register. At the hospital curve a member of the constabulary is directing traffic while the construction folks realign the stop lights. “If you can’t get them together I’m rolling these people” the officer said. Around the curve to the bridge over Saint Dagwood’s past the school and corner store. A mountain man pedals by thinking that I’m dusted but before the next go light he’s behind me some how or other. Past the mall and back for the vaikalika service. Following that I go living in the past. Beyond the bench on the hill the bay comes into view. Circling around the campsite and following the deer’s path I look down and see the asrama buildings then I come down in the trailor park from there it’s a suicide run down the steep drive to the long and winding. Such speed it’s possible to coast all the way to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. Next around the research park to the wharf road and the fruit market. Around the opal cliff to the point of the hook and returning along the main road all the way over the highway and to the long and winding to once again offer respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa.
Deep within the far off jungle this evening is going to be inside once again. The cold is too much for them to be dancing outside.

In this outfit the seamstress spreads the colors evenly around
Then puts her palette down
All the colors of the rainbow
Flower decorations for their hair styled and placed with meticulous care
Can't you trace devotion there?
The rose and carnation petal leis
With the rhythm of their dancing play
All the colors in the rainbow
Angels they had heard on high telling them “go out and buy”. Both mainline roads were transformed into a parking lot by the grace of the season. Their occupants looked on frustrated as I pedaled by unaffected. Dodging in and out like a messenger I reached the point and the hook without incident. The children's lieberry was on the left with the windmill coming up fast on the right. As I past the public radio and got onto the redone road traffic was thick but getting lighter and as I crossed the light near the bakery it had mostly evaporated. Crossing over to the left side I made it onto the path near the railroad bridge over Saint Dagwood's river there were a couple of fellow peddlers met me head on we greeted each other and I continued picking up speed quickly as I rounded the bend and crossing back with the help of a zebra I past a skateboard park. Only a few hearty souls there looping the loop and defying the ground. On to the view the stars rising and returning I past the gecko his place was full of people so I had to race around to even get in a wave. Then around to the harbor and between the lakes (this isn't a fragment). Visiting the tennis park for a couple of minutes and returning to the darkened sunny cove. Along the east cliff to the short road to the trailer heaven. Next is the soccer pitch and I circle there and go on to the fruit market. To the wharf road along the fresh construction I pull up to the sidewalk to avoid the rotten repaving job they've done. Back on the long and winding I sing out sri tree jaya tree jaya jaya tree as I pass the ratha bhojana vrksa. On to the asrama for the ratri kalina bhoga as the light fails I must have been out too long this evening.
Yeah 'tis the season alright. The rain and the chill in the air have them staying tucked in their beds under the math logo these nights. Everyone knows this night dress called Krsna is a brahmacari.

Wednesday morning can’t you try to get the dhotis right? Orange flowers and sunshine particles for their hair. Om paramahamsa thakura Bhakta Blade has learned to tie Mahaprabhu’s cummerbund, the hairdresser creeping like a nun. Today it’s Giridhari who gets communist lei, oh what fun? Bhakta Blade’s mad skills are at work again.
Pedaling through the mid-morning fog the chill still in the air. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa stands stately to receive the respects of those traveling along the long and winding. Dodging the construction going left at the main road and then through the mystic parking lot of the aksa sapta-ekadas. Scooters go by in a quick to some other where. Wrapping around the hospital curve and on to the tennis park to the redone road. The gecko has condensation beading on his brow for it’s the height of the season being jolly. Avoiding the west side triangle the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot welcomes me and the harbor is on the right side as usual. Then the windmill comes off of the hill. The sunny cove sees me and a racing peddler exchange the hi sign. Coming up the rise and making the turn just before the squirrel crossing a couple of joggers move to the side. Then is the main road that leads to the long and winding. Cars are packed solid and drivers look on in wonder as the peddlers and I speed along the pavement past them all the way to the bridge over the west coast highway. Then the long and winding is there and the stately tree still silently watching us pass by yet another time for the vaikalika service.
The lotus nails this evening. Nrsinghadeva removes the obstacles on the path of devotion. He takes the anarthas and purifies his devotees. Srila Prabhupada concluded one lecture saying "chant the holy name knowing that you are touching Nrsinghadeva with your tongue and you will be purified as Prahlad was.

First there is Mahaprabhu
Then Gandharvika Giridhari
Then they combine as Mahaprabhu
Mahaprabhu’s traditional color is mango
Giridhari yellow and Gandharvika’s is intensely beautiful blue
Powerful pretty rose leis too.
Reminiscent of Kisora-Kisori who have permanent leis with white roses and red outlines and Gandharvika-Giridhari have live roses of the same hue.
The motorcycle sloka slinger came by the asrama today in the midst of the rain and asked if i'd be squeaking in the barn today. So i was pedaling in the storm from the asrama to the ratha bhojana vrksa to the barn i pedaled in the storm. Slokas crowded my murkapujari mind. Where the ratha bhojana vrksa jumped out i started carbon fiber fork light stiffness. Carbon fiber fork. On the range pedalers came out of the rain. Every one remembers your name pedaling on the range. As i pedaled along i noticed it was raining dogs and cats. One of the dogs followed me home, Mom, can i keep him? Around the Saint Dagwood's river the local mendicants huddled and cheered me on. The gecko was in his rain gear also and wanted to see if i wouldn't take a poncho at least. i thought better of it and pedaled around to the east cliff where a couple of pedalers appeared in my mirror but that's where they stayed. Soon i was offering respect to the sri tree again and getting back for the vaikalika service.
Bhakta Blade came riding on a horse of a different color this evening and helped get them off to engage in their night pastimes.

The Krsna my guardians are taking me to has peacock feathers in his hair, he has peacock feathers everywhere.
And my guardians are taking me where all talk is song and every step is dancing. Giridhari’s flute is always heard there. He has peacock feathers in his hair and peacock feathers everywhere.
With peacock feathers all over this outfit the Deities enjoy their pastimes without a care. Being allowed to taste those pastimes is indeed rare.
The petal leis accent their forms without weighing them down. Mahaprabhu’s golden body, Giridhari’s dark and Gandharivka’s fair beautify the peacock feathers everywhere.
With its branches outstretched beckoning the unsuspecting cars. Respects to you sri tree. Then it’s around the southern part of the long and winding. At the construction portion the man holding the stop sign allows me to pedal along on the sidewalk safely passing the cars and workers too. The overcast of the day has kept most of the pedalers away. Still those hardcore are on their appointed rounds be they shopping, training or pleasure seeking. Speaking of feathers one person is wearing a helmet of feathers and footprints. He must have one hundred feathers woven into the vents in the helmet. When the gecko sees that creation even he raises his eyebrows. “I don’t know him either,” I tell the gecko. Then it’s to the harbor where the boats are tethered due to choppy waters. Passing by the video store and taking the left there. A fire truck is parked outside the station. Then Midas tips his crown as I pedal under his glance. Onto the frontage road past the sports shop and left onto a short road and another left onto the main road back to the long and winding one. Dandavat to the ratha bhojana vrksa as I return for the vaikalika service.
This rainy evening I’ve learned to work the aqua phone. Offer banana khir all night long and call this one baby blue as they dance the night away.

As the men in the market place come to try and take your dough and you look out of your eye’s corner to find a way out of this show go ask Gurudeva I think he’ll know
If dollars and diplomacy suddenly drop dead and devotion and dedication come in their stead. The stupid priest is talking backward and the world famous scholar is on his head. Remember what the all-knowing astrologer said “by my calculations I was misled!”
Of course this one’s name is Nadia Sasadhara
The leis are of narcissus, roses, leaves and scraps of all things left over.
With the threat of nor’easters rolling in I sprint down to pray to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. The construction is calmed down so it’s back around Midas and the hospital curve. Over the bridge over Saint Dagwood’s then the tennis park is on the left. Crossing the light to the windmill in and between the lakes where the walkers have replaced the sufferers. Along the east cliff the pedalers come and go while the white caps provide the view. Swinging around the over the hill gang on to the soccer pitch. Past the fruit market to where I can invite one of Agni’s agents. Then back to the wharf road, opal cliff this time the point of the hook. Since the sun is sinking low the cove isn’t very sunny right now. Not even a bon fire or two. Around the public radio and the redone road. The theater is dark tonight waiting for the next week of shows. The gecko is speaking with the true wheel so I go on to the sweet spot just ahead of the cruiser king’s judgment stand. The west side triangle allows me through without incident. Straight ahead on Mr. Ford you can’t pedal with me. Up ahead I see a peddler and a jogger keeping a conversation. As I pass by I see how hard the jogger is working to keep up the pace of both speech and workout.
The direction home on the wharf road is to rough and torn up due to the construction there so I opt for the main road back and sprint around the pal of the pets and then offer return dandavat to the vrksa and though it be a close play I’m safe at the plate.
The rain is coming down now so they'll be dancing inside tonight. When they wear the red and white Chinese silk that's a touch, a touch that kills

It was already written that today I wanted to come with a different name for this one.
Bhakta Blade wanted one to be called sukala sakti so that was the name in the beginning.
But today when the leis maker asked the name of this dress I couldn’t say with conviction. So the maker replied that could be the name that is ‘not really’. Then the sloka slinger in training seeing Mahaprabhu sighed, he’s pretty in pink could that be the name? The leis maker said to me “that’s probably past your media time” but I heard ‘that’s pasture media time’. Which led me to understand that this is the name of the dress. Prabhupada’s poem that said “When will I frolic in the pasture grounds with you again?” That was the line that Guru Maharaja said gave the hint that of the sakya rasa of Prabhupada. He also explained the refrain of the poem as being Prabhupada telling Krsna that if He would help Prabhupada in his service then Srimati Radharani would be pleased with Krsna. As that ran through my mind then another line came which was the confirmation that was ‘today memory of you came in a very nice way’. So the name is ‘Pasture media time’
Speaking of the leis, roses, narcissus, and what the maker calls ‘hare krsna’ flowers. “They’re shorter than I thought, I must not be using the right measurement” and then tested the string against the ‘yard stick’.
Dandavat to the ratha bhojana vrksa and then on to the quote from the gecko,
“You’ve been pedaling all this year the titanium chain helps complete your rounds. You’re unstoppable.” The gecko said.
Around the corner the school sends me on my way to the ever dangerous ‘west side triangle’. Successfully coming through that I take the right at the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot with the harbor in sight up and then down the rise to the windmill. At the cove I think I heard someone say ‘come on you baker, you barber, you candlestick maker, sprint on to the sundown service’ Whether I heard it from someone or it was just the echo of my mind, I took that to heart and powered my way over the wharf road to the long and winding to hear ‘now that it’s all over and done the seasons have passed you by’ from the ratha bhojana vrksa and pulling into the drive just in time for the service.
This evening they wanted to stay just a little bit longer. If the pujari doesn’t mind and the devotees don’t mind if Gandharvika-Giridhari along with Sri Gurudeva and Mahaprabhu go on an adventure of the dancing kind and stay out just a little more time.

Janmastami day was near
When Krsna's bhakta's gather near
Offerings of dipa and dhupa
Skirt wide like a hula-hoop
Leis of narcissus, roses and stock as I offered them I swear I heard
“Notice there's no mums, in the leis today, mums the word!”
Must be what the maker wanted to say
While the chipmunks laughed to see such play
Skirt wide like a hula-hoop
Midway to the main road from the asrama is the ratha-bhojana vrksa, pausing to offer namaskara then crossing the main road and circling the research park. While I spoke with the pet's pal one of the friendly yuppie drivers extended his friendly truck into the pedaling lane. Not only once but thrice. So with a few words on the side I go right on to the wharf road. All the way to the soccer pitch and keeping the pitch on the right swinging around the opal cliff to the point of the hook. Powering the turn with a big shift and a sprint to the twins up the hill to the two friends and the redone road. the theater leads me to the gecko. The season's shoppers are still around the corner. The cruiser king is watching as we pass in review. I've pedaled my way into the paceline of a team in training and I don't believe they know that I'm Greg's cousin Ben. Then I break formation and go through the harbor to the windmill. In the mirror there's an ebike I've sailed past and if I laughed a bit too fast, well that's how it's going to be. The sufferers are still staying home even the murti has a coat. Continuing up the main road the vaikalika offering calls me home. As I pass the famous ratha bhojana vrksa I utter a 'vanca kalpa…' then on to asrama.
Deep within the far off jungle the lion sleeps tonight. But it's too chilly to stay out there long enough to get even one dance in but they return to the altar and there they enjoy dancing and other pastimes very well.

Purple mixed with the lime green,
The silver jewelry completes the scene
Even the backdrop makes it into the rhyme
Of the “is it tomorrow or just the end of time?”
Sorry but i've to close the curtain while i offer the leis
yellow roses, carnations and leaves will go fine
From the asrama, respecting the tree then making a right at the main road light passing the pet's pal and the grocery
the wharf road and pointing around to the hook. The east cliff and sunny cove lead me on to the public radio. The redone road and the pavement by the railroad bridge with the boardwalk just behind where the kingdom of Neptune stands. Around the bend to the place where the stars of the morning rise. Stopping in for a chat. By the time i come out the lights have come on. Each pedaler has their own version from those on their helmet, the handlebar mounts and the generators as many as there are pedalers. The gecko is sleeping as i pass and the dog wash is quiet. Around by the hospital and the astanga yoga institute. The junction where miss Betty serves burgers. There's the harbor up ahead. Cars go by and some pedalers not under the lights, they must be on stealth missions. Dropping into the tennis park to sample a shallot or two. Back on the way to the asrama and between the lakes. The windmill is lit up, rare for this time of the evening. Now it seems that every other pedaler i see is in on this massive stealth mission. Around the opal cliff where a jogger's shoes shine in my light. A steady cadence as we come to the soccer pitch street. Around to the meridian and meeting the trader. Coming out it's time to get onto the main road to the winding road to respect the tree once more. On back to the asrama for the ratri kalina bhoga offering.
In the chill of the evening chodders have returned. A lion on the chase this evening. From the Nrsinghacaturdasi offerings a few years back. The lila continues on into the night.

As quick as a wink what was red turned out to be pink
Oh my color blindness has driven the seamstress to send me to an existensial shrink.
This dress with Giridhari's coat and chodder swirling so high takes the lives of his highest devotees right to the brink.
I'd call this outfit's second color purple alas but don't know what the seamstress might think.
The carnation leis planned to draw the eye to this outfit's pink.
Offering respect to the tree I head off dodging the construction to see the gecko. He's got a deal on tail lights today and mine disappeared a couple of days ago. So I head down to the wharf road to the opal cliff and the point to the hook and the sunny cove and as I go the sun is out the sky is blue it's warm enough to loose the winter blues and the pedalers form a peleton and cruise. After getting enlightened by the gecko I head out again among the shoppers who corner me and chase me to the school. The otherwise the traffic is light enough to quickly sprint back through the harbor and between the lakes once again to the east cliff, opal cliff and then back around the loop from the soccer pitch to the basketball park past the trader and the bear. To the fruit market for tomorrow's offerings and back up the main road to the long and winding one where the tree wiats and receives my pranamas then it's mahamuni who is coming back also he stops me to ask how things are going on and as I talk I see that the cars are coming up behind ready to turn me into a malpura so we end our chat and sprint back for the vaikalika offering.
"O deer dough, have you seen Krsna?" That's this evening's night dress. This evening Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika Giridhari seemed determined to stay up late. The crowns gave the most trouble coming off and not sizing right. Giridhari's peacock feather took what seemed like five minutes to fit into place. After that though they calmed down and happily took rest.

Now i've found a song to sing about the color of this outfit of the Lord
i know it's only these few words, but they're simple and elegant
all of know this outfit, all of you know the name
you've all seen the blue and gold of 'Nila so many times before.
Today it went on with narcissus leis punctuated by roses and mums.
The sky is that familiar color of the season. So i donned my cold gear and headed onto the long and winding to offer respect to the tree and on to the point at the hook. Around the east cliff and the sunny cove some of the folks think that for the weather, i've gone too far, but that's the pedaler in me. Check out the scene on the redone road help a fellow pedaler mend his flat and if i sprint a bit too fast, hey, that's the pedaler in me. From the theater to the gecko's shop where i take some time to talk trade some tales of the road, well that's just the pedaler in me. Careful not to get lost in the west side triangle so keep the dog wash on the left sneak through the harbor and the boats, well that's more pedaler in me. On the way of the wharf road right up to the long and winding one and if a team in training all pass me well they're just better pedalers than me.
Bhakta Blade was in town this evening so he took the reigns this evening. Pralad-a-dad is this evening's dress. Chodders are making a comeback in these chilly chilly nights. Still they dance all night.

"My Lord you have unlimited names" and your devotees give you names as their relationship grows. One of the hair dressers said "I call this one the mango outfit and yesterday's hair dresser did too, even though I know it's name is 'Out of the mouths of babes'" "Well that's what i call it. But as Krsna has unlimited names his outfits can too." Still i can't but remember the young folk who suggested these colors when i see this one and so 'Out of the mouths of babes' stands in my mind as the one name of this dress. Petal leis today along with a couple of whole roses in each.
Just about halfway between the main road and the asrama on the long and winding one there is a large tree. Long long time ago i can still remember when it stepped out and devoured one of the folks' cars earning it the title 'car eating tree' in my mind. This year SGM passed that tree and came with a similar name for the tree and said everyone should offer obeisancies to that tree. Since then passing that tree has been different with a bow and today was the same. All the way to the point and the fruit market. The construction routed all the pedalers and cars alike away from the hosptial curve and all went off in separate ways. i drifted by the house for the wayward dogs and cats. Then there was the toad road to the soccer pitch and back around to see the gecko. He's busy now and only has time to wave as i pass. The redone road takes me by the an older pedaler on an e bike. He must think it queer that i pass him and he can't keep near. It's just that time of year. We go up the hill between the lakes and he thinks there he'll overtake but that's not the way it brakes and so he looks for a turn to make and i go on to the east cliff and the wharf road. There i rejoin the long and winding and bow to the tree and return for the vailkalika.
They call east bengal the Radhadesa, call this baby blue. Yes, we'll learn to play the karatalas and chant kirtan till our material desires are gone as they dance the night away.

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Remember Remember on this Ninth of December
that i see bumblebees on Gandharvika's veil
and isn't Giridhari wearing cuff links?
looks like Mahaprabhu has become a black belt
i hear the words of Kaviraja Goswami
interpret this just right
and look outside tonight
there's a dark moon in the sky
garlands of petals and mums help to make
the whole picture catch the eye
pedaling through the opal cliff and the hook. The sufferers are on winter vacation the bon fires are the attraction to the beach now. Between the lakes to the redone road. Some of the pedalers are in their own winter gear again today. The sunshine has others in their usual training mode. The gecko is sunning himself as i go by today. The shoppers are around the corner again today all the way to "eat at Joe's" at the bus stop there is one of the folks waiting to jump on to get back for the sandhya. But i pedal on around the dog wash and the astanga yoga institute where the leader who practices monavrata is giving a lecture. The harbor is there on the right and then the toad road. The toad is hopping today lots of his people are battling the holidays. The basketball park has a hot game going on. The fruit market is there on the right while the soccer pitch is empty. The wharf road takes me back to the place where i belong, save the asrama.
As i began remember remember the ninth this December. From Guru Maharaja's appearance day so long ago now but it's still one they wear for their night pastimes. Even if it's inside instead of out they go on enjoying like anything.

The sewing room is up on the hill where the fragrance of ghee being made is heavy in the air. So it’s told that this dress was born of butter and has the color of the foam on the ghee. Little rust colored flowers all around and with bubbly chodders, veil and sash floating in the air as they turn pirouettes on the altar in time with the song of the flute. The leis are of fluffy rust and yellow colored roses today that gently sit upon the dress and follow the curves of their bodies glorifying each one.
Along the way of the ramparts there comes an old sadhu strolling up slowly. He’s got deeply lit eyes and short white bahirvasa. He’s got songs that can free your mind hear him singing and you’ll be transformed. Pedal together along the Saint Dagwood’s river then passing over the bridge take the right onto the redone road. Then the gecko comes along and says jaya jaya and cheers us on. We round the school and head down to the west side triangle. Keeping our eyes on the prize and hands upon the bar we sprint down the redone road on to between the lakes where the cold has kept everyone away. Then the opal cliff is also vacant the wharf road brings it back home where there are still couple of dogs out in the yard.
The most blessed event tonight the fresh wind blows so they are surely inside this evening for their night time pastimes.

December 7 2007
Let's search for reality will take shelter of gurudeva. Put some meditation beads into a bag and take darsana of the Deities in their Miss America outfit.
Arati at the math playing kartalas in kirtan looks like the man from New York thinks he can fly. Funny his shirt says 'Jatayeau' counting the times they've circled their meditation beads all come for darsana of the Deities in their Miss America outfit.
It's a strong wind that blows against us peddlers today. Down the long and winding making the right to see the florist and the parking lot of the coffee shop to see an angel fair. The Midas touch is on the left while the harbor high football field stays on the right. The gecko smiles and asks how the tune up went. “Great” I tell him and swing around the corner of shoppers where the school stands judging me. The people's park is now called the west side triangle. The real harbor and its boats come up next and the toad's road is there. As I pass hope the mile counter marks another. The fruit market and the wharf road lead me on to the long and winding road. There is a hawk on the right side that flies across the road slicing the air between a car and me. Mahamuni comes up behind me and tells me of a fellow peddler whom he had taken to be me. He asked him “Where did you get the new duds?” Since brother peddler didn't know Mahamuni he asks “Duds?” Mahamuni tells me that's when he recognized his mistake. We parted since I had to make it for the sandhya and on his magic carpet he'd get there much faster…
Deep within the far off jungle the Deities have gone to take their rest. Giridhari hung his noose of prema and lured his girlfriends in and they danced late into the night.