He came to Navadvipa to search himself. The devotees, Mahaprabhu and ecstatic love dance together to attract you.
Yellow and purple dotted with diamond shape mirrors, Giridhari takes a blue flower pushes over his left ear appearing as an actor while he twirls in pirouettes playing his flute.
His image reflected in the thousands of mirrors on Gandharvika’s skirt create a festival for kamadeva himself with the lies of narcissus and tiny pink roses from the maker's own garden. "they didn't have the compact narcissus but I got as many other kinds as I could" spake the maker
Drawn once again to the giant blue whale the ratha-bhojana-vrksa gave it’s blessing for me to pedal along the main road. The whaler’s detail spouted water to benedict me and make the adventure auspicious. The gecko had finished tuning up the pedals so we could fly past Bhakta Blade’s kutir where he was taking the name in deep emotion. A guide explained some other visitors to the skeleton as we rounded the lot. Over the potholed road past the tea company and the nava patra returning to garland Bhakta Blade in his meditation and quickly get back to the railroad bridge. Looking down some mountain men had taken over the skateboarder’s park and themselves were exhibiting their magic. The monque leaped about hear us waking the conceptually sleeping town folks with our living pedaler’s cry. The gecko jumped off as we safely passed through the triangle.
With the threat of rain Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari dressed up in their deep within the far off jungle night dress to quietly enjoy their pastimes. They were ready fast tonight in anticipation of fun.

February 28
As the devotees had gathered to hear with joy the unending glories of Mahaprabhu he himself also heard with great satisfaction those same pastimes. As they came to the end of this recitation, he was being dressed in new clothes and taking too long, he began to watch Gandharvika-Giridhari swirling and dancing in their beaded peacock feather outfit with great curiosity.
The ratha-bhojana-vrksa called come out come out why wait, the puja is over there’s time to pedal away. Past the vacant throne of King Midas and the florist and the toffee nose who throws his challenge flag,” that’s a legitimate fragment!!!! Fifteen yards and revise the sentence.” He cries. Curving to the left then right to the tennis park down the rise between the lakes and the windmill. The big road goes on to the main one, which in turn carries me to the long and winding to the asrama door. The madyakalia ends and then the Kernel of Divine Love announce he will go to China. That’s a half-mile from the lakes. The sufferers are returning to the beaches, the rain has been subsiding. The gecko is happy to see me pedal right into his repair garage. He tells me he’ll tune, lube, and adjust to make it good as new.
Well this evening Durvasa Muni didn’t eat anything and with this quote I was able to collect flowers for the mangala arati and some to decorate their beds for rest.

Dozens of embroidered peacock feathers etching iridescent furrows on the retina of our eyes
The full carnation leis take their form from the curves in their dancing bodies transforming each flower to its full dedicating potential.
Quickly around the opal cliff and the hook of the point to the redone road and the gecko who adjusts another saddle as I pass. The dog wash pulls me through the triangle and sends me down the main road to the curve and the florist. The long and winding road and the tree welcome me back for the vaikalika. I salute the tree and sprint on to the asrama door.
Of all the dresses Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari have and all the names each person has for them this is one they dance all night long in and call baby blue.
February 26
Gandharvika with her blue sari on Giridhari and Mahaprabhu by her side they’re none less than the absolute truth even covered by a devotee’s bhava and kanti just can’t hide.
Mahamuni brought this cloth that became the sari the mango, orange, green, yellow and purple came from all around to combine in the seamstress’ mind. Manifesting in this most wonderful dress. “I’ve got saffron roses for today’s leis!” the maker told me. So excited the leis could not but be extra wonderful.
Taking the round about way past Bhakta Blade’s kutir on to the marine museum where a giant skeleton of a blue whale keeps watch. A second darsana of the kutir over the railroad bridge viewing the skateboarders below executing superman flights through the air with the greatest of class holding fragments in their teeth as they grin all the way down.
Bhakta Blade takes the leis and flowers away and dresses them up to ride into the Marakata Mani puri on a horse of a different color.
February 27
More carnation leis fluffy and somehow Giridhari inspired the maker to the combinations that just fit each outfit. This one is in the tradition of flowing coats and chodders that catch the breeze as they swirl and dance their way into each and every heart.
Mahamuni’s post and the fruit market call me out. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa clears the way for the travel and Saint Dagwood beckons me over the bridge to the tennis park and the redone road. The gecko says it’s time for a tune up and I get ready for that by flying through the triangle back to the harbor where all the boats are out and I take the big road to over yet another bridge keeping the shops on the right while I rejoin the long and winding just in time for the vaikalika service.
The lotus nails shine rusty from one angle but glow green from the other side. The take their rest in the foggy night with all happiness among all the fragments that old toffee nose can count, wait toffee that’s no fragment it’s a sutra.

Katha so high just how is it possible to come from a mouth so small as my own?
Come down the stairs climb into a riksaw going on parikrama of Navadvipa dham
Sasra tirtha in my kamandalu
One dozen mahajanas chanting their gayatri meditating on Om
Mahaprabhu peeking through curtains drawn being dressed in his Sunday best
“Follow the Angles” they'll take us all home
Petal leis with gerbera daisies short but not too big around
Ratha-bhojana-vrksa keeps on calling me out to pedal among the folks. The rain was made of cats and dogs today. Through the morning they came bursting in. Some how they got the afternoon off and allowed the peddlers to take over. The tour continues. Pedaling the main road past the florist to the curve and over the bridge to the tennis park. The redone road to where the gecko waits to meet me and we pedal up the coast to get to the finish line to watch the racers come in. Then it's back for the sandhya the gecko stops at his shop and I go on to the harbor and the windmill. The big road leads over a bridge and past our uncle's house then the long and winding road where the tree is happy to see me offering respect. The asrama drive and the sound of the karatalas are in the air it's time for the sandhya and to hear the motorcycle sloka slinger speak the truth in his unique style.
The touch that kills the Chinese silk of red and creamy white and they could have danced all night.

“The leis have seven kinds of narcissus today!” the maker excitedly told me today. Little white ones, big white ones with yellow centers, others with orange centers. Big yellow ones with white centers and others with orange centers. There are medium white ones with yellow centers with orange around the edge of the centers and there are yellow mediums with white centers.
Gandharvika’s skirt has herring bone tweeds in it to make it stand out. Mahaprabhu and Giridhari have white and purple. Purple dhotis Mahaprabhu has a white kirta while Giridhari’s sash is white with rhinestone broach. Oh was it offered for Krsna’s birthday or was it Radhastami? Of course it was both. This version was the Janmastami dress and later they took off their sleeves and that made it the Radhastami dress.
The ratha-bhojana-vrksa held off the rain another day and so I pedaled along the parking lots of the usual suspects. There’s a mysterious bank there with a suggestive name, rabobank. It could make you wonder if anyone has ever taken it to heart. Then there comes the bridge over the troubled highway. Then comes the curve that leads past the tennis park and on to the windmill looping around the east cliff back to the redone road and the theater a ways past waits the gecko to see if anyone has come off the tour. He’s happy when he sees a group of us pedaling past. Around the cruiser king’s and through the treacherous triangle the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot welcomes us on to the harbor and the windmill. The point of the hook brings us to the big road and the long and winding. The tree says “hey” as I bow pedaling by and on to the sandhya.
Deep within the far off jungle the lord and his associates dance the night away.
February 23 2008
On this overcast Saturday morning in a rich beige silk like foam on ghee, the lord of all prabhus brings his sankirtana to the hills.
Calling out to the gentle and ruffians alike saying “Come join with us in the prema kirtan” and for the small price of faith gives the greatest treasure.
Orange trim draws out the rust and avocado color flowers printed on the their dress. The wispy chodders lighten it just enough to astound all who come for darsana with the seamstress’ ability.
Pedaling today with respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa, through manasa mirrors with incense smoke rings filling the air. The tour continues and pedalers listen to hear detailers through the rain. They’ve donned gear to keep dry, as they lean back their heads and call out their numbers. The gecko has a front row seat today as I pedal up behind him through the channel of early evening light. At the opal cliff where sufferers huddle around the toffee nose’s fragment ecstasy trying to keep warm. The big road takes me past the fruit market and other shopping precincts. The long and winding featuring the ratha-bhojna-vrksa waits while toffee nose hides in the bushes waiting to cry “Fragment consider revising or else!” Respects to thee oh tree lead me on to the vaikalika and spirits power declare.
A thundering sky brewing heavy weather tonight. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari wearing the nightdress they were offered on Vyasa Puja , the most blessed event, some several years ago. Even though a storm is on the horizon they go on enjoying like anything

FEBRUARY 21
She is a village girl dressed in white, yellow and gold.
He is a cowherd boy, nothing aristocratic, dressed in white, yellow and gold.
To understand what she relished he covered himself with her luster and emotion
Came as one Mahaprabhu dressed in white, yellow and gold.
SGM requested these colors in this dress to be offered on his birthday.
When the folks hear this outfits name some giggle, some full on laugh and others think I’m strange but everybody knows precisely what I’m talking about
Leis of narcissus and a few carnations sneak their way in and face the nation.
The ratha-bhojana-vrksa and I join in a “no rain” chant. So I was between the drops today. Along the hook to the windmill and the redone road to the theater the gecko is waiting to show me where the stars are rising and the fragments are hiding. Having darsana of the stars I turn my face to the asrama one of the folks pedaling along shows me where their first child was born. On along that road comes the place to hear one who has taken a vow of silence impart knowledge to his followers through his interrupter.
The boats are tethered in the harbor and the point directs me to the big road and later the long and winding one. The tree shakes as if to say don’t you even have the sense? But sandhya time has come and is sprint on.
The rainy night sees the lion on the chase and when the chase has ended, they enjoy like anything.

So you say Mahaprabhu is a superstar? Ah yes right you are
And his followers all shine on as if moons among stars reflecting the light from he as the sun.
Mahaprabhu crowned by a turban while Gandharvika and Giridhari are topped with jari.
Full on carnation leis but the communists aren't in the way. Bhakta Blade said he had crowned Giridhari but just as he began to step back he saw that the crown was falling into his hands. “I can't be humble about that,” his usual boast.
The ratha-bhojana-vrksa must have been holding off the rain today. I passed with folded palms hoping for a clear day and that's what I got. The main road to King Midas' former throne but now there is an only fragment to take his place. Toffee nose, ha! Saint Dagwood pedals with me to the tennis park and up to the theater where we part and I head back for the madyakalia arati. Back again in the afternoon to the wharf road and then a tributary of the big road. Around the good old soccer pitch and the opal cliff. Coming to the point of the hook I go past the public radio and the gecko is waiting on me to safely guide me through the triangle where there are evil spirits today. Just by following him they flee out of fear. Then the harbor and between the lakes where bobbies are pedaling in pairs and the fragments keep watch all along the east cliff cause the toffee nose is always ready with his green underline to blow his silly whistle. The big road leads on to the wharf road and return to the vaikalika service after thanking the tree for all his efforts in holding the rain at bay.
O deer dough, have you seen Krsna? Well this evening is the total eclipse of the moon. For fear of the underworld spies that might be lurking about everyone stays inside and chants and dances the night away.

Chanting in the nath mandir with all the bhakta vrnda when pujariji opened the curtain with a cloud of incense smoke
“What’s the name of this outfit?” one of the assembled asked “Syama, Nila and Aruna LIVE! At the arena of pure consciousness” the answer came everyone was happy, “These colors are striking!” rose up from the group.
New jewelry offered earrings for all three, a necklace for Mahaprabhu and a bangle for Gandharvika too. A kirtan had begun while pujarjiji offered more dhupa.
Hyacinth leis along with small yellow roses, a couple of yellow daisies and spider mums were beautified by the Deities’ forms as the cloud of incense broke
The bhakta vrnda chanted, danced and lost mundane shackles in this wondrous play.
The drizzle came down for sizzle today but the tree still wanted me to come out to pedal. Manasically the sun will be out, the sky blue and all will be pedaling too just come out today. With that spell sent my way I could not but fall under it. I respected the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and went on to see rich uncle standing and waving to all who passed him by. Stopping at the trader’s some banana and strawberries to buy. The gecko had a raincoat on and followed around shoppers corner. By his request the triangle let me pass and I went on past the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot to the harbor and then the toad road back on the long and winding the tree smiled upon me. Around the hidden valley the drizzle was back for sizzle but was gone when I got to the drive and I noticed it was a birthday, the bhakta avadhuta was having a party and we were all around the altar to celebrate with him.
Pralad-a-dad for this evening where the fragments hide and the toffy nose throws it’s favorite flag. Bhakta Blade takes the reigns and as he finishes Giridhari says “You may want to change Giridhari’s dhoti, it’s ‘kind of wonky’” and sure enough it does need a little help. The rain is falling all around so no dance in the outside moonlight. Bhakta Blade praises the mad backdrop skills at the end of the evening and Guru-Gauranga Gandharivka-Giridhari go on enjoying like anything.

In the Bhagavad-gita Prabhu, in a hidden way, are the highest conceptions to see the light of day. Butterflies fluttering across the green, white, red and blue velvet of this dress just warm enough for this chilly day of early spring. Cleaning the mirror of our minds one day perhaps tears will decorate our eyes and then taken into Gandharvika's serving mood we'll see her clearly in her blue velvet sari with the rose petal and carnation leis they wear today.
With the chill in the air the ratha-bhojana-vrksa still calls me out to alert the mobile phoning ratha drivers with a living pedaler's sprint. Through the main road and off to the toad road and the basketball park where the hearty spirits practice cupcake dunks. The east cliff is empty since the sufferers have gone to the big tent on the sunny cove with their boards to see the presidents. Back the wharf road to the southland and straight up to the tree who is waiting to see me fold my palms without taking them from the handlebar. The vaikalika service awaits time make Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari's plate, which totals more than any president's estates put together.
The rain on the horizon warms the night so Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari dance all night in their baby blue night dress. While their servitors from all across the globe call in their separation.

February 17, Sunday
Seated on their simhasana Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari take in the view
Of all their respected devotees coming in to present themselves for Their service too.
Giridhari dressed in traditional yellow while Gandharvika a grape color short skirt and Mahaprabhu is in royal blue
Narcissus dominate the leis with some funny green leaves added in too.
From the asrama to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa that smiles as I bow my head to the southland, the main road to the whalers who devour fragments and turn on a dime to return to Saint Dagwood’s bridge. The toad is working out as I make a right there and go between the lakes the sufferers are dressed warm since a chill has returned. Maybe Jack Frost hasn’t completely left town yet. The public radio and the redone road the theater offers homeless fragments a home. The gecko is headed home but seeing me he joins in the group. Through the triangle and the dog wash the harbor witnesses our peleton and we head to the east cliff around the hook to the point. The big road pulls us along to the main road where the gecko says “So long, son, I’ve got to run” he goes left and I go right to come to the long and winding. Offering more respect to the tree I go into sprint mode and beat the tag of the sandhya.
Then in the ninth the Deities take their rest on a bed of aromatic flowers in their red and deep blue dress.

On the Ekadasi day Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari sit upon their singasana dressed in a silken outfit with all the colors of the rainbow
The seamstress may beg, plead and argue with me with logic over all the thing I know really have no value as I dress the Deities in outfits she’ll never know the names of.
Leis of narcissus flowers fill the nath mandir with fragrance so sweet and permieating everyone looks twice as the flowers turn their faces to take their bow before the folks turn to go.
Off again and to the tree let praises be it’s time to pedal away with me. King Midas seems to have abducated the once golden building has turned red. The frontage road leads to the trader along to a bear’s house then past to the basketball park and the toad. The redone road delivers me to the theater where a performance is brewing for this evening. The gecko has to restrain himself from joining with our peleton and guiding us through the tretchours triangle. The house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot waves me through to call the boats home. Along the wharf road there is new serface in the pedaling lane that makes it smooth as glass. The main road takes me on to Rodeo van the tree there to bow to. Vaikalikia service is waiting and I happily take my part.
The most blessed event is offering a new outfit on Gurudeva’s birthday and that’s when this one was. Even though they lie down for only a moment Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari enjoy their pastimes with grace

Friday, February 15
She appeared in Varsana near Vrndavana
headed west to look for Her Lord's lost servants
Gurudeva employed some local people in her own service
A couple of years went by with her Lord along with the servants
An American cook and gentleman's gentlemen, a Canadian seamstress
making wonderful outfits for her
Gurudeva returns to visit us all. Sees that she started out an Indian raised in the village
then declared "She's become an American girl"
This dress was made to use a tierra as a belt so got the name Miss America caught the seamstress by surprise now she won't hear any of the dress names Gandharvika's become "An American girl"
Ah yes, the ratha-bhojana-vrksa once again calls me out for pedaling on this sunny afternoon.
King Midas is pleased to see me pass the florists' shop around Saint Dagwood's river and the tennis park. Between the lakes where the pedal shop turn coffee spot flies the skull and cross bones and maybe that's why, it changed it's colors. The big street back to the main road pick up Mahamuni's mail along through the lion's park. Up the snob hill and down into the village where the surf shop and resturants are everywhere. The wharf is there and then the opal cliff. A new twist today takes me by the point where the sufferers hang out. The redone road takes me to the gecko who wishes he too could get out and pedal. The triangle leaves me be again today. The ramp takes me to the trader's and the blocked road takes me around the bend to the big road which leads me on to a road of friends to offer respects to the tree following the instructions of his divine grace.
The wind is gone now so the chill returns with the disappearance of the sun and Guru-Gauranga Gandharviika-Giridhari engage in their night time pastimes deep within the far off jungle.

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.

TUESDAY FEBRUARY 12
“There are fifty full roses in Gandharvika’s leis today” the maker announced to me this morning. “I’m going to recount just to make sure… well there are only forty-seven really. But when I saw these golden roses I they reminded me so much of Mahaprabhu I just had to get them” It must have been true for Gandharvika-Giridhari and Guru-Gauranga too set off the color in the flowers along with the yellow, blue and gold dress, ahhh but to call it that blue and gold just wouldn’t due. The leis the thing today for sure the leis is the thing today.
The ratha bhojana vrksa calls again, come pedal by on this spring like day respects are unto thee O tree. The main road and through the parking lots to King Midas court and left there where the trader stands and around to the wharf road opal cliffs and hook the point a fine old fragment make. Between the lakes to the public radio where it joins the redone road the gecko comes out to lead me safely through the triangle and the harbor calls the boats back in for the sun is setting now. Ratha-bhojana-vrksa nods in reply to mine and there it is sandhya and I get back in the nick of time.
“Joe Willy Blade” guarantees tonight we will be finished earlier than the rest. So speaking like a pirate puts on the Marakata Mani Puri dress. In the mean time Gandharivka-Giridhari and Guru-Gauranga too go on enjoying like anything.

I’ve got no words to say, no thoughts to think, Mahaprabhu in blue Giridhari in yellow Gandharvika in pink curses to that creator who gave us eyes that blink
Springtime offered it’s first flowers today so many they camouflage the carnation leis
Akasa Puspa!
On this holy day extra respect to the ratha bhojana-vrksa out to the south land on beyond the village to the wharf the opal cliff and the sunny cove is back between the lakes so many have come to suffer in the spring type day. The theater is dark for the week. The gecko hasn’t brought his bikes in q good sign for the pack. Swinging around the shopper’s corner and avoiding the triangle by taking shelter of the street vendor from the east the dog wash blow dries all fragments. Going through the harbor and down the toad road taking the left at the basketball park. The big road draws me back to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa who reminds to sprint faster. A team goes the opposite direction as I enter the drive for the sandhya.
The holy men teach us to work the mrdanga and offer banana ksira for the Lord to drink all night long. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari resting only for a moment engages in their pastimes with supreme happiness.

Lime green, purple and a thousand mirrors that break the light in colors that no one knows the names of and if I pick the words of a poet that curls the seamstress’ hair well that’s one up to me. Stark carnation leis that are short and not too big around are this tomorrow? Or just the end of time so sing the children of the seva asrama
The warmth of the afternoon screams to me come out come out don’t make the ratha-bhojana-vrksa wait, some days start pedaling just plain too late. So past the tree and onto the southern portion around to the main road and the animal hospital. The tennis park and the redone road lead me on to the theater dark again tonight but the gecko is wrenching at a fast pace. Crossing the shopper’s corner sprinting to the monkey that leaps about. The railroad bridge and that’s Bhakta Blade’s bhajan kutir where the motorcycle sloka slinger is taking the name tracing onto the natural bridge and dropping the fragments off there. The deity of the sufferer is smiling wide as the sun has come out and warmed the cockles of his heart. Skate boarders abound in their park looping the loop and defying the ground. The Cruiser King utters an incantation to assure safe passage through the triangle. The house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot is empty this Sunday but Our Lady of the endless wailing cries is full to the brim. The harbor sees sails blowing in the breeze and the toad is out to watch. Big road takes me quickly back to the long and winding where the tree checks it’s watch as I call out ‘jaya’ on to the asrama where the sandhya is in progress and I blend in with the participants.
Creamy silk paired with red flowered Chinese silk that was offered on the Nrsinghacaturdasi, when the Lion ripped apart the demon with the touch that kills. With the warm night the chodders are gone.

Orange with creamy white embroidered silk with flowers in the center and the left and right.
Roses in their hair needlepoint flowers everywhere.
Peacock crowns and effulgence flying high made with the peacock feathers eye.
The maker said no matter what kind of flowers the leis always melt into the sewn on ones. Not like yesterday’s narcissus with chrysanthemums. The Chinese New Year says chrysanthemums bring good fortune. Wow it’s the year of the rat and I’m still writing ‘horse’ on checks.
Off and pedaling to beat the clock the ratha bhojana-vrksa gives me a push as I fold my palms. Around the south portion of the long and winding then on to the main road in a pack of fragments that just won’t quit. King Midas looks on at us passing over the bridge and on to the florist. Left at the hospital and over Saint Dagwood’s creek. The redone road and the theater where the lights are for tonight’s show and the fragments are lining up excited to go inside. The gecko jumps into our pace line and shows the way past the shopper’s corner and on to the Woodstock plaza. Trader Yoseppie stands in the center of the circle the gecko has led us on. In review of the Cruiser King through the triangle where the gecko returns to his shop and we continue around past the house that choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot to the harbor and between the lakes where the windmill has taken away the flag of yesterday. The big road takes me home foothill asrama winding road past the tree. The tag comes down hard but the catcher drops the ball and so I pass by safely.
The most blessed event nightdress features angora chodders to go out into the starry night to dance all night.

Swirling and dancing in this purple and gold, Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari put the materialistic demeanor out into the cold as Saint Patrick who drove the snakes from the green island. Offered on Gaura Purnima, that time coincided with the time when priests of another tradition wear purple stoles in celebration of a time of resurrection of their savior. So also even if fashionably late it's a time to resurrect our own conception.
“Are you going to 'jaya sri tree'?” one of the folks asked as I headed off for the market to get a bulb for the altar. The main road to the snob hill and then onto the village where the fragments go and of course the opal cliffs are on the route. Following the hook to the point weaving in and around the sufferer's pets come on to the pedaling path and slobber. Quickly the thirty-eighth parallel comes and I jump on it to the jotish store waits. Back for the vaikalika service and installation of the bulb. Off again with the grace of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa to find out the dhood for the barfi and parama anna fragments hide in all of these places don't they? The gecko is out bringing his fine pedaling contraptions for the day. The big road takes me to the bridge over the one and only highway crossing the bridge comes the main road. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa cheers me on, holding out a water bottle saying I can make the sandhya and sliding under the tag I do.
As usual for a Friday night, Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari take themselves deep into the jungle for their evening pastimes and when they feel tired, take their rest.

Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari bring their own abode of paradise and dressed in this yellow and black makes me think of bumblebees. So sing the folks of the seva asrama. Then they sing about ducks and cakravaka birds who play in the waters flowing from Mahaprabhu's pastimes and they pray for those waters to appear on their tongues that have become dessert dry by only speaking of the gramya katha.
The narcissus leis today add their own fragrance to the whole asrama purifying all directions and planting gaura smaranam
The ratha-bhojana-vrksa sent me off to see the morning stars rising today. I took the long way there through the village and the wharf. The opal cliff to the point of the hook and then trailer heaven back to see the sufferers who are back out with the vanishing rain, like us pedalers. The windmill is flying the skull and cross bones today but I don't believe they knew I was long John Silver's great great grandson. Then I saw some people I know, much smarter than I, hiding in the five branches and working for the public radio. The redone road took me to the theater, which has gone dark again. But the gecko is waving as he trues a wheel. I sprint on to get the best spot for viewing the rising stars. Turning back I stop to turn on the lights at the tennis park where one of the locals tosses a Frisbee with their dog. On past the toad and the basketball park to the big road the lights are with me as I write this fragmental sentence. The long and winding takes me past the rath-bhojana-vrksa, but the tree has gone to sleep. The sandhya is waiting as I climb the drive and the mail I've collected falls on the pavement.
This evening as I was helping Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari into their nightdress and then into bed I came out and what to my curious eyes appeared? Well, I saw vraja-kissing durvasa muni under the math logo! What a laugh it could have been had bimala walked in and saw vraja kissing durvasa muni tonight. In the meantime, on beds decorated with divya aromatic flowers Guru-Gauaranga Gandharvika-Giridhari happily took rest though they lie down only for a moment and then got back up to engage in their nocturnal pastimes.

Made in the land of dhotis and offered on Nrsinghacaturdasi, the beige and orange fusion, but take what I say in another way and it’s plain to see that I’m in a state of confusion. It couldn’t be that the tailor was mistaken. No part needed remakin’. The fusion wasn’t to adjust. To finish this one it was simply a must. The fluffy carnation leis arranged keeping everyone amazed.
There is a tree that comes from the side of the road and stands there to capture all those inattentive. Our leader, our guide has taught to respect that tree is the way to a successful ride. The village calls me to the wharf that spins me along to the east cliff where the warmer and drier day brings out sufferers by the score. Joggers three across with their doublewide strollers force us pedalers beyond the barriers of the lane look out for the cars! Another act lights up the theater this evening and the gecko claps. The cruiser king stands in review as along with a couple of others we pass by his post. This is going to be a three paragraph sentence to satisfy the grammar check that is waiting with bated breath to call it a fragment as I pedal through the triangle right at the dog wash to the harbor where the boats are out on the bay between the lakes to the point and onto the big road. As I get back onto the long and winding just at the ratha-bhojana-vrksa I pass a couple of fellow pedalers. They look to be stronger and faster than I but some how they don’t keep my pace. Perhaps it’s that Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are pulling me back for the madyakalika service. As I come before them the leis maker is there and questions my breathless perspiration. “They pulled me back in a quick, I think they’re ready for lunch”
The lotus nails this evening also a Nrsinghacaturdasi offering. A warmer night invites them to dance under the near new moon and engage in their pastimes with happiness.

Tuesday, February 5
Gandharvika with a blue sari today, it ain't no jive, she's the finest serving potency alive. Bhakta Blade has seen this outfit before and it was easy to see that i was influenced by things like love the world and let your fancy flow today as there was imaginative jewelry today. From Gandharvika's belt a star spiraled and two necklaces combine to form one for Mahaprabhu. Rose leis along with leaves and petals fill out the scene.
At first i concentrated on the pada padma and the instruction to respect the ratha-bhojana-vrksa i sprint by on to where King Midas had his jester meet me with a joke. The traffic forced me along to turn around at the whaler's. Then along the path to visit the bear who sends me back for the vaikalika service. The vrksa nods in response to my folded palms. With the waking done the vrksa calls me back out. This time around to the village and the wharf. From the opal cliff to the point of the hook. Along to the windmill and redone road. The theater is lit for this evening's show. i see the gecko smiling from out behind a repair stand as i sneak through the triangle. Next comes the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. The harbor is active as i go along to see the toad. He helps along to the soccer pitch where the lights have come on so i head down the big road to the long and winding one. The tree watches in silence s i pray for sun. The sandhya waits.
Riding on a horse of a different color Vamsi dasa babaji enters Marakata Mani Puri talking like a pirate. Bhakta Blade sings of super excellent pada jamuns while Guru-Gauranga Gandharivka -Giridhari go on enjoying like anything on this clear and chilly night

When the devotees went to that famous murtiwalla to pick up this dress they’d ordered months before and saw it wasn’t what they had asked for. The shop owner had these words to say “Silk saris with pure gold thread, twelve piece mukuts on their heads. Cashmere chodders so fine they can pass them through their rings. Stack the diamonds up and all around they buy them by the pound. And do you do? I want to know, and then you expect to get the outfit the way you want? No guarantee that’s what I’ll give! Oh come here and watch how the money talks! Talk, talk, talk see what happens when you let your money talk.”
The leis of roses, leaves, petals and carnations with gerbera daisies in the center set them off just right.
The tree once again has let the sunshine in and so all us pedalers have gone off through the village and by the wharf up the hill to the opal cliff and then to the point of the hook. Around the fruit market to the soccer pitch then backtrack to the street parallel to the big road. Joining the big road to the long and windy one where the tree warned me of the wind today and on for the vaikalika service
Baby blue, yeah that’s what you can call this nightdress, he’s got a name for every other dress. Even the holy places have names like where the Ganga doesn’t flow is called the Radhadesa. He called the last Monday nightdress the grateful dvip.

Radha and Krsna's circle is small while Mahaprabhu expands it to include one and all
witness the dogs of kali who've heard his clarion call. Gandharivka's belt meets on her left side, Mahaprabhu's sash is wide and Giridhari wears his cumberbun on the vest's inside. Nadia's full moon makes our troubles puny and small, just join the sankirtan and easily leap over the illusory wall
The ratha-bhojana-vrksa keeps the rain away and around the hosptial curve, over Saint Dagwood's river and past the tennis park. The gecko is turning wrenches while i pass on my way through the triangle. The harbor is quiet i sprint on to the point of the hook and the opal cliff into the village past the wharf and over the bridge up and around the fruit market. Then the wharf road to the long and winding and the tree who is pulling me back to the vaikalika service.
In the ninth there are Mahaprabhu, Gandharivka and Giridhari coming up to engage in their divine play