After the foam is off the butter
And the last out has been made in the ninth
They'll be dancing ecstatically in rich creamy silk framed in red
And the Taylor still says 'no! You can't have it your way!'
Sumanas flowers when offered at the feet of Mahaprabhu are more valuable than the bestest of rose and today the sumanas garlands tickle their toes.
Today a stagecoach driver gave me the call so to the tree let praises be it's time to meet the man with the strong box and then pedal on free. Away over the bridge and the florist the football field is on the right and then the curve to the left. Saint Dagwood's river runs deep and the redone road beckons then points the way to the natasala that is dark tonight. The gecko is there to guide me through the triangle as usual and then the dog wash. The harbor and the skull and cross bones are out over the windmill. The point of the hook puts me in the direction of the opal cliff and then the wharf road. The main road and the long and winding one delivers me to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa to thank it for watching over me during the adventure.
Everyone knows the names of the holy places in the world and this nightdress has its name too. “They call east Bengal the Radhadesa, call this baby blue” and Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari take their rest in beds decorated with aromatic flowers.

Panthas tu koti satto vatsaro sampragamya
Vayur athapi manasa muni pungavanam
So py asti yat prapado simya avicintya tattve
I worship Govinda the primeval lord the tips of the toes of who’s lotus feet are approached by the yogis who come to the parvivyoma by controlling the breath and the jnanis who separate the transcendental from the mundane.
While Mahaprabhu had gathered his devotees and was dancing through the streets a vision of Gandharvika’s sari came into my mind along with sight of her toes. That crowed the song out of my mind thus there was a pause ‘till sarvasya ca ham hrdi sanivisto matha smrtira jnana apo hanam ca yes my memory was restored. Then during the dressing i saw how yesterday’s short sari started a trend. First a simple extra little ruffle, today the last full measure is decorated and meant to become visible since the sari portion rises and falls due to being gathered making a valiance.
This fabric is like the color of foam on ghee. That’s how it got it’s name, havir bhu.
From the door of the seva asrama, respects to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa, and to the florist’s shop. Around the curve and over the bridge to the toad’s road the toffee nose is there with his famous green flag. One of the folks appears in front of me driving to an event that would have drawn so many from the “old country”. At the go light I had the chance to say to them “we meet again I see”. They made their turn and I continued on to the soccer pitch and beyond. With the pitch on the right I went over the opal cliff and to the point of the hook. The natasala is waiting for the second show. I pass the gecko’s but he’s gone home for the night. Around to the cruiser king’s reviewing stand where once again the toffee noses makes his snotty presence felt. At the triangle one beast barely misses me. Then the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot is also empty for the night. Back to the harbor and between the lakes. The east cliff is full of sufferers since the sun has shown it’s self today. The wharf road leads me on to the seva asrama and sandhya service declares.
In the ninth, tonight’s dress, Guru Maharaja appeared to connect us all to the highest conception of the line of Sri Rupa. Dressed in that way Guru-Gauranga-Gandharvika-Giridhari
Dance the night away

March 29, 2008
They say if your ankles show you’re not chaste
So when this sari showed the tips of Gandharvika’s toes the seamstress added an extended ruffle to the slip in haste
To peek out the bottom and show Her proper taste.
Mahaprabhu’s royal blue with gold and red trim picked up the blue ribbon in Gandharvika’s sari and the red jewels on Giridhari’s coat and sash.
Traditional yellow for Giridhari and his chodder floats on the usual breeze as he turns pirouettes in beneath the trees.
Hyacinth leis with whole roses spiked in to give just enough weight to keep them out of their faces and overpowering them with the fragrance.
With the rain all but gone the tree calls me down again. Good King Midas’s former thrown witnesses my passing and the gecko is glad to see that not all have stayed away. His season is getting busy now but he helps me through the triangle so I’ll be around tomorrow. The skull and cross bones fly over the windmill again. The sunny cove is chilly today as it’s an icy wind that blows against the pedalers. The wharf road takes me back for vaikalika service. Where the Kernel of Divine love had some service descend to him today. That was to compare the cupid of our culture and kamadeva of the Vedanta.
The most blessed event is being allowed to end the day by dressing Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari in their nightdress of the same name and helping them into their beds decorated with aromatic flowers where they can drink saffron banana khir all night long.

Srimati Gandharvika had a dream one night. An ecstatic dream it was too. She dreamed that her lord had appeared to taste some incredible. That love which his dear most receive as reciprocal for their love.
The more he tasted he fell to the ground in divine trance. “I can't let that happen, I shall cover you with my own self” she said. Thus the yellow and blue combine in this dress as green, Mahaprabhu.
The raindrops fell today, still the tree called out counting on me, I must have past about half past four. Though the clouds were full of water and they blocked out the springtime sun, I took shelter of Mr. Roy G. Biv and pedaled until the system was done. The gecko had an umbrella that covered us in a sufficiently though the clouds were full of water and they blocked out the springtime sun. The boats all stayed in the harbor and we went right on by the skull and cross bones flew. The sunny cove was empty the sufferers stayed away from there and the east cliff too. The wharf road brought me back after the gecko had returned to his own place. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa was glad to see I had sense to come in out of the weather to engage in the vaikalika service and later the sandhya.
Under the cover of darkness Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari dressed themselves in the white with flowers woven in deep within the far off jungle and prepared to dance all night.

Three dedicated angles from the dedicated land have come down to save me in this life
“Follow our path” they said “We’ll take you to Mahaprabhu’s home where we can all laugh and enjoy kirtan again”
That’s the way they’ve tried to elevate the consciousness of the folks and I and take us high over the mundane
Once again sumanas leis swing ‘round their necks as they dance together along with ecstatic love.
Sri ratha-bhojana-vrksa jaya vrksa jaya jaya vrksa! And it’s off around the main road through the parking lots and over the coast line highway cruisers are returning from the beach and students on their fixed gears fly back to their classrooms. Taking a left over a gulch to the toad road. He follows me to the soccer pitch and then turns back. As he says good-bye I set my sight on the wharf and on through the village to the east cliff. The point of the hook sees Johnny Law having a friendly discussion with a few locals. The redone road takes me to the natasala. The gecko takes me to the sea again where the big blue whale’s skeleton is being observed by some seasoned citizens who are quite amazed that the toffee nose won’t let me end this sentence, “revise revise or else!” He cries and shakes his fist in the air. From there we pass the vacationing Bhakta Blade’s kutir. Over the railroad bridge I look to the right and point out to the gecko that the mountain men are thoroughly are in control of the ramps in the park. No tricks right now but they wait in a pack to see who’ll break first.
I leave the gecko at his shop and sprint back to the long and winding to thank the ratha-bhojana-vrksa for a pleasant time of pedaling. Then the sandhya is going on and I’m in time to circle another holy tree.
It’s a miracle mom, the night dress for this evening, that by the grace of the angles we are able to get some contact with these pastimes and play a part in their performance here as they take their rest.

March 26
Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are calling all the folks from near and far
To come take darsana of them in their dress called Superstar.
When they see them with their fluffy sumanas flower leis it knocks them right off their feet
Mahaprabhu in his turban lets them all know whoever they are or whatever they maybe Superstar is he and they all fall flat singing the praise of the golden lord
Around for Mahamuni's post and the lion's park the toffee nose is there today with his green underline revise he cries.
Up the snob hill sprinting through the village overtaking a cruising mountain man by the wharf. The opal cliff has sufferers returning to their carriers to dash away dash away all the way home.
The sunny cove is full of combers with bon fires starting. A team comes from the opposite direction as I continue between the lakes. The harbor is quiet and the natasala has a band playing. The gecko is far too busy this evening to come out with me but he tosses me a spoke wrench as a talisman for the chase through the triangle. The tennis park is empty right now and as I swing by the toad he waves and thumbs me up. The soccer pitch is on the right as usual and the wharf road takes winding and me to the long as the ratha-bhojana-vrksa gives me a push to the sandhya.
The lotus nails this evening lets me know that if I take a look from a different way it's easy to say that this one is an orange dress. But they are on their way to dance under the clear and starry night.

March 25
Let's go out to a play or should we go and catch a show? Syama, Nila and Aruna are LIVE at the arena of pure consciousness. It's black, blue and pink with a little purple mixed in. Giridhari has one of his most experimental jackets in this outfit, kind of inside out pleats that are a bit big.
The leis are wild yet tasteful today. “My boy thought the one with the irises should be for Giridhari” the maker told me as I opened the curtain to show that in fact He had taken that one.
Faster than a toffee nose shouting “fragment!” Respecting the ratha bhojana-vrksa as a powerful force pedaling onto the main road along to the bridge over the highway under construction. The petroleum-guzzling beasts force me to the whaler's detailing center. Then it's along to the post office around the dog wash to meet the gecko as we planed yesterday. He takes me by Mr. Kong's; he says he loves our bodies, to avoid the triangle and sprint around the harbor. Between the lakes is a group of sufferers crossing over and back. Tracing the east cliff over a special pedaler's path but today there are joggers, muggers and thieves to keep us honest. The opal takes us to the soccer pitch and beyond. The toad has his stopwatch out as we pass. A trailer court is on the right and we continue to where he takes a left to get back to his shop and I go right to get back for the sandhya. On to where the guys doing their road work are setting up a stoplight. Crossing with the light to the long and winding to thank the tree for such a fun session.
And who should come ridding into town this evening? Why that's Vamsi dasa babaji, on a horse of a different color entering Manakati Mani Puri and he's talking like a pirate about how Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are enjoying the beginning of spring.

March 24
From Mahaprabhu’s purple kirta with gold paisley pattern to Gandharvika’s purple sari and two sequin peacocks on the palo. Lotus flowers on Giridhari’s red coat made this the first red outfit they were offered.
Rose petal leis are so wonderful. Light enough so they don’t feel them yet enough to accent the way their bodies move as they dance across the stage.
Quickly past the ratha-bhojana-vrksa saluting as I go. Taking the main road and around the parking lots over the bridge where a team is sprinting to the finish. The gecko awaits as he’s finished his day’s work and pedals along with me. To the harbor and between the lakes to hear the toffee nose cry “Fragment!” Sufferers are back in school today or where ever they go so the east cliff is quiet. The toad road leads us on to the wharf road which takes me to the main road. The long and winding one carries us past the tree and we fold our palms and sprint on for the vaikalika service. The gecko turns at the drive and promises to meet me again tomorrow.
They call east Bengal the Radhadesa, call this one baby blue is the nightdress tonight. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari enjoy their pastimes to the fullest extent in the warming night.

Gandharvika has bells on the ruffles of her skirt and so all the darvesas say “she’ll be there with bells on” ‘cause she’s a servant so very very fine. Mahaprabhu and Giridhari have mostly green with a bit of purple mixed in.
Leis of petals and whole carnations that are neat and light so while they dance they won’t feel weighed down.
The ratha-bhojana-vrksa led me down quite a path today. Quietly in the beginning around the main road to the post office near the triangle where the toffee nose threw his green flag “Fragment! Fragment!” He cried. That was enough diversion to get through the triangle so I just kept my hands on the drops and pedaled along to the gecko but he had taken the day off. Back down the pedaler’s ramp to the tennis park. A car accident blocked the redone road and a detour was taken. A couple of blocks toward the bay and then right round another corner to that took all of us back to the redone road. On my way to the natasala a cat crossed the road so I took another detour to avoid it following a Hindu superstition. Back and then around again to the shopper’s corner that was closed for the celebration of he who had risen from the dead the toffee nose isn’t satisfied with this sentence either. “Fragment! Revise or die!” The cruiser king helps me through the triangle in the absence of the gecko. Sprinting down the pedaler’s ramp again to the bear’s house and the wharf road that comes to the main road. From there it’s bowing to the tree and the sandhya that brings home the last bit of celebrants.
The touch that kills is the nightdress. The red satin and creamy white makes it easy for them to dance the night away tonight.

It was Gaura Purnima, can you remember
Which year it was? It’s written down on the old calendar, looking through the closet room so I won’t be wrong.
It’s such a happy day as I hear them sing
Such an ecstatic feeling it’s time for the arati bell to ring
Folks coming to celebrate and hear the pravacan
i thought i saw my cousin Ben but i could be dead wrong.
Mahaprabhu is peeking through the drawn curtain
'cause i'm dressing him in this dress and taking too long
Ganga Yamuna style, called Nadia Sasadhara
a name of Mahaprabhu from the mangala arati song.
A bulb burned out on the altar and so i pedaled off for a new one. "Respects to Thee, Ratha-bhojana-vrksa" i pray so happily going by. Not so many people out maybe 'cause they're getting ready for a different celebration. The gecko is closing and so can only shout out "They can't stop you now" with that talasman i make through the triangle and to the harbor. The boats are out as i pass under the skull and cross bones. Some several have gathered in the sunny cove for a bon fire and to share the afternoon. On the east cliff a father and his boy are pedaling together. He tells him to make a left on the same road i am so i increase my speed to put as much distance between them as i can get. The lumber yard is closed since it's late in the day and i go around the opal cliff where some of the sufferers are on their way home and peeling off their wet suits. Keeping the soccer pitch on my right i head to the wharf road and on the the main one. At the go light there is a "sweet shop" on my right and i take the right onto the long and winding. There is a deer crossing the road to meet it's mate and i again step up my pace to try and avoid them. They're big and i don't want to get hit by them. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa seems to approve and smile as i pass under it's branches. The sandhya awaits and so i pedal into the barn and get ready for the service.
Such a blessed event as dressing them in the nightdress of the same name. Mahaprabhu's crown balls to the floor as i begin to shut the door so i go back and replace it then turn out the light and wonder what may happen for the rest of the night.

March 21, 2008, Gaura Purnima
Gaura Purnima. A deep hue of teal blue and hot pink. Giridhari has a patka in the teal color. In the morning gold jari crowns but in the afternoon the hair dresser put some blue flowers in Mahaprabhu’s hair that told me that they wanted the flower crowns and effulgence. “Simha rasi simha lagna says a blue ribbon personality will soon appear” I said as I pushed back the curtain to reveal the new garlands, crowns and effulgence after the vaikalika service was complete and that turns out to be the name of this one.
The ratha-bhojana-vrksa had to help me extra after my respects today. With the vrata and late night I was ready for the glue factory today. Still I had to take the darsana of the gecko and the cruiser king around the harbor to the east cliff. The road went on for long enough to go past the wharf and through the village next to the fire and police officer station. Rounding the corner and cresting the snob hill I keep the lion’s club on my left and then make a left at the main road and trace it to the long and winding, bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and then slide in for the sandhya.
With the party over Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari put on their deep within the far off jungle night dress and happily enjoy their pastimes.

After not only hearing the pastimes of Gandharvika and Giridhari from a male and female parrot but also visualizing them Mahaprabhu began to watch the dancing of the peacocks with great curiousity. Seeing the lotus feet of Mahaprabhu the peacocks swooned in ecstasy. So on this kirta they have swooned to be taken from the original backdrop and added to this dress.
As the leis maker walked along the periwinkle path today she couldn't not pick them for the leis of the day. Even though they were wilted by the end of the day Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari acentuated their natural beauty.
Passing with the ratha-bhojana vrksa on my right hand side i go off past Mahamuni's post box, the lion's club and village on my way to see the stars rise. Several ped-ex employees were out today. Around the gecko's shop by the harbor and between the lakes. The soccer pitch pulled me through and around to the wharf road. The long and winding took me to offer respect to the tree and get back to see the decorators were there.
And through it all Krsna is a brahmacari. They are taking rest a little early this evening to get ready for the celebration coming tomorrow.

Long ago in a society far away the Deities would appear like this. Giridhari's coat and chodder flying in the breeze as the music of his flute would fill the air. Gandharvika's veil would center on the top of her head and flair out as if she walked straight into the wind and fill the atmosphere with nectarean aroma becoming a guru to reveal service to Giridhari. While Mahaprabhu danced jumping high at this vision his dhoti and chodder would remain flat at his side and the sumanas flower leis break and scatter on the ground.
From Mahamuni's post box to through the village and the lion's park. The wharf and opal cliff are packed with sufferers as the days stretch out and the waves roll in. The little chill in the mist from the beach sees us pedalers in colorful team windbreakers. Darting in and out of the joggers, lovers and mothers with their babes in strollers the sunny cove yields to the redone road and the natasala. The gecko comes up from behind saying wait up and I'll get you through the triangle. Together we pedal to the ramp to the bridge. i go on to the bear's house and he on to the tennis court and back to his shop. The florist and the parking lots take me back to offer returning respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and the vaikalika service.
Oh deer dough, have you seen Krsna? His most intimate devotees asked everyone they saw for they knew he would be dancing the night away this evening in the cool moon rays.

Where is Bhakta Blade tonight? Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are wearing one of his favorite outfits and he’s not here to relish it. The deep blue and gold topped with the peacock crowns and effulgence and he is not here. The sequins on Mahaprabhu’s kirta and the flowers embroidered on Giridhari’s coat. Gandharvika’s skirt with the gold diamonds as the end but he is in the middle east with an employee of the uso. “I forgot to get flowers today” the lei maker told me today. “So I have to use sumanas flowers. “ Mostly petals with clusters of whole ones in three or four places with enough care that they form a wonderful frame for the jewelry they’re wearing today.
The idea of road construction sends me in an opposite direction today. Instead of passing in review of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa I go out through the hastidhvara. Up the steep hill and then the hair raising descent into the village past the snob hill. The opal cliff to the sunny cove and the skull and cross bones Ha! Shrieks the toffee nose I caught you trying to use a fragment! That brings the gecko out from behind the repair stand to safely bring me through the triangle on to the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. There he has to get back to the tune-up he was in the middle of and I on to the harbor between the lakes where the sufferers are showing each other their best moves. The big road takes me across the bridge over the construction in progress highway. On the way one of the folks passes me in his van. He goes by but at a stop sign I see he is on the cross street. I make the left to rejoin the big road as he also does. Getting to the bridge he takes the exit onto the under construction highway and I go on to offer respect to the tree. The sandhya awaits and then setting Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Girihdari’s plates.
Pralad-a-dad is this evening’s nightdress. Rain may be in the forecast but They are headed out to dance under the stars and the waxing moon.

Have you seen Gandharvika’s complexion of molten gold? Like Giridhari’s dhoti gold lemay
Mahaprabhu in dark red and blue along with the yellow and green flowers in Giridhari’s chodder and Gandharvika’s orange skirt with indigo diamonds. Giridhari’s purple kirta finishes the color scheme it’s got all the colors of the rainbow. Sumanas flower leis offered at their feet diminish all mundane desire and adds to the effect of the rainbow.
Pedaling along respecting the ratha-bhojana-vrksa I came upon a pedaler who was magic. Green suit and tie like the stove pipe hat upon his head. He said he had pot of gold at the end of the rainbow but I’d have to catch him first. We took off along the usual way of the tennis park and the toad road. Crossing the big road to the soccer pitch then the opal cliff. The point of the hook found me still a wheel’s length behind but gaining. Between the lakes and up by the public radio on to the redone road to the natasala where I teamed up with the gecko, surely he couldn’t out pedal both of us. Around the shopper’s corner and by the cruiser king in the dangerous triangle he slipped away pounding on a tree that opened up and he was gone. The gecko had to get back to work and so I went on to the harbor and the skull and cross bones. Tracing the east cliff I headed for the wharf road so I could get back for the vaikalika offering and bow at the tree.
Today is the day all the ordinary people wear the green but it’s Monday night so Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari wear their baby blue and go out dancing. They create their own festival not caring for any outsiders.

A year ago with blue backdrop bold while sankirtan filled the air
the curtain opened to show the yellow and blue with sumanas effulgence in their hair.
The seamstress had said no need for more blue trim
but Mahaprabhu brought these mukuts and hars
so a call went out to bring bring more in
When the folks saw Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari in this dress they all exclaimed Navadvipa tailors came through and everything looks nice
we are all a sumanas child
Fittingly the leis are of sumanas flowers and petals today.
Respect just what does it mean to the tree? i pedaled along to the left on the main road to the post box zone then the lion's park to the village and the wharf. The opal cliff and the point of the hook to the redone road. The pavement near the boardwalk where the walkers tried to take the lead i was able to dart in and out of the crowd. Several bmx-ers crossed the road and swarmed around me i was able to pedal through them. Downtown past the copy shop with cruisers, roadies and mountain men. Then the avenue rounding the navapatra and over the bridge the gecko follows me through the triangle and to the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. The harbor where the boats are out in the sunny afternoon. He leaves me at the sunny cove breaking for the spaghetti factory. Continuing along the east cliff to the wharf road and the main one to the long and winding. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa seems to smile and nod as i lean on my handlebar while i pass in respect. A pedaler up ahead comes into my sight and virtually pulls me faster along. The sandhya is waiting while i get ready.
In the ninth there is no need for chodders, the warmth has returned. Dressing early they enjoy forever their night pastimes.

March 15, 2008
Even in the light of failing health and advancing age he wants to stay in harness and so allows his followers to dance before his eyes like mirrors on Jagannatha's chariot which calls him to all corners of the universe
Leis of hyacinths, Giridhari has a turban once again while Gandharvika and Mahaprabhu have tiaras today sparkling like a million moons and cooling all mundane desire
After the clouds had all gone there was to be no more rain and so ratha-bhojana-vrksa called me out again. Pedaling along the main road around the curve where I met a team coming the opposite direction. Exchanging waves I went around the tennis park and the windmill to the east cliff. Along the wharf road to the main road once again where the toffee nose tossed his green flag and said “revise or die!” Reaching the gecko i went on since he was to busy with a headset to come and join me today. As I past the cruiser king I was given my fair share of abuse. A driver saw me coming and quickly changed lanes trying to pin me in the triangle somehow my gecko talisman kept him at bay and I got through to see him back in the same position he had sprang from. On down the main road to the new ramp over Saint Dagwood's River where once again the toffee nose cries “fragment”. The big road takes me to the tree and I bow my head and sprint back for the sandhya.
With the stars out tonight, the most blessed event is the nightdress. Chodders since there is a spring chill in the air and they intend to dance all night

"Oh my dear, this is not what i came to talk about. i came to talk about the pink turban and purple coat that Giridhari is wearing today. Mahaprabhu's skinny chodder and Gandharvika's pink sari yeah that's what i came to talk about. It was offered for Guru Maharaja's appearance some nine years ago. Poor young seamstress, didn't have a panjicka and the first day near it is the Govardhana Puja. When she was teased about the "Govardhana Puja outfit" she named it by saying "Shut up kid." Leis of narcissus and jonquils along with irises. The heart shape always melts the minds of those who take it's darsana.
Well every day the sun can't shine and today there was sunshine mixed with large raindrops. Since they were large it was not so hard to find the space between them to pedal along the main road after respecting the ratha-bhojana-vrksa to meet up with the resourceful gecko who carried in his pocket an umbrella big enough for the both of us to pedal past the cruiser king and on to the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot then to the harbor, between the lakes and the skull and cross bones. Further on to the big road and there the soccer pitch. The wharf road to the long and winding where the tree waits for all to bow. In for the vaikalika with the sandhya sure to follow.
With the clouds parting, there seemed to be some time to steal into the far off jungle for a long night's dance in the white nightdress.

Once upon a time, or however many times you like, two old sadhus sat deep in discussion in their native Bengali language. Not being able to understand I was left to guess but I thought best not to and just continue dressing Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari as I should. Still as their voices became more animated and the excitement level grew I couldn't help but wonder. Then one took the hand of the other and said, in English, “Die t o live!” I thought perhaps, as when another sadhu had asked a priest what he offered his Deities, these two were discussing what was being offered for the Madhya kalia bhoga offering.
The narcissus and jonquil leis today with their yellow color and the multicolored roses went well with the shade of yellow and olive of today's dress. “With the purple roses in Mahaprabhu's lei, it would go better with a purple outfit” the maker told me, but as the folks were singing this morning “all the plants, trees, creepers and flowers are dancing in the ecstasy of 'Gaura Prema'”
The overcast and dense fog gave way to enough sunshine to call me out for pedaling once again. Some several errands to be about under the watchful ratha-bhojana-vrksa not to speak of old toffee nose who is intensely alert to whistle any unforgivable sins in the form of fragments. The parking lots take me past the former palace of good King Midas and around the hospital curve over the Saint Dagwood river. Around the tennis park and the skull and cross bones. The east cliff reveals the unconscious sufferers as they think they are enjoying in the low tide. The soccer pitch is empty today so I go on through the village and back to the long and winding road to bow to the tree and check the vaikalika service. Back again to the florist shop and beyond. The gecko can't join today but waves encouraging words so I'll round shopper's corner. The triangle catches me for a few moments but chanting the “isvara sarva bhutanam hrd-dese 'rjuna tisthati bhramayan sarva bhutani yantrarudhani mayaya” mantra I break free of the spell and on to the harbor. Taking the left to the toad's house I see he's working out heavy. The basketball park is full of a pick-up game. The wharf road urges me on to the long and winding once again to fold my palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and return for the sandhya
A fitting and proper night for Giridhari full of fragments that sends the toffee nose into seven shades of ecstasy blowing his whistle and throwing his flag and just having a grand time. He tried on the new outfit he'll wear for Gaura Purnima before slipping into the nightdress for this evening, a lion on the chase.

Fixing an outfit in which half is backward
But the seamstress is so expert that it doesn’t seem to matter if it’s backward it’s alright
It’s right how it should be all right how it should be.
Just take some sheer cloth from there and make a sash to hide this extra seem. Add some bright colors to use as pleats; the rest becomes the kirtas if the folks don’t know they won’t know that they don’t know how it was fixed. Fluffy leis of sumanas flowers cover small details since the native tailor was blind.
Near the ratha-bhojana-vrksa today saw a gravel crew but still I they let me pedal through. Mahamuni’s post box called and I collected. The store on the sunny side was selling cheap today. While talking with chuck the light changed and I took off up the rise and floated down through the village, right on by the wharf back up a new rise circling the opal cliff. The bear’s house also had roadwork going on. “How much road construction can go on in this little hamlet?” the question hung in the air. Left at the shopping Mecca to get to the road of the tennis park. The redone road and the gecko who is aligning a headset so he has to wait to join. Around the shopper’s corner and past the cruiser king where toffee nose throws his green flag ‘a fragment, a fragment goes back three words and revise the sentence!’ He screams but unafraid the gecko catches up to me and helps me through the triangle and on to the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. There he returns to adjust the chain rings he left. I pedal on to the harbor and between the lakes to the big road. The long and winding is now more gravel than anything and the crew works on but I still respect the tree in honor of SGM’s instruction. The vaikalika service awaits and I perform.
Look at this night dress in a different way and it’s easy to say that it’s not green but just see how Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari have invited so many friends this evening to enjoy the season of spring that’s beginning to manifest.

“I’ll have to give you an award for contrast today” Bhakta Blade says to me as he takes darsana. “This jewelry especially for Gandharvika has so many fantastic colors but her sari is the color she chooses for herself.” Rose leis along with hyacinth flowers give the whole temple a fragrance that steals minds from mundane attractions. A valence borrowed from another for the backdrop today to add just that extra pinch of camphor to the contrast.
On this sunny afternoon the ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls all peddlers it can to offer respects. On to the main road to the lion’s park around the snob hill a pair of peddlers going in the opposite direction have their lights on their helmets. “Odd” I think “the light has returned now what need is there for a candle on their heads when the sun is staying longer?” The opal cliff and the point of the hook take me past the skull and cross bones. The natalasa is dark until the end of the week. The gecko is closing but quickens his pace to follow me to Bhakta Blades kutir. There is only one mountain man in the park and no skateboarders. On the way back the monque with his big belly is jumping over the melancholy and chasing us back to the triangle where as usual the gecko and I part ways he to the wheel and I to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa to bow my head once again and witness the sandhya.
Riding on a horse of a different color we enter Marakata Mani Puri talking like pirates, hmmm maybe it’s the skull and cross bones I saw today. None the less Guru-Gauranga Gandharvka-Giridhari go on enjoying like anything.

As the folks took darsana of Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari they meditated upon them all day with Their rusty dhoti and pants, a sari of heavenly cloud and leis of sumanas flowers just as fragrant as plumerious but what really got their attention was Giridhari’s amazing chodder.
Around the ratha-bhojana-vrksa to the main road keeping good King Midas on my left going on to the curve and on to the redone road down to the natasala and the gecko who is too busy adjusting brakes to see me through the triangle so I go it alone. Without a proper guide all is lost and the triangle casts it’s spell upon me and so I go looping around. When I get released I head for the harbor where the boats are on their way in and the sunny cove sends me back to the big road and on to the long and winding one. About half way to the asrama the ratha-bhojana-vrksa steps out and just stands there until I finish offering namaste and then it allows me to go on to the vaikalika service.
Baby blue this evening as the warm night entices Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari out to dance in the moonlight.

March 8
Giridhari, my dear most friend, returning to your association brings the highest joy. The early morning will see us playing in the pasture with the cows. Enjoying in the fields will be our topmost ecstasy. One day that will be ours.
Seeing Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari in this pink and white dress, pasture media time, with the full and petal rose leis from the vamya hasta maker causes everyone to chant, dance and loose mundane conception.
Ratha-bhojana-vrksa suggests Mahamuni’s post box and around the lion’s park. Climbing the snob hill and descending through the village along the wharf and to the hook. Pointing to the sunny cove and the redone road the gecko comes from behind to lead me past the cruiser king’s stand and through the tretchorus triangle. The harbor is empty the boats are on the bay the sufferers are out and I dart in and out of packs of them on my way to the big road. The long and winding one lets me respect the tree and wake the Deities on time.
The most blessed event tonight as the kala rupa takes back an hour and lets Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari dance the night away.
March 9
While night had come with it’s legions of purple and pink hues the middle struck the hour, SGM took birth. Full sumanas flower leis added to the elegance of this day’s dress. All who came swooned with happiness.
The main road around the parking lots and up the rise where King Midas once stood, I make my turn at the remade curve to pass over Saint Dagwood’s river. Crossing over to the opal cliff the groups of trainers provide goals to pass and keep up with. Along the redone road to the natasala where once again the gecko joins in ha! Exclaims old toffee nose, I caught you trying to write a fragment! Over the railroad bridge and on to Bhakta Blade’s kutir where he is taking the name once again the toffee nose is also there throwing his fragment flag. The skateboarders and mountain men are together in the park turning three sixties and superman’s flips on our way to the monque’s house. Passing through the triangle the gecko says ‘good-bye’ and I go on to the pirate’s field and the florist is on the left. A tourist is ahead with panniers and flashing lights so I duck into the parking lot and come out the other side. The long and winding road takes me to the tree to fold my palms and say thanks again, to return for the sandhya time.
The red and cream Chinese silk from Nrsinghacaturdasi, with is embroidered flowers and rich texture that’s the touch that kills. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari enjoy their pastimes with full happiness and leave everyone to take their rest and start in the morning once again.

March 7,2008
Vrndavana is a land where there is the humming of bumblebees. Yellow and black on this amyavasya day since Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari don’t wear all black the back drop, Giridhari’s belt, Gandharvika’s choli and Mahaprabhu’s sash are solid black. Still the outfit is mostly yellow with onyx necklaces all ‘round earrings both made by the folks and bought to be offered.
A mail drop at Mahamuni’s post office and then up the snob hill the east cliff comes in and the redone road again leads on this time past the railroad bridge near the “big dipper”. Rolling with the hills sneaking on through the end of downtown and then past the monque who though he may not shout he surely leaps about. The vaikalika service calls me on home and then sandhya sets in.
Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are stealing off deep with in the very near eucyluptus grove. Taking rest only for a moment they enjoy their pastimes with grace and the highest joy.