Walking to the asrama today I came upon a kirtan party
With Mahaprabhu he laughed and cried
Seeing the sight caused the demonic mentality to die
Take a bright star and put it in the middle of a bracelet call this dress Superstar
Leis of sumanas flowers each unique in length and color just to accent the dancer’s flavor
Dashing past the ratha-bhojana-vrksa with all respect I can give. The main road to the lots and the bridge over the first highway passing the cruisers who stop to smell the roses along the way and talk with old toffee nose who takes glee in pointing out all the fragments he can see. Wait Toffee nose wait that’s no fragment you just don’t know as much as you think. On the toad road I come up behind a fellow pedaler. I decide to let him pace me and it works out so well. Without the gecko or cruiser king today he fills in nicely past the navapatra. He keeps me up to speed darting between the other trainers. Over the opal cliff to the radio station where the subject and verb are talking to ol’ toff about crime, jogging and loving he just won’t be satisfied. Then the tennis park is on the right taking the right to the toad road. As the basketball park comes along my pacer leaves and I go on to the wharf road that takes me home to respect the tree and wake Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari.
O deer dough have you seen Krsna? That’s what one of the deer said to me at their house on the way in tonight. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari enjoy their pastimes with great happiness as I shut out the light.

Okay, Murkapujari, tell ‘em the name of this one
Hey, it’s Aruna, Syama and Nila and they’re just waiting here to see you in the arena of the pure consciousness
The source of all beauty, the ultimate truth
The one thing you really need to know
Big and fluffy rose leis the maker perfected the art while in India where a genuine Bengali taught her the bona fide way
The challenge was thrown down. Mail the payments and birthday wishes after the vaikalika and before five. Of course the first thing is to respect the ratha-bhojana-vrksa as SGM instructed us to. Then the main road to the throne of King Midas where the toffee nose sat with his flag just waiting to be thrown “STUPID PUJARI!! DON’T YOU KNOW WHAT A FRAGMENT IS?” He screams as I go by. At the curve I go to the left as usual over Saint Dagwood’s creek. The bear pulls me over for a chat and I remind him of my mission. “OK”, he says, “just type in that and if the toffee nose complains call the eight hundred number” So the time as kept on ticking all the while. Along to the wharf road but instead of taking the route to the asrama I hang a Ralph and go to the opal cliff. The point of the hook leads me on to the gecko land and together we sprint to the post office. I break away and the gecko stays on my wheel. The cruiser king is behind pushing us both along by that push we reach the post office just in time. But there is postage due and machine wants a dollar-two-eighty in coins but I’ve only got seventy-five. Down the stairs and leaping onto the road to the navapatra to get the extra change it’s an in and out program that would make flat foot Floyd proud. Locking up and taking three steps at a time back to the machine. Twenty-two stamps later the second letter is in to box. High fives all around and we start back. The cruiser king drops out at his reviewing stand and the gecko has to take leave just after our smooth crossing through the triangle. Along the harbor and between the lakes I scamper seeing friendly races going on all around. Wharf road takes me home to the place I belong once again and the ratha-bhojana-vrksa is respected one more time. The sandhya greets me as I pedal into the barn.
Stealamani came with Pralad-a-dad this evening. “The veil co-operated well this evening” he told me “It didn’t fall off even once” Then he gave me the MVC, Most valuable contraster for the century award this evening for Giridhari’s necklace. Slowly they got ready for their evening pastimes ready to dance all night long.

During darsana of Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari today we want to hear the butterflies sing verses from the Bhagavad-gita prabhu and wonder when our eyes will be decorated with tears while we sing their holy names.
The weekend's heat has been so much that Mahaprabhu and Giridhari had to shed their velvet coats that they usually wear with this outfit in favor of vests.
More sumanas flower leis today. Arranged with care and hung 'round their necks in hope that they won't feel the weight there.
With all due respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa I take off in the round about way to the navapatra. Dashing down the main road a couple of roadies overtake and ask 'how you been?' They continue toward the whaler but I make the left to cross over the river. Then taking the right I sprint to the tennis park. Next tracing the way between the lakes I glance at the sunny cove which is empty now a strange feeling comes over me remembering the Saturday program there. Along the east cliff watching the sufferers riding the wave in to the beach where others are getting a bon fire ready.
“Let's go” the gecko says to me and we take off for the wharf. There we circle among the traffic and climb the hill over the railroad track. Taking the snob hill by surprise we return to the main road and then the long and winding. We offer respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa once again. Then the gecko turns to go and I continue to complete the vaikalika service.
Blue is the color for Tuesday. With so many shades to choose from this one is trimmed with white for Mahaprabhu and Gandharvika. Giridhari is reversed due his body's hue. In the world of names call this baby blue

This was the Janmastami “gown” that answered the
Bhagavatam’s musical question ‘what’s the value of a
Silk turban if not brought before the Lord and bowed down?’
Ah! The seamstress’ work will show us the worth
While kirtan fills the air
Sumanas leis so precisely planned and neatly arranged
By the maker’s loving left hand.
Cooler heads prevailed today as I respected the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. Slipping out the back to the main road and through the parking lots of those pillars of society. A friendly race broke out when I passed a pedaler and his significant. He couldn’t hang he had demonstrate who’s bad. Even though he was doing that I hung with him and over took him for a second time near the natasala he was surprised and pleased but I think he was more surprised than he was pleased. There the gecko pump a fist in the air and cheered as we blistered the roadway to the navapatra taking the left and saluting the leaping monque. Climbing to Bhakta Blade’s kutir and beyond. We dusted another couple on our way to the great blue whale’s skeletone. The observatory was closed for earth day so we quickly turned about sprinting through the spinner’s church circle on our way to Bhakta Blade’s kutir one more time. As we crossed the bridge the mountain men had their nets out and were catching the big air. At the base of the buttery’s hill we passed once again a pedaler we had overtaken on our way down. Round to speak with the cruiser king for a few minutes. Then through the triangle where gecko ji had to return to close up shop. Alone I went down the pedaler’s ramp and spoke to the bear there. He satisfied me and assured me that it wasn’t he, she or even it that I belong to. The wharf road took me home to the arena of the pure consciousness just as the shank began to blow.
After the sun has gone down it gets cooler still and Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari change into “in the ninth” for their pastimes tonight. Light, easy and quick for them to slip on they happily come to their resting places.

The idea of this outfit is a whole new thing, Giridhari's crown is a lot of wild if the hars, trim and effulgence could speak they'd remind you I was society's freak and named this twice, first “I'm a flower child” In Calcutta purchasing all those extras they felt as if they were in “New York's a go go and everything tastes nice” for the second.
Daisy leis with rose centers flanked by petals and leaves adding to the glory of their dark and fair forms in their play of divine love.
Pedaling today began like any other day offering respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. Off to the hospital curve over Saint Dagwood's river taking the right at the toad road and the toad was off due to today's being Saturday but the toffee nose was there to flash his green pen from his pocket and press it to the paper and in the margin scrawled fragment! Past the navapatra and to the opal cliff the point of the hook and down to the sunny cove. There was celebration going on there and I followed it back to the house it went to. After that the vaikalika called me back and I offered respect to the tree. Passing a cruiser and a tandem on the way up I got there just under the time bell. Back around the southern portion and sprinting all the way back respecting the tree all the way jump to the sandhya all the way.
The most blessed event is this evening's nightdress. Some how the heat had convinced me to just agacca sayana sthanam and turn out the light. But Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari weren't hearing of it. They want to be changed before they start their evening pastimes. So they pulled the strings and made me dance in so many ways that they indeed changed their clothes.

April 25 2008
Giridhari wonders “just what is it that Gandharvika finds so attractive in me?”
“Without being her I can’t ever really know. So we’ll have to come together in this yuga as Mahaprabhu”
With His chief devotees He’ll perform sankirtan to attract the conditioned souls and with His extraordinary beauty as his weapon he’ll kill their demoniac mentality, yes “we’ll come together in this age of kali as Mahaprabhu”
“These roses are bigger once I put them on the string than when I picked them” the leis maker tells me. “I’m teaching my boy how to judge if the roses will keep their form or fall apart by the way they feel” She went on. “These are fluffy roses and they all stay together.”
Crossing the bridge over the very first highway I’ve offered respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and pedaled along the main road to where one of the folks sees me. I don’t see them but they are happy to tell me how they saw me. Saint Dagwood’s creek is there and the gecko is waiting. We make the right and pass the toad road and go on between the lakes where people are on their porch singing and carrying on. A pink tandem is coming the other way and they wave as they pass. We begin to sprint to the east cliff where there are sufferers out in the warm sunshine. Couples pedal all around us both on tandems and also single pedalers doing their errands and sight seeing. Visiting the navapatra for a few minutes. After that the gecko leaves back to his shop and i round the corner to the wharf road. The main road leads on to the long and winding. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa welcomes me back and the sandhya awaits. As i blow the horn the clock strikes the hour.
This evening they wear the "Oh deer dough have you seen Krsna?" Nacite nacite, dancing and dancing they enjoy their night time joy.

This body is given to us to allow us to leave here
By the mercy of and contact with the perfect entity
Everything in this life is meant to teach us how to
Diet Olive
The rich yellow and olive Chinese silk
Trimmed with red sequins and inverted pleats
Attracts our minds to search everywhere for that knowledge
of the way of the Diet Olive.
More sumanas flower leis follow the contours of the dancing of Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari showing the happiness that awaits when we've performed the Diet Olive
Respects to you ratha-bhojana-vrksa, I'm pedaling to the other side of the city. The florist and the field of the clank of the aluminium bat where the beasts force me up to the whaler. Making a three point turn back to the pedaler's ramp and over Saint Dagwood's creek. Leaving the tennis park on my left I cross between the lakes and under the rental housing where the sufferers spend the small amount of time away from the beach. The windmill and sunny cove go by with a wink then around the bend to where sand has blown over the road. Staying down and going over the pedaler's path there are more sufferers, lovers and pickpockets waiting to see any inattentive one to have their way with. Along the opal cliff to the navapatra tailum and fruit to bring back to push into the toffee noses ears so he can't hear and thus throw his green flag. The toad road takes me to the redone one. Approaching the natasala who should I see consumed by one of the beasts but everyone's favorite, Bhakta Blade. He's directing the wanderings of this beast too. He waves as I pass and I repeat “Gaura Premanandi” The gecko and I make it through the triangle to the fall in behind a team training for someday. Boats have left the harbor waiting for their return and so we sprint to the point of the hook. The wharf road beckons me back for the sandhya while the gecko continues past the long and winding. I offer prayer to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa that I might remember sgm always and forever.
The night has a cloud or two in the sky. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari put on their “Lion on the Chase” night dress and go off in search of unending bliss in which they all forget themselves and can behave as little children.

As the Gaura Katha began this morning Bhakta Blade and I shared a joke about who could get the most contrast points today. Our laughter drifted out from behind the curtain and soon we heard “Did I say something wrong?” The boy genius asked “No, Stealamani and I are off in our own little world right now” It won't make the seva asrama news but in my mind the words “Shut up kid” echoed. That caused me to laugh even more but I was able to keep quiet as I buried my face in Giridhari's left arm.
“Gandharvika is too much beautiful today!” The leis maker said upon delivery of the sumanas leis. “Aren't we fortunate?” I asked.
“I tried to make them a little longer today. The past couple of times I've made them I think they were a little short” The leis maker continued.
With rain threatening I pedaled as quickly as I could to make it to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and offer respect. I rounded the southern section on my way past the florist and the sounds of the team huddling on the field. Once again the beasts chased me up to the post office but slipping around the corner and making another hard left I escape along with a fellow pedaler. Bonded together we make it through the triangle on the way to the gecko's. The natalasla is quiet 'till the weekend now after four shows this week. The gecko joins in as we circle around to the crusier king's place. Outside there are a few children in karate uniforms bowing and laughing with each other. The gecko and my previous partner have to take leave there and wish me well through on my return through the triangle. At the corner of the whalers another stronger pedaler overtakes me and I try to keep up. We blaze down the pedaler's ramp and up the hill to the light. He thanks me for joining him as we take the right down to the tennis park. Back to the old profession road where even my new found pedaling companion must go his own way. I take the long and winding to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa to respect Gurudeva's wish that we do that. The vaikalika service is coming and I stealthily make it in and begin. Pedaling again on the main road I get the navapatra. They are pushing locally grown strawberries today. I bring some back to offer in the morning. After respecting the tree one more time a deer comes forward and he says “pardon me” “I've not heard of a young buck such as yourself talking before.” He said “we've got to chew some of that fat. I could only listen for a few minutes before one of the asphalt beasts passed close by that made him say “So long son, I've got to run” 'Me too' I thought and sprinted off to the sandhya.
Lotus nails, offered as a night dress on Nrsimhacaturdasi. Just warm enough for this clear night a wonderful night for a dance under the stars.

The seamstress said to the leis maker
When you come for Gaura Purnima I want you to put some ribbons in the leis
Cause when the lion appears in the time of birth and the zodiac you know a blue ribbon personality will appear
“These roses are all picked from around the grounds and these saffron ones came from my own garden” today’s leis maker told me. And they are fluffy, well put together with centers that smile at everyone.
It was Indra today. He was trying to stop the pedalers but the hearty few were out. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa of course gets all respect. Pedaling along the main road sirens forced me on to the sidewalk up to the whalers. Crossing over then the gecko met up with me at the post office. We went to the harbor and between the lakes. At the sunny cove we leaned to the left and on to the east cliff where the sufferers had deserted due to the drops. Circling around the soccer pitch the gecko leaves for home. Then I went back to the basketball park and on to visit the toad. After a brief talk with the toad, he said that the rain wouldn’t return till later, I made the left and rounded the natasala. Tonight’s show is sold out and the people are lined all the way to the triangle. Using them as I shield I myself cross through and on to the dog wash. Heading over the bridge and on to the tennis park a few more pedalers are out and about mostly racers training for the “whatever nature throws at us” attitude. At the main road I take a detour onto a frontage path and visit the trader. From there it’s back to the wharf road and then coming to respect the ratha-bhojana-vrksa once again. The sandhya is approaching along with stealamani. I get back in time to begin again.
Talking like a pirate, Vamsi dasa babji enters Markata Mani puri and Bhakta Blade explained the glories of China towns and a dream he had about an American born Leprechaun

I say, “I want crowns”
The tailor says “voted down”
“I want shawls”
“Gali gal”
“I want it Monday”
“You can’t have it your way”
“I only let through my door the devotees who come from Mayapur”
So I say “well the only ones I want to see are ones from kolergang
Sumanas leis in that familiar toe tickling tradition
With only a small influence of Vyahu today the ratha-bhojana-vrksa has my respect and I head on to the main road where a pair of cruisers one grey and one pink is ahead. Nearly pinned by the beasts I just get around them and fly through the parking lots to the bridge over the first motorway. The beasts continue to pin me down all the way to the whalers but I manage a turn out and sprint back to the pedaler’s ramp to the street of an old profession. Then the toad road he comes out between reps to wave and say ‘hey!’ The opal cliff has sufferers walking sideways pretending that they’re enjoying. Then there is the point of the hook where a father has his child on a clip on so they pedal together. Around to the backside of the radio station to the windmill and of course toffee nose dances a waltz when he sees any thing he deems a fragment. Between the lakes some more sufferers have a bon fire going to ward off the cold. The redone road to the natasala where Scott is speaking tonight and the people are gathering. The gecko comes out and we decide not to risk the triangle today just take a more direct route to the harbor. Then past the honky-tonks and bars to the wharf road where the soccer pitch is on the left and we sprint to the main road. The gecko has to get back to close up shop so we say our good byes. Back to the long and winding I fold my palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and try to repeat yesterday’s sprint for the sandhya. Picking flowers I place them before the altar and see the safe signal from the ‘umpire’
The names of the holy places are many but individual so also the night dresses have a different name for each night of the week call this one baby blue and they’ll dance during arati.

Frolicking in Vrndavana’s pasture kalpa vrksas growing devotion so rare allows the cowboys to be frolicking in Vrndavana’s pasture herding their cows without a care and laughing taking lunch with Krsna of butter, milk, yogurt and cream this morning such a nice and clear dream.
Leis of sumanas flowers against the pink, white and silver on this purnima day
With Vyahu still in town pedaling continues. Ratha-bhojana-vrksa respect to you. Through the parking lots over the bridge past the florist and a cruiser along with a student who is traveling with the toffee nose and neither of them can tolerate any such fragment full thought complete thought even if the sentence goes on for two hundred pages you must have all the elements in place. College students are so wonderful. The gecko joins me on my way to Bhakta Blade’s bhajan kutir. Several vans announce “Caution runner on the road” They have a relay from the bay to the vineyards. We go on to the road out of town but take the right and go back to the railroad bridge and observe the mountain men, those magnificent men on their all terrain machines. Through the downtown with the flying monque on the right and the toffee nose is on the left once again throwing his green flag. “You can’t call that a sentence!!!!!!!!!!! Where is the subject? Where is the verb? Where did you go to school? Ignoring his taunts we go on to the shopper’s corner where the gecko takes my leave to go home for the weekend. The cruiser king watches from his reviewing stand as I sprint to the long and winding road. The tree nods as I bow in respect. The sandhya calls me back and I dust one of the visitors.
The touch that kills tonight and they dance dance dance under the light of the moon they dance by the light of the moon

Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari in white, yellow and gold
Mahaprabhu's vest, Gandharvika's sari with it's valance
Giridhari's flowing cloak before our eyes like polished mirrors. His bejeweled silk turban between Gandharvika and Mahaprabhu's tiaras catch the light and break in colors to be seen only with the eyes you won't use until you cross beyond this universe
From Sri Vyasa puja day he sri guru jnana-da dina bandha
Rose leis both fragrant and aren't those daisies that are also arranged by size another festival for fortunate eyes
Vyahu is back again today. He's blown the gecko and I on to nowhere. We head out to the rath-bhojana-vrksa and respect the memory that SGM said to respect the tree. Going through the leaves and branches flying through the air. Brave pedalers accepted the challenge thrown at them by Vyahu for it's like pedaling up hill all the way. Even through the field of the clank of the bat is down Vyahu has craftily turned it into an uphill. The tennis park has no players since their game would be impossible. The redone road is light unusual for a weekend. All the boats are in their places in the harbor. The natasala is still readying itself for the night's show. The gecko jumps off there to shut down his shop and I go on around the corner and meet up with the cruiser king who gets me through the triangle with some prayers to Vyahu on the side. Climbing into higher ground we come upon a fragrance that could turn one's mind from the white light to the lotus feet covered with kesarcandana and Tulasi. Incense filled the air and the sounds of karatalas a party of kirtanias came along all to remind me that it was time for Vaikalika. Taking leave of the king and spiraling down to the long and winding road, respecting the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and panting up the way to the door I open the door. So sav adabhra karuno bhagavan vivrddha
This evening Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are wearing “the most blessed event”. A clear night with the full moon coming a wonderful night for a dance under the stars.

Today is the eighteenth of April 2008
This dress was offered for another date
When a young boy was placed to stand guard
At the door where his brother was about to be born
to make sure that no ghosts having taken the form of cats were able to enter in the hours of the early morn
As he grew up he heard that Vrndavana was for shallow thinkers.
Then he fell head over heals for Mahaprabhu.
These colors brought to mind midnight and those purple shades
at the time of his birth. Leis of roses and stargazer lilies with centers placed with care so nicely take their part in the glorification of Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Girihari.
Sri tree is so good to keep me pedaling each day. Out among the birds and the flowers, the fresh air along with all the pedalers of whatever variety they are. Past the whalers and on to the gecko who waits to see me coming past the natasala the toffee nose is waiting too. He's so happy to get to make such a long underline ha ha ha ha ha ha! You think I won't flag that fragment? You must be dreaming! The gecko and I tell him to go listen to the folks at the natasala and correct them for a while and we pedal off around the shopper's corner to meet with the cruiser king. Together we pass through the triangle. The house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot is making a bunch and beckoning people in from the street. We are strong though and head on to the harbor where the boats are all on the bay. The honky-tonks and bars are filling up this day and so we loop around the opal cliff. Sufferers are coming from and going to the beach. We sprint to the soccer pitch. The cruiser king takes off there back to his own place while the gecko and I continue on to the wharf road. At the main road even the gecko turns to go on to his home while I turn to the long and winding and thank the rath-bhojana-vrksa for allowing me such a pleasant pedaling time. Meanwhile the sandhya is approaching and I sound the shank to begin the service.
Deep within the far off jungle Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari wear this dress and perform their pastimes, dancing under the waxing moon.

Have you seen Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari in their black and green? Complete with black and clear crystals hanging down from Giridhari’s coat and with the silvery pleats in Gandharvika’s sari and swirls in the chodder of Giridhari? While they stand on the simhasana leis of sumanas flowers that bend with their dancing movements and add a colorful splash, a regular festival for the eyes. Playing his flute his signals his devotees it’s time for their heart’s devotion to flow.
On this sunny afternoon I respect the ratha-bhojana-vrksa by heading down the main road to see the stars from the morning captured just beyond the kurkur bhavan. As I pass with Saint Dagwood’s park on my right I see mamamani waving to me and asking after cacacid. He’s resting quietly I tell her and observe a leaping bandha on my left. After stargazing for some time I head over the railroad bridge en route to the Bhakta Blade kutir. From there to the navapatra and back just in time to see some mountain men scaling a hill in full wheelie mode. More of them are looping the loop below and I salute as I pass by. The gecko meets me at the natasala where they’re opening for the evening show as we fly past the dog wash and through the harbor. Between the lakes are the freezing sufferers due to Vyahu’s renewed presence also some little cat feet have snuck in. The soccer pitch has a game going and the gecko stops to watch but it’s nearing time for the sandhya so I sprint back folding my palms at the rath-bhojana-vrksa and going on to the asrama. One of the kukuras of the asrama trails me to the house and says he ran away for some time but was also brought back for the sunset service
This evening as Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari slipped into their “It’s a miracle mom!” nightdress it was Stealamani assisting me. He just couldn’t get Gandharvika’s hair to stay in place. Once, twice, thrice and so I had to arrange it for him ha! There he is the toffee nose I thought he might leave me alone this evening but he came up in typical fashion “that’s a fragment I won’t let you get away with it either!!!!! Now you just correct it right now!!!!!” Before the hair stealamani couldn’t quite figure out Gandharvika’s veil. He said his “mad skills” are at work tonight. Inspite of all of this hilarity Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari enjoy their pastimes.

Brahmacaris wear their dhotis one way and sanyasis another
But the way this tailor made them isn't worn by anyone at all
Won't you please fix them, O seamstress, put them in the right place.
When Mahaprabhu needs a sash to cover the extra hem
And Gandharvika needs new cloth to make pleats in her sari
To put them right I hope the seamstree will know
On Nrsimhacaturdasi the devotees will come to see their faces
When Wednesday comes around and Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are dressed you know they'll have sumanas leis
Yet today Vayhu is influencing all who pedal. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa is as respected as always and I go on to the main road. At the high school field the aluminum bats are clanking once again. Left to the tennis park and then between the lakes a team of tandems is coming up toward the public radio. At the sunny cove cruisers are down on the beach firing up some bon fires. A pair of mountain people pedal past the east side church and I sprint around them and between the joggers. Back to the road of the honky-tonks and bars to the opal cliff where the sufferers go to change back into people and the toffee nose waits anxiously with his green pen to scribble 'fragment' all over this sentence. The soccer pitch is on the left today and I bear down to the main road and the long and winding respecting the tree and breaking into a sprint to escape being rung up by the sandhya service.
Near teal green and silver make the 'O deer doe' nightdress that they are wearing tonight. They dress quickly and jump on into their beds of aromatic flowers.

Mahaprabhu’s kirta is red and Gandharvika’s sari is orange.
The flowers on Giridhari’s chodder are yellow with green leaves around them. Mahaprabhu’s dhoti is blue and there are indigo stars on Gandharvika’s veil. Giridhari’s kirta is violet while his dhoti is gold. But this rainbow isn’t made of refracted colors of sunlight it was put together by the seamstress so to be worn on any day of the week.
“These leis are light in all ways today” the maker told me. “Some of the petals in this bag are challenged” she continued. “Is that a nice way of saying they’re rotten?” I asked. She just giggled. But the leis are their usual best in show quality.
Vayhu is at it again but the ratha-bhojana-vrksa convinces me to come on out and see all the teams out today. Pedaling to the big road and going around the opal cliff to see the sufferers there who are changing out of their wet suits. The hook of the point finds some cruisers pedaling the opposite direction but they all wave and squeeze their horns. Interesting the way they have the shinny streamers in their handlebars like the days of youth. The public radio is doing something there are few folks outside. The redone is empty maybe it's the time of day. The gecko is quick to join me through the triangle and down the new pedaler's ramp over the Saint Dagwood river. The bear waves as we pass. A unicyclist crosses the street in front as we wait on the light. The soccer pitch is hosting a game but it's hard to tell who is winning. The wharf road brings us to the main road. The gecko goes his way and i go back to offer respect to the tree and as fast as i can pedal back for the sandhya.
Pralad a dad tonight another Nrsimha caturdasi offering. The pannel skirt of Gandharvika is unique since this one is the only one that they are stitched on as she dances they sometimes get lifted in the gentle breeze. This evening they seem to want to dance all night so i turn out the light and let it be.

Those of fewer years don't have fear of expressing an opinion.
One spouted this one to me and I passed it on to the seamstress.
Who turned it into this Gaura Purnima dress.
Whenever they wear it everyone give a loud “Jaya!”
A sign that Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are satisfied
Toe tickling sumanas leis today encourage the toffee nose to pull out his pen for the first time today.
Vayhu replaced the heat today. A chill in the air still the ratha-bhojana-vrksa got me out and down the block. Off in search of the almond oil for Mahamuni's pursuit of excellence and of course old toffee nose who is fragment caksus. Saint Dagwood's river runs under the bridge on the way to the tennis park. On to the redone road the jazzersize is bouncing this afternoon. The gecko joins me now and we sprint around the corner and through the triangle. The harbor is quieter today. Maybe it's the wind or maybe it's Monday. The back road takes us to the wharf road and to the long and winding hang out of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. Respect to the tree and the sandhya is waiting for me to begin.
Baby blue tonight not quite enough for chodders but still an attitude to the wind. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari stay closer to inside this evening. But no matter in or out they enjoy their pastimes and their beds covered with aromatic flowers.

As the boy genius and I sang away some lions on the toes of a pair of sox brought this verse dancing into his mind
Caitanya-simhera nava-dvipe avatara
Simha-griva simha-virya simhera hunhara
The lion like Mahaprabhu appeared at Navadvipa
He has the shoulders of a lion the power of a lion and the loud voice of a lion
As our song wound along Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika’s arati time approached. As the curtain opened and the sank began to blow the Aruna Har Posse rides again, featuring sumanas leis, today’s dress revealed itself to all. Then another verse danced out of the pages requesting the lion begin to roar and drive away the elephantine vices of all the living beings beholding this wonderful scene.
Breezes from the bay seemed to promise some relief from yesterday’s heat. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa convinced me with ease to try again today. So from the door of the sever asrama to the main road and beyond the toffee nose leaps from behind the go light green flag in hand waving his arms wildly "Fragment, fragment you can't put that one past me! Ha, that's a fragment and you'd best change it lest I call in the grammar police!" The parking lots and bridges, the entire familiar places where the pedalers show themselves. Some of them on hot pink cruisers others are mountain men then there are the travelers loaded with panniers on each side and on the top. A team in formation challenges an informal squad over Saint Dagwood’s river. The natasala has gone dark one more time. The gecko says the cruiser king will meet us at the triangle as always to pull us through. The house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot is doing so much business the heat made so many crave their wares. As we turn toward the harbor a pair of tandems crosses ahead. The stokers on each have knee length socks with wild patterns that catch each driver’s eye. Keeping the harbor on our right we dart between the lakes where the beaches are full of sufferers. Swinging by the windmill to the sunny cove we overtake some pedaling quiet slowly perhaps stunned by the pedaler’s kaleidoscope socks. Our threesome sprints along past the honky-tonks and bars on the hook to the wharf road. Joining the main road pacing to the asrama road and offering respect to the tree we reach the door for the sandhya and hear the pastimes of Raja Rama.
In the ninth, the nightdress tonight, Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari retire from the hot day. At night the cool evening makes it easier for them to engage in their pastimes

It was Janmastami day, some years past away and it took about sixty days to sew it all together and paint on the dragonflies
This one wasn’t pre-made and bought in Bengal or the taj mahal but the watercolor does look magical
Lotus flowers on the boarder along with leaves float in the water darsana can free your mind so why waste your time thinking bad things? Material charm gets lost is just the first trick of Bengali Mahal Jadhu our entanglement in the fleshy tabernacle will melt away like a bad dream over there another trick of Bengali Mahal Jadhu
Daisy leis along with roses and camellias become part of the scene of Bengali Mahal Jadhu
“Come on out it will be alright” the ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls to me “don’t worry about the heat you can beat it” I go the south portion of the asrama road, Back to the main road and on to Mahamuni’s post box. Then the lion’s park up and down the snob hill. The village had some road construction but suspended for the weekend. The opal cliff took me to the point of the hook. As I came upon the skull and cross bones there was a group of sufferers walking boards in hand. As I passed them I went along the public radio to the redone road. At the natasala the custodian was opening and readying for the second show. The gecko and cruiser king pulled me through the triangle to the dog wash. The harbor had a few boats left behind. The cruiser king had left us at the corner of the tennis park. From there the gecko turned to go back to his shop. I went on to the east cliff. Another group of sufferers walked along in the pedaler’s lane. They took up the whole lane so I had to go into the beast’s lane to keep from hitting them. One of the beasts went by me. Inside this beast were two young ladies “Dooood like stay in the pedaler’s lane. Stay in the pedaler’s lane” They went on by me smugly. A minute or so later Johnny Law took off after them and had a friendly conversation with them. I sprinted on so they wouldn’t take things after me. Soon I was offering respect at the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and sliding into the sandhya.
As the cool sets in this evening Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari slipped into their Most Blessed Event nightdress and quietly went to enjoy their pastimes.

April 11 2008
Friday morning at seven o’clock as the dressing begins “my you are punctual today” the leis maker of the day notices
“I may be but Saint Patrick’s Easter comes fashionably late”
Purple and yellow is the color scheme with bits of red and green and leis of hyacinth, mum, and roses in the center scene
The katha goes on as murka brings the backdrop in
Explaining how the next holiday will be celebrated on the Monday
Mahaprabhu likes it that way
A warm afternoon brings out the pedalers all round. Yesterday was for mourning but today is for celebrating the season of spring. Teams and single racers are waving and giving an encouraging salute. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa receives my bowed head and sends me on my way. The southern part of the asrama road to the main road. Again the beasts push me to the whalers and beyond. The house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot signals a left on to the harbor where the boats are playing away. The tennis park is on my right today. The toad road comes along and he begins to pedal along with the gecko and I. We pass the basketball park to the soccer pitch. Right there to the opal cliff. The point of the hook and then the sunny cove where lots of people have gathered to soak up the sun and laugh at the toffee nose and his green flag “this is a fragment I tell you a fragment if you try to stop here I’ll have to write you up!!!” The gecko takes off at the redone road to get back for closing time. The toad and I sprint together to his fitness club. He also leaves there and I continue to sprint to the wharf road. About twenty-five students are outside the library walking to the mall in lockstep as one. I wondered if they knew that I am an eternal school boy. The main road turns into the asrama road and the ratha-bhojana-vrksa who reminds me that the sandhya is around the bend and I’d best be going fast as possible.
The night is clear and a little cooler but not enough to keep Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari from going deep into the far off jungle and engaging in their pastimes there.

Swami Siddhanti put the question to me “What’s the name of this outfit, just what can it be?” I said “It’s name is Mayur”
It’s the pink and green offered on the first Gaura Purnima
For that day it’s at the top of the page and you can say it’s not even showing it’s age.
If you must make sumanas leis this is the way to do it cut them into petals and punctuate them with full roses. These also have gerbera daisies in the center.
By the arrangement of Providence I dressed in all black today. When the seamstress saw me she told me that there was a group pedaling in mourning for a pedaler today who came to the end of the road a few weeks ago and all it took to join was to dress in black and pedal away. So with the respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa I set off to be in the mourning mood. As I went along the opal cliff to the point of the hook I saw other pedalers in black also. Under the skull and cross bones a few more joined in even at the public radio there were pedalers in black. We made the left at the redone road and in formation went to the natasala. The gecko jumped on the repair he was doing to become part of the peleton. About twenty-five were on pedaled through the down town even the Monque leaped about when he saw the group and pedaled behind. Up the hill and over the railroad bridge to the avenue where he met the end even old toffee nose got out a set of pedals with his famous green pen in hand shouting “Fragment that’s a fragment and you can’t deny it!!!!!!!!” We picked up speed and turned by the kutir of Bhakta Blade. He was already pedaling on ahead. Left on the way out of town and going to the garden project where we turned back maybe thirty strong by now. Back to the scene of our pedalers finish line. Back over the bridge and the mountain men doffed their helmets and raised their hands in solidarity. Back to the wharf road I’m on my own back to sing a song of sunset.
“Krsna is a brahmacari” and the waters of the Yamuna parted. The deovtees walked safely across to engage in his service. This evening’s nightdress has Giridhari in orange like the brahmacaris wear. So I crossed over into Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari’s room and dressed them after that I put them in their beds and left so they could dance the night away with out tinge of mundanity.

Folks are on the look out for him here or over there
In Raman reti or Loi bazaar
His dhoti and kirta show just how much he has advanced
So they need to be done so absolutely right
It demonstrates how he’s a puckawala follower of his master
Ah yes, even though members of our gang have done that scene
Gurudeva has rescued us from that plight
We just try not to speak untruly now, even though our aratis are many times late.
Now you know the difference between our gang and the puckawala
He dresses so much better it makes us not even qualified to be a patch on his wool chodder.
Today’s fluffy sumanas leis work well with the brown and rust stand out a bit and earn a point of contrast. Just as much as any Deities anywhere in this favored land.
The tree calls to me and I respect that call. Following the main road to the florist and the curve around and over Saint Dagwood’s river. The bear’s house is busy for a midweek then the wharf road takes me to the vaikalika service. Back for another jaunt along the main road this time the beasts push me to the whalers detailers. The gecko is waiting for me and we pick up the cruiser king. Around the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. The harbor has boats out today even though there is a lot of wind. Between the lakes where the sufferers are huddling around a bon fire the opal cliff leads me back to the wharf road. Respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrska on to the sandhya just in time to see the sun go down.
The lotus nails attack the demons but protect the devotees. This night dress is one that has the two way thread green one way and orange the next. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari wear this one tonight for their pastimes of the night.

Some blues are called periwinkle and some named peacock. Some are liked by babies others look like the sky one shade is for the royalty it thinks itself better than all the rest but the sari in this picture is the shade Gandharvika picks as best.
Mahaprabhu's color is orange mango.
Giridhari all the while likes his mellow yellow.
The hyacinth and rose leis have fragrance that will knock you out
Light with fluffy centers, a feast for your eyes no doubt.
Vayhudeva came back today making like pedaling uphill all the way. Ratha-bhojana-vrksa respect to thee oh fortunate tree to be recognized by Sri Gurudeva. The main road has pedalers all along the way today. Not the team kind just those out for errands and the love of pedaling. In and out, back and forth between and beside them to the curve and the creek the toffee nose waits there on the avenue of an old profession now from his pocket quick comes a blaze his green highlighter marks the page “you silly goose, that's a fragment and shall not pass by me!” Left at the toad's road he's in a workout now so cannot see as I sprint along and down the hill. The opal cliff takes me around to the point of the hook where I begin to give chase to a lone racer. Long about the windmill I catch and over take him. From there to the redone road I keep the sprint up breathing heavy by the natasala. The gecko joins up with me to give me second wind. Around the triangle and through our lady of the salty sea lot to the harbor we go. Between the lakes are a few sufferers braving the chilly wind. Even the waves have their white caps on to keep out the cold. The east cliff curves around to the wharf road and I pedal straight for home. The sun is going down and there are deer on the road roaming, the ratha-bhojana-vrksa waits as I fold my palms. The cars are passing closely on my left so I cut the trim along the edge. The small barn's door is open I stash my pedals there, come along the service is about to begin and y'all must come on in.
This evening as Bhakta Blade came riding into Marakata Mani Puri talking like a pirate he not only had the flowers for mangala arati he also had tomorrow's day dress too. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari danced into the night in ways by which even they themselves were amazed.

On parikrama through Sri Navadvipa dham and the conchshells blew just a little bit louder
The party comes to the thakur bari to see Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari dressed in red silk embroidered with feathers
At the end of the arati the pujari in a gold jari chodder rattles off the preme dhvani that entwined with the smoke of the dhoop and you might believe what we saw
The all merciful Gaura Hari in his form as a cowherd boy had just taken lunch with his cowboy friends and now lying down being fanned by double sided peacock fan just before his afternoon nap.
Leis of sumanas flowers beautifully symmetrical hanging from his neck and long enough to touch their toes.
Respect to thee oh, ratha-bhojana-vrksa tree, I’m off to the fruit market today. The main road through the new go lights and then the parking lots. Once upon a palace of King Midas is on the right as I cross the bridge over the first highway. Curving around the hospital and Saint Dagwood’s river. On the toad road one of the traveling party of last year told me we passed each other six times. I didn’t see him once though. The toad came out and shook my hand as I went by. The basketball park was empty today as I passed on it’s right. On to the fruit market and then the wharf road back for the vaikalika service. Giridhari lets his crown cover his eyes as if to say ‘hey, five more minutes o.k.?’ Back to Mahamuni’s post box. Then the lion’s park left at the corner and up the hill to the wharf road one more time. The long and winding back to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and beating the tag for the sandhya mean mr. Toffee Nose throws his flag and cries “Fragment, that’s a sneaky little fragment and if you don’t fix it I am going to scream!”
The breeze is picking up as Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari slip into their baby blue night dress and go on enjoying like anything.

It’s dark moon and it’s time to sing about the black bumblebees on Gandharvika’s pleats. Then you look into the big brown buttons on Giridhari’s coat and see that all the while Mahaprabhu is watching it all and dancing.
Long leis are having their say again today. The sumanas flowers are arranged with care and attention to the symmetry.
In spite of the fresh wind blowing against the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the pedaling went on. Left at the florist’s to the toad’s road, he came out to see me sprint by but was teaching some young folks how to stretch so couldn’t join in the pedaling. At the basketball park there was a man selling strawberries and singing ranchero songs.
The village has construction all along their wharf and so I had to carefully pass in and out of traffic and equipment. The opal cliff took me to the point of the hook and the windmill formerly known as tulip land pedaler’s shop. The natasala is waiting for the weekend to have someone put on a show there. The gecko meets me among the shopper’s at their corner and we take off for the cruiser king. The three of us avoid the triangle and make the right at the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. The harbor is lively even though the wind makes the bay a little choppy. Between the lakes the bon fires are rising high to keep the sufferers warm as they party after their antics. The sunny cove has cleared a little as the three of us over take some fixed gear pedalers. The joggers, mothers, and pickpockets are stepping out of our path since we’re going a little faster than congestion permits. We sometimes have to pedal outside the barriers to avoid an unpleasant scene. At the big road the gecko goes east and the cruiser king goes west and I return to the service at sunset. With the respect due the ratha-bhojana-vrksa I beat the tag again.
“When you are purified and chant Krsna’s name you must know that you are touching Krsna with your tongue. Then you will get the same benefit as Prahlad Maharaja” This night dress is the touch that kills material consciousness. Offered on Nrsimhacaturdasi some time ago.