Early in the morning after mangala arati time
Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari dressed in an outfit so fine
Into the temple off of the street our sankirtan party
Dancing in time to the mrdanga beat
We’re dressed kind of scruffy
But no one seems to mind
Just as long as our guru varga connection is prime
Over across the bay there’s a different paradigm
Stiffly pressed new clothes, the puckawalla kind
And everything they do is exactly within rhyme
That’s the difference between our gang and their shine
Respecting the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and then to the main road where I see the participants in pedal to work week thumbing their noses at the toffee nose who insists this is a fragment. How many of them will be pedaling next week? But no matter, I’m all the way to the field of the clank of the aluminum bat by now. At the whaler’s the gecko joins me. We circle the post office and back to the main road. Through the triangle we continue to Saint Dagwood’s park. From there we take a left to the leaping monque and the park where the mountain men do loop de loops off their ramps. Turning to Bhakta Blade’s kutir and going on to the road were the family of the dead pedaler is suing the city. Up the steep hill and around to the gecko’s shop where he takes leave to lock up. I go on to the harbor and the pelican’s point. To the east cliff and sunny cove. More tandems are there but all going the opposite way. People are coming to escape the heat of the city. But the sandhya is calling me back to the wharf road and on to the long and winding. Respect once again that ratha-bhojana-vrksa and sprint to the asrama. A large driver of an even larger truck goes by and displays the ankusa mudra, sometimes the locals call it “the California How do you do?” He blows his horn at me and then a pedaler just ahead. As I go by that pedaler we look at each other and shake our heads.
O deer dough have you seen Krsna? Tonight’s dress as Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari search a place to dance the night away.