“I see Mahaprabhu and Giridhari with vests and no shirts on. I know the sun is coming up. It must be summer time again. If you go out be sure to drink lots of water it’s a hot day on the way.”
Srnvanti gayanti devotees chant the glories of Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari perfectly composed or not.
Leis of roses whole and petals trace the curves of their bodies gently swinging to and fro.
After the respecting of ratha-bhojana-vrksa I meet the gecko and we sprint to the post office of no one in particular circling around returning to the triangle. A family pedals by on the opposite side giving us a wave. Three teenagers are also pedaling in our direction but on the pavement rather than in the road but they’re too cool to give us any never mind. The cruiser king just smiles as we go by. Then there’s the harbor where the boats are out to sea. At the bottom of the hook one of the devotees calls out my name and describes diving in and a confrontation with a wave. One of the strong sufferers had to intervene. Next the gecko and I make the left to the lakes and on to the natasala that is quiet and if the sign is correct it seems that it will be closed the whole of the month. The gecko takes his leave and I begin a sprint to make as many go lights as I can on the way in for the sandhya. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa stands for my bowed head and it’s branches bend in the breeze. I sound the sank that calls everyone in and thus the ceremony begins.
The evening comes and the fog rolls up a heavenly cloud, which is near the shade of this nightdress. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari lie down for just a moment before they rise again to engage in their pastimes with all happiness.

June 29
At mangala arati you saw Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari were all in gold
After bathing they wore an outfit that’s very old
With all the colors of the rainbow the seamstress set their hair with decorations with all the colors of the rainbow
Leis of sumanas flowers and roses in the colors of the rainbow
The long and winding road that passes under the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where I offer respect (not a fragment) The toffee nose wants to mark with his green crayon but it just ain’t so. Taking a left at the go light past the memorable post box of Mahamuni. The lion’s park is on the right as I climb the snob hill and descend into the village. The wharf leads me to the opal cliff where many sufferers are in the curl. At the point of the hook the gecko joins me. We spin along to the windmill and dip between the lakes. Some young boys are pedaling on their home made creations. They look in wonder as we pass. The redone road makes us sprint to the natasala where there is some competition of gymnasts. The gecko leads into the downtown and we speak to the leaping monque. A couple are in front of us at the bear who guards the door of a motel. At first we think we’ll hang behind but then it’s too much and we dust them. Here a motorcyclist and his wife are beside us. At Bhakta Blades they go on to the school while we go to Om Paramahamsa Thakur’s. The spinner’s church is there and we circle that. We break into a full sprint all the way to Seymour’s. We talk a few minutes there with him. He tells the story of the blue whale’s skeleton that is in front of museum. The time of talking ends and we sprint to the park where the mountain men are putting on a show. Then we head up the road of his shop and I keep on going to make it to the long and winding where I bow my head to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. The sandhya is glad to see me.
And when he dresses the Deities this way it’s the touch that kills all desire for fruitive activity.

Crystals in mukuts today shinning before the devotee’s eyes
Breaking light in colors that no one knows the names of and to be seen only with eyes they’ve not used yet
That top most magician, Giridhari, head crowned with white satin turban framed by gold jari
Offered on guru puja day, this combination was chosen by he who’s birthday Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari celebrated by wearing it. Jaya Gurudeva
Rose leis of variegated hues grace their forms, Giridhari’s to his knees while Gandharvika’s drapes in a heart. Mahaprabhu’s bounces on his dancing body shedding petals with his every step.
Time personified is holding his pocket watch and pointing at it as I bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and pedal faster to the main road. At the whaler’s the gecko joins in and we take off even faster into the town and past Saint Dagwood’s park. The railroad bridge slows us a bit but as we make the right our speed increases once again. We’re leaving students on their cruisers and hybrids behind on the way to Bhakta Blade’s kutir. Today there are many beasts out front. But no one seems to be around so we turn back. We circle the spinner’s church and go on to the marine museum. A lone roadie gives chase but we aren’t being caught today. Take the left around the bhavanless garden. Back out to see what Della might wear. Into the woods where the monarch butterflies congregate. It’s the wrong time of year to see the cloud of butterflies so thick they seem to become part of the trees. Next the mountain men are twirling and stopping on a dime. One turns on his back wheel. We take off to the leaping monque. At the shop the gecko takes his leave. The house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot is closed so people are disappointed. The harbor is full since the fog and smoke from the fires have clouded the skies. The wharf road takes me to the long and winding. I bow once again to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. The sandhya and time personified are waiting when I come up the driveway. Sandhya shakes my hand while time looks at his watch in disbelief.
The yellow and gold nightdress from this year’s Nrsimhacaturdasi is to be worn in their soft bed. On the tiny paws of a feline fog has crept in and stayed around for the night even though Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are eager to dance, get out and dance.

I was born in the middle of the night
While my brother stood guard at the door outside
Dayal nitai name nitya prema maya
Made with cloth from a chief lieutenant
Spread out and left for sale
Suvarna suraja kanti aruna vasana
Leis of various flowers
Picked from the downtown hood
Tilaka tulasi mala candana bhusana
A turban put on Maharabhu by Bhakta Blade
Just close enough color to make the grade
Dekhi sakalera haya prabhu udipana
Respect to thee or ratha-bhojana-vrksa but I can’t stay and watch your branches growing. At the curve I go over Saint Dagwood’s river. The toad road is on the left and he joins me at the corner. We sprint all the way to the soccer pitch he wins by a wheel. Right left right and we’re on the opal cliff. The sufferers are coming and going some are walking sideways. The windmill has it’s live music happening again today. A team of young boys is pedaling by on their way to the sufferer thakur. It looks like they’ve got a lei to offer and a bucket of loose flowers. The gecko is waiting at the natasala where a blues review is playing. The three of us take the corner sharply and sprint to the school. The gecko is ahead by a length and the toad and I are even. At the pedaler’s ramp we are all even but we slow to a cruise and take the hill easily. The toad takes his leave and makes the right at the go light. The gecko and I speed to the bear. We take a left at the wharf road and I take leave at the long and winding. The gecko goes on while I bow my head to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. Then it’s all I have left to get to the sandhya.
The difference in the temperature is amazing just last week I couldn’t hardly stand to dress Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari. One hundred degrees or more today deep within the far off jungle the cool night air almost requires a chodder. Still They go on enjoying like anything.

June 26
Arati time has come
The devotees are arriving on the run
The conch shell blew and they all cheered
The curtain opened and Gandharvika appeared
just at the moment the time bell rung
Sumanas leis with knee ticklers for all of them
Cotton for wicks calls for pedaling to the market I take off with respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and as quickly as I could I was off to the navapatra. The sufferer thakura smiled as I went by along the west cliff where the bridge is only natural. The great blue whale is swimming to avoid the timingilla fish and I meet the gecko and we inspect the abhavan jana mauli. We speed on to the spinners church and go around the circle. Then Bhakta Blade’s kutir comes into view. He’s gone off for taxiing service so we sprint to catch the mountain men in the act of catching air. The leaping monque applauds and dances with one hand waving free. Along the road we stop to see the trader. There one of the folks calls out to me and we talk for a moment but a customer drops in and the gecko and I continue to the triangle. At the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot the gecko takes leave to dip a strawberry. I go on to the road between the lakes. Sufferers are playing loud music and suffering like anything. By the basketball park another group is making a little noise due to it being the birthday of the first American pedaling hero that crossed in arch of champs in yellow. On to the wharf road and the main road. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa seems to smile as I fold my palms. The sandhya is also happy to see me return and high fives me. Three deer that live in the eucalyptus grove come out to see what is the matter. Their hooves make such a clatter the dogs on patrol tell them to move along so they go.
It’s a miracle mom, the name of the night dress tonight, that Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari have remained here to dance and sing to invite the residents to enjoy with them by serving them any way they can.

The tailor says this dress is ready to go now
The seamstress lays it out to see how
It's going to go together, but wow!
The dhotis are made backward things need to get changed around
The tailor's people sewed this outfit as if they were turning pirouettes and leaving clues in a clandestine alphabet
Take a piece Mahaprabhu's chodder to make a sash, shrink the chodders and make new pleats for Gandharvika' sari
Sumanas leis swing in the dance's flow
Will the devotees even know?
The ratha-bhojana-vrksa gets respect as I take off on the main road to the gekco's place and then around the school past the cruiser king's reviewing stand through the triangle we go to the harbor and the boats are out. The avenue of the oldest profession takes me all the way to the parking lots. Crossing the main road an oversized beast darts before me heading left and give me a look that I shoot right back. In full bravery he completes the turn and allows me to cross the main road then he trumpets loudly. I on the other hand just fly to meet the vaikalika service and respect the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. Then it's on out to the other side of the mountain. Seeing the two men on horse back lets me know that the destination is at hand. Mahaprabhu welcomes me in for the sandhya there. I feel as if I'm appearing on a variety show of the early sixties where they only show above the waist. Returning Bhakta Blade is singing me his life story.
“O, deer dough have you seen Krsna?” he begins and Guru-Gauranaga Gandharvika-Giridhari are smoothly dancing into their night pastimes.

People going to the bathing ghat chanting ‘hare krsna’ as they’d been taught to reduce the influence of the lunar eclipse.
Giving cows in charity to the Brahmins living in scarcity to reduce the influence of the lunar eclipse.
That’s the scene of the first Gaura Purnima.
An astrologer asked me if it was really true that the lion had appeared on the jotish cakra and the birth time too here on the first Gaura Purnima.
And if it’s true then a blue ribbon personality must be taking birth. Sure enough Mahaprabhu appeared with his weapons of his loving devotees and unparallel beauty.
Rose and freesia leis today light and wonderful with flowers that go out there and face the world, their loveliness brought out by the effulgence of Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari.
No sooner had I offered respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa then I heard the ping of a breaking spoke. I had to pedal as quickly as I could to meet the business side of the gecko. He tightened me right up and we sprinted out to Saint Dagwood’s park. Through the park and crossing the bridge across from the jailhouse. Passing doctor’s little helper we climb the hill to the school. At the hog’s road we take a right and head on down the Natasala Street. The harbor is about half full today and swings between the lakes to the windmill. At the sunny cove there is a pair of pedaling travelers loaded up with panniers, maps and implements of a long trip. Around the wharf road the gecko takes his leave and I respect once again the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and speed to the sandhya who waves me right in.
The Prahlad-a-dad dress this evening as the cool evenings continue to give relief from the heat of the days. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari dance the night away after lying down for the moment I see them in their beds.

Janmastami was coming and there had to be a new dress for Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari
The seamstress got an idea how to get it made
There is a tailor in Vrndavan; she'd call a friend in New Delhi
She went to his shop plans in hand but as the tailor rose, he heard what she was asking and looked down his nose
He said, “You can't have it your way! You won't spend enough! You can't have it your way, you pip squeak, and you're too small time!”
All sumanas leis today Giridhari's wraps round his ankle, Gandharvika's features a knee tickler while Mahaprabhu's has five colors and comes to his knee.
Spinning along bowing to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa I cross into the southland since it's easier to take the right than make a left to Mahamuni's post box. Through the village and past the wharf the toffee nose returns. Sufferers. Joggers and pedalerss are traveling the opal cliff. The redone road leads on to the natasala which has another show this evening. The gecko is there and we pass the school and sneak through the triangle. Once on the other side we time it right to make all the lights as they are green so we don't have to stop. At the whaler's the light goes red and one of the folks pulls up beside us asks if we need a ride. We look at each other and laugh and take the pedaler's ramp to the big road. As the long and winding one comes into view I take leave of the gecko and offer my respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and slide in under the tag of the sandhya. The folk that met the gecko and I at the light now pulls up. “How did I get back first?” I ask. The folk is confused so I just run in to offer aratri.
Where the Ganges doesn't flow is called the Radhadesa this dress offered on Radhastami is heavenly cloud blue, or you might say baby blue. After the day time pastimes Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari dress for their night pastimes in this dress to be ready for Tuesday, who's color is usually blue.

The silver is for the Yamuna and Ganga brings the gold
Gandharvika has a star on her belt bright and bold.
Giridhari’s netting vest and chodder are right for the heat
Mahaprabhu’s sash with pearl valence accent the seamstress’ feat
Just where are the leis today, the question in my mind is lit,
“Haven’t seen them yet” is the only answer that I get
The clue comes from a deranged and mumbling talker, “over there, see? On top of the brilliant rays on the bay’s locker
The ratha-bhojana-vrksa gets respect today as I feel the cool has returned. The gecko and I take off from the main road passing Mahamuni’s post box. The snob hill is empty today. A couple of weeks ago there was a party in the village but today it’s quiet. We pass the wharf and are almost alone. Then a feast of friends taking the left from the opal cliff cuts a bunch of beasts who snarl. When that dies down we make the left onto the cliff. A few sufferers are coming from the beach while a couple of others are going to. We round the point of the hook and sprint between the lakes to the redone road. A tribute is going on at the natasala for a musician of some renown but neither of us know the name of. We go on into town and hear all the street performers and see all the pretty people walking and dancing down the street. Next we climb the hill and see one of the folks on his way to the Sunday service. In our pedaler’s vesa he doesn’t recognize us. He hops a big beast and we take the triangle to the harbor where the boats are out. The windmill has it’s live music happening and they are playing a song from somewhere back in our long agos. At the wharf road the gecko turns to take leave and I sprint to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa to fold my palms and shake the hands of the sandhya.
Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari put on one of their old nightdresses this evening red and blue with a little green. Offered for Guru Maharaja’s appearance day, the ninth day of waning moon in the month of kartik. They go on enjoying like anything with grace and happiness.

june 21
The puffy clouds in the sky are full of rabri
Stretch right up and take some too eat
If that’s too far then travel by one of the dragonflies painted on this watercolor dress. It may take about a half a day but you’ll get there surely.
It was Janmastami day when it was offered it was painted out in the sun it wasn’t work it wasn’t hard it was just plain fun
They had Giridhari’s birthday party on their minds.
Leis of roses and white and blue pipali flowers soaked in water to clean them.
The ratha-bhojana-vrksa called and I pedaled away down the main road like someone possessed. I don’t know if the heat before has ever shut me out but it’s getting harder to explain my wet clothes to the gecko and cruiser king. Crossing the bridge over the first highway we are packing ice cubes in our water bottles and hoping we don’t dry up and blow away. All along the alley way the sufferers kept the view while us three pedalers came and went other teams trained too. Then in the not so far away distance the thunder roared raindrops were approaching which surprised the wilting crowd. We took off in a full sprint to the Delaware and heard the mountain men scattering too as they stopped their supermen in mid-flight there wasn’t time to wonder as the fires began from lightning bolts following the thunder. The gecko and the cruiser king took leave at the triangle and I went on unafraid to the vaikalika service and felt as if I might turn into a bowl of clarified butter.
After all that excitement Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari changed into their gold nightdress ready for their soft bed. The cool is coming and they are dancing tonight.

On this summer day and oh is it hot?
Should Giridhari wear his velvet coat? I think maybe not
Mahaprabhu wears lots of bracelets just for fun
Gandharvika has her veil pushed back and her hair’s in a bun
Rose leis “they’re a little wilted but they’ll spring back in the fridge” the maker told me. Then she whispered, “I used some sumanas flowers too. Oh with every one is saw your nose do that” she finished. Mahaprabu’s comes to his toes; Giridhari’s twists around his knee and Gandharvika’s forms a heart. “They look so beautiful,” one of the young devotees told me. “Look closely for you… may…never…see…them dressed…in this outfit…like this…again”
The heat almost finished me today as I bowed my head to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. The main road and the southland the water in my bottle got so hot it could have made tea. But with water bottle in one hand and handlebar in the other I pedaled along in the heat and smiling I keeled over. As I passed the soccer pitch one of the sufferers on their beast carrier stopped at the sign and asked “ It’s a hot one mister tiger, have you got enough water? Oh you’ve got your camelback.” “Yeah” I replied “I’ve got a camelback, a flower and some power” From there the wharf road took me to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa one more time and I folded my palms with all the strength I could muster and slunk back for the vaikalika service. Some times I wonder, other times I’m sure.
One of the young hairdressers was speaking with the hairdresser-in-chief saying “you can tell that Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari have taken off deep within the far off jungle tonight to enjoy dancing in the cool of the shade of the trees because you can see bobby pins here and there” “Yes” she said, “They really enjoy to the fullest extent don’t they?”

Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari arranged that i was there on thirteenth street i suppose that makes me kind of old. As i look at Mahaprabhu's kirta do i see a remnant from those days there or am i going blind? The rest of the cloth was brought back from someone's trip to the land of Mahaprabhu and just made for this new dress. So it's from the oldest of all to this new dress. Leis of carnations and rose petals. OPT called for Giridhari's lei to made longer and the maker was happy to oblige. OPT was "dressing them under the influence" of an ancient fairy tale today since he put Gandharvika's coli on her backwards. s
All the way to the clock tower where the gecko was waiting for me to come into view all the team members pedaled in form with their lieutenants too. We went up the mission street to the high school and descended on the town and through it where the skateboarders had thrown out the mountain men. He left at his shop like always and i sprinted for all i was worth to make the sandhya in the nick of time.
It's a miracle mom, that Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari have kept me in their service. This hotest day in a while they are ready to get into their simple night dress and take their rest

Mahaprabhu's aggressive mercy is coming to get you
Coming through Gurudeva to seek you out
Pray we can become fit receptacles and fulfill the purpose of our human life
If we can't we'll surely be left living here wallowing in pain and fear we've got to be able to come from whether we're near or far to take shelter of this Superstar and spread his mercy along all along to everyone everywhere.
So they can come take darsana of Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari with their sumanas leis, Mahaprabhu's turban and Gandharvika's manatika.
A leisurely pace takes me to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa to bow my head as SGM told us to do. Crossing the main road into the southland. I take the right to the snob hill. The village is quiet today so it's a quick trip through on the way to the opal cliff. At the point of the hook the toad joins me. We speed between the lakes up to the redone road. The harbor is empty in the heat of the afternoon the boats are out keeping people cool. Going to the left at the natasala we pick up the gecko. The three of us go into the downtown there is a team on the other side of the street they surprise us by waving back in response to our salute. The leaping monque raises his club as a greeting. Over the railroad bridge the gecko is in the lead and the toad is on his wheel. A bear is standing just beyond the end of the bridge in front of one of the hotels. We file past Bhakta Blade's kutir on the way to the marine museum. After visiting for some time we return and go through the garden of the “daridra narayana” Then the toad takes over the lead and we see the sufferer thakura many have come to have their pictures taken with him. We turn and circle the spinner's church and watch the skateboarders display their skills to all who have gathered there. The toad takes leave as we get to the rental place at the end of the bridge. The gecko and I continue to his shop. We pass a fellow pedaler with large panniers over his back wheel. At the shopper's corner the gecko takes his leave and gives me a talisman to protect me on my journey through the treacherous triangle. A man full of dreadlocks and feathers is speaking his version of truth there. I sprint to the ramp and make a left at the bear to buy an electric lassi stick. The wharf road takes me to fold my palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and salute the sandhya.
Bhakta Blade comes blinding me with his lightning speed to help Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari slip into their lotus nails dress this evening. “This one defines contrast points” he says. As he puts the veil over Gandharvika's hair one of her combs comes out. “I knocked out one her hair picks” he says. “I've always had trouble with this sari even though it should be easier than the others it always gives me the most trouble” he adds. We share a laugh about it. Then they are ready to dance all night long.

Darsana of Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari
Mahaprabhu in mango color, Giridhari in yellow and Gandharvika’s beautiful blue sari
Blue sari for all to see causing material beauty to flee.
Rose and mum leis swaying to the rhythm of their dancing
Their pastimes of divine love enhancing
Offering respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa I quickly make it to the main road and then to the bridge over the first highway. The gecko was waiting there and we took the left to the tennis park. Through the harbor we crossed the railroad track and saw the natasala is dark for the next day or so. The school is out for summer and the cruiser king is watching us from his reviewing stand. The triangle is quiet too. On to the pedaler’s ramp we sprint over Saint Dagwood’s river and to the bear. Into and through the village to Mahamuni’s post box we go. Then the wharf road takes us back to the opal cliff and up to the florist shop. The gecko goes left there and I take a right back to the asrama. A child’s musical theater leader sees me and we fold our palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. He must think it odd that I stop before the barn and fly up the steps to meet the sandhya and sound the shank.
For now Vamsi dasa babaji rides his horse of a different color into the Marakata mani puri talking like a pirate. The cool of the evening gives enough relief from the heat of the day to let Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari dance all night under the moon light.

Manu says a ksatriya can't refuse a bet. Evil Sukini knew that and he challenged Maharaja Yudhisthira. He kept losing even though he knew he ought to not bet. The voices from the heavens called out "those dice are loaded" but still he couldn't refuse. The leis are mostly leaves with a few sumanas flowers today to wrap around their ankles coming down from their shoulders.
What a chase today. i offered my respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and set out to get B.C.'s prescription filled. i was pedaling along with the gecko and we came upon a detour. Soon we saw we'd be on the first highway. So we turned and tried another way. Once again the barriers were thrown in our faces. Next we tried to circle around. But we ran into a hill so steep and high that when we reached the top there was snow on the ground. A team of pedalers went by on the cross road and asked "How ya doin'?" i said wonderful. He gave us a thumb up. The prescription couldn't be filled. We were determined not to go the same way we came. Some how or other we found ourselves starting to do just that. We turned and headed back. Then we saw a pedaler in the distance crossing the road and making a mysterious turn. Soon we had followed him. The shinning path had taken us out on the road we started from. "Why didn't we know about this before?" we shouted. By that time he had to take leave and i had to take the sweet road to avoid the first highway and get back for the vaikalika.
Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are dancing this evening. That's what SGM said. They tarried just a little while before coming to their beds of aromatic flowers.

Saint Patrick's day was Thursday but Gaura Purnima wasn't for another seventeen days
When the devotees came in the curtain was closed and when it opened Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari in this new holy day clothing Saint Patrick's Easter came two weeks too late. The purple is like Easter, the speaker told his class that Gaura Purnima is our Saint Patrick's day and the arati was fashionably late. Today's leis were sumanas flowers made by a new maker and they also came one hour too late.
Starting out from the asrama i fold my palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and head to the southland. Then to the wharf road and circling the soccer pitch via the opal cliff. The second time at the point of the hook i take the left and sprint all the way to the redone road. Instead of turning there i pass the tennis park and on back to the main road. Make the left at hospital curve and visit the whaler. Right at the post office and a 'u' turn there into the treacherous triangle. Luckily i meet the gecko there and he guides me through. At the shopper's corner Bhakta Theodosius is selling cookies from a tray. He asks if he can have a part in our pedaling play. We pedal on to the kutir of Bhakta Blade. He isn't there so we sprint to the spinner's church. Rounding that we speed on to the marine museum and the homeless garden. The sufferer thakur is getting some sandalwood and a fresh lei. Back to the circle around the spinner's church on to watch the mountain men imitate superman. The leaping monque is spending his father's day with his children from around the world. The gecko takes leave at his shop and i go on to the harbor and between the lakes. The wharf road takes me back to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where i bow my head and sprint to greet the sandhya. the shank sounds as i pull in.
The beauty of this night dress reaches out with a touch that kills our material desire and allows Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari to dance the night away.

JUNE 14
Come place lei in Gandharvika’s hands as you do hear all the devotees shout “Ki jaya!”
You can tell by her skirt it came out a little short but seamstress ji added an extra ruffle so she doesn’t appear to be floating above the altar.
“Would you like some of these bundi laddus?” “They’ve been being offered forever and SP used to say ‘I’m simply thinking of how to steal one from Krsna’”
Rose leis today that touch their knees flowing with the way their bodies curve such a pleasant sight to see. Get some sandalwood oil to massage Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari’s bodies with today. First offer respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa as usual then to the main road and cross the bridge over the first highway. The once upon a throne of Kind Midas is now gone and a red brick house stands in it’s place. The gecko is busy for a Saturday and so the cruiser king joins in. We go down to the harbor and between the lakes where the sufferers are in hats since the chill has returned. Who’d have believed that? In the beginning of the week people were dancing around in their bones but now they’ve got out their windbreakers. The point of the hook is empty save for a person wanting a slice. The navapatra is the place with the oil and I stop there. Along the basketball court the cruiser king takes his leave. I go on to the big road where there are tandems. What are they doing there? Don’t they usually stay by the beach? It’s a mixed up shook up world except for us pedalers. The long and winding road has me bowing to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa once again and high-fiving the sandhya.
This one offered on Nrsimha Caturdasi shows how the Deities are ready for bed, it’s called a golden soft bed. So they are quick to jump into their resting places covered with aromatic flowers.

Some things are just better left not done like tugging on Superman's cape. 'cause if you do you know there will be some kind of reaction. This dress was the first with a cape for Giridhari and a reaction came. "Email SGM" "Is a cape to much like a king for us?" The cynics have been rocked and now they are converted. At first they critcized and now they are saying "Very good" Today's leis are of the flowers that have little white bits in them that look like eyes watching the devotees watching back. Gandharvika has a bouquet today "Not dried!" the maker exclaimed.
Around to the gecko as fast as i could today. There are many out taking advantage of the cooler temperature. The breeze blows from the bay and some are even in windbreakers as we go through the village and down the snob hill. The wharf is full of Friday visitors as are the opal cliffs. The cruiser king joins in at the point of the hook. Between the lakes many people are spreading out on the beach. The sufferers are on the white caps and there are joggers and lovers in the pedaler's lane. At the natasala both the gecko and cruiser king take their leave and i circle the block one more time before checking in at the harbor. The wharf road leads me to respect the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and shake the hand of the sandhya.
With the fog rolling in Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari dress up in their deep within the far off jungle night clothes and perform their pastimes with much happiness.

So you've found your self on a riksaw by the bank of the Ganga where temples of Guru and Gauranga are all around. From over your shoulder you hear the voice of an angle turning around standing before you see a figure that's glowing a saffron mercy particle. Follow this angle into the nath mandir where Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari dressed in yellow and green with rose petal leis round their necks appear as doors are opened for darsana. Bowing before the Lord your material desires seem gone.
Even before I got to the rath-bhojana-vrksa to offer respect I came upon a tree limb covering the road. There was one beast going in the direction I was and one coming from the opposite. The one in my direction had stopped not sure what to make of it. I got off and carried my set of pedals over the branch and went on. The question came to mind what they thought of that but I'll never know. As I continued I saw a group of deer. Two were young they were in the road and two older ones they were on the path beside. The young ones were curious about the boy approaching on the small horse with round legs. Then from behind a beast caught their attention and it was off to the side that the older ones were on. Then all four crossed the road again and vanished into the lot of what SGM called “the deer house”. On to the southland and then passing Mahamuni's post box I go up the snob hill. The wharf is on the left several pedalers are out some on beach cruisers others on old ten speeds. A few have boards for suffering others have their dogs in tow. In the downtown section Johnny Law is pedaling by and stops to have a friendly chat with some of the local businessmen. The stars are rising early and I stop to watch. Next around to the famous place of the U.S. where the roads are golden one familiar building is being torn down. It gives me a spooky feeling so I go by quickly. I come to the gecko's shop. He's gone by now and so I have to go it alone. I head to the harbor and make the left there. The tennis park is empty except for a mother with two children. Even the toad has gone home for the day so I continue with no competition. Only the wharf road to the long and winding and when I come to bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the watches are out and I know I have to sprint to make the sandhya in time.
On this night before it was time to cross the river but with no boatman the devotees could only rely on what Krsna had told them. By saying “Krsna is a brahmacari” the water would part. They went along and met Durvasa Muni. The fed him a large feast. At the conclusion they wondered how they would be able to re-cross the river. Durvasa told them to say “Durvasa Muni didn't eat anything.” They did and once again the water parted and they got back just in time for the pujari to put them to bed.

“Thakura seva is your way out of here” said Gurudeva to the murka
“When the confusion level rises too high here this seva will give relief”
“The young folks may drink some wine while Vijaya digs the earth”
In front of the prasadam hall Ketu growled Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari in their Aruna har posse were riding again and the wind had begun to howl. Sumanas leis came late still they did their part to complete the outfit and make the devotees dance in love.
It was late in the evening when I met the gecko today. The heat of the past days had left me gasping as I respected the rath-bhojana-vrksa. We started on the main road to the curve over Saint Dagwood’s river. The tennis park was on the left as we coasted between the lakes and saw at least fifty sailboats on the bay from the distance their sails merged into one. Along the opal cliff some tandems passed by on the opposite side. People were walking and jogging too. There were some fifteen members of a pedaling club in odd helmets that drifted along as we passed. Next we turned on to the jaded road there were some folks selling strawberries near the basketball park. The toad is too busy teaching a class today to join in. Breaking into a sprint we round the corner to the redone road. There is an orchestra playing at the natasala. The gecko takes leave and starts closing his shop. I go through the triangle while the beasts snarl. I go up to the great blue whale he waves a fin. I return to the ramps where only two mountain men are looping the loop and defying the ground. The leaping monque calls “go for it” and I push harder. The sandhya is waiting for me and claps aloud for me as I shut the door.
O deer dough have you seen Krsna? Stealamani renews an acquaintance with this one of his old friends. The evening is cool so they only contemplate going dancing under the waxing moon tonight.

“You dress Gandharvika so lean”
But she has the patients to wait.
Her love is so pure even Giridhari wants to taste
Mahaprabhu appeared with that dream
Big full leis downy soft follow the curves past their waists
Even though the maker said “they shrunk in my car due to the temperature’ rate”
“Headed out?” Gramps asked me, “Yes, for a little while” I respond.
“Well I won’t be going with your” Gramps informs me. Then I got the call from the ratha-bhojana-vrksa so off I went. Respect to the tree and on to the main road. “Time to feed the boa!” I hear loudly in my mind. I also refill the fluid for my four-eyed form. With that done the gecko and I rattle through the opal cliff and the point of the hook. One of our favorite tricks is next that is on the big road we messenger through the twin palm parking lot and on to the toad’s. It’s too close to closing time so he can’t join in. At a steady beat we rock past the harbor. On the other side is a tandem the captain wears a time trial helmet while the stoker has a rock locker. At the turn a pedaler with a fixed gear keeps us balancing till the go light changes then we break into a sprint to the natasala. Left there and the gecko takes leave and I limp home. I pass the field of the clank of the aluminum bat. The house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot smiles as i drift by my spirit unbelievably high along honky-tonk road to the wharf and through the village back to the main road and then the long and winding one where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa sways in the breeze as I bow my head and sprint to make my appointment with the sandhya.
Panels that float separately on the air as their nightly dance goes on. The heat of the day has gone now leaving the night warm enough for an evening dance with the moon and the stars looking on.

JUNE 9,2008
Well today is 6/09 the colors for this one was suggested by a child and i don't mind the seamstress took the dare to fit them together into something wonderful for Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari to wear.
Leis in a combination of roses and petals whose colors hang around their necks in a way that causes attraction to flow automatically toward them.
Come on out it'll be alright forget the heat you'll make it yet. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa got me to brave the hot afternoon and i had to respect it for that. By the time i was coming for the vaikalika service i was lost i had to convince myself it would be faster to pedal rather than walk. But in the early evening it was a different story i went down go on back out and the cool is setting in and the gecko and i pedaled much faster and harder by the point of the hook through the sunny cove. The harbor is empty all the boats are out to help people beat the heat. The natasala is once again dark and will be for another week. The gecko jumps off to tend to his shop and i face unafraid the triangle and the pedaler's ramp. The toad's road is empty and i fly right down it to the wharf road which leaves me on the long and winding one. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa is once again ready for my folded palms and i sprint to the asrama and the sandhya.
some nights they just want to stay up and dance all night. They call east Bengal the Radhadesa and this one is baby blue.

Offered on Sri Krsna Janmastami
Veil, chodders and belts so lightly sheer
One of the seamstress’ best efforts
For one of the most important holidays of the year
But time has let the effulgence grow floppy
Like a well broken in pair of blue jeans they curl around their ears
Oh the petal leis go on forever
on into infinity dancing in the sankirtan surrounding
Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari
From the asrama to bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa I pedal to the southland. I turn on to the main road and with luck I make the go light. Through the parking lots and crossing the bridge over the first highway, I stop into a shop. The cashierette asks me where I’m off to on this sunny afternoon. “I’ll be meeting the gecko around his shop. Then from there we’ll pedal past the shopper’s corner into the great downtown. We may see a leaping monque and offer him some incense before we go up over the railroad bridge. Sprint by Bhakta Blade’s kutir then to the spinner’s church. We’ll keep the pace up as we pass the navapatra on our way to the natural bridge. Then we’ll enter the marine biology museum and see the skeleton there of the once mighty blue whale and be on our way again. “ Many pedalers are out today. Some teams and some pedaling clubs. Even a family or three smile as we drift past the redwoods that tower ever so high. The sufferer thakura appears on our left wearing fresh lei of daisies. He looks as if he’s been washed recently and shines in the midday sun. A team comes up behind us and greets us as they pass. We go on to see the mountain men show off their latest stuff. He takes his leave as usual to close up his shop leaving me to go on through that treacherous triangle. The house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot is closed today but my attention is called to the hour which is becoming late. The sandhya is waiting and I must arrive with bells on to make the celebration. As I enter sandhya shakes my hand and smiles. “you thought I was dead, didn’t you?” I ask. He answers “No, I know you’re magic and can easily beat the clock.”
On the ninth day of the waning moon of Kartik SGM took birth. This nightdress was offered for that day some several years ago. It’s still in the best of shape though and Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are wearing it tonight as they engage in their pastimes and are pleased to take their rest.

There's something about this age of kali
That just seems to make people unluckier
Sun going down but the Bhagavat coming up
Drinking hari katha through the aural cup
This one's pasture media time
Mixing full roses and petals in the leis just the right size for pasture media time
Sp had been our light and then disappeared from our eyes
SGM came with the prapanajivanamrta his distilled and concentrated realization bringing us so high
Offered on his appearance day, this one's past your media time
All at once I folded my palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and went into the southland. Pumping hard past mahamuni's post box up the snob hill into the village. At the wharf Johnny law directed everyone as the band played on. Speeding along the opal cliff to the point of the hook. The harbor is where the gecko meets me today. At the natasala the MERman are playing tonight and the people are waiting for a block. Around the corner we go at a gallop pace. The school is getting ready to close for the year as we pass. The King is at his reviewing stand one more time. The gecko has to take leave after we go through the triangle. I pedal hard to the pedaler's ramp crossing over the Saint Dagwood river I press on to the toad's. He joins me to the soccer pitch and wharf road. The long and winding one finds that it's me taking leave to respect the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. Just before the stop sign a break away group of kids passes me in the opposite direction. As I go a bit further an older pedaler going in the same direction of those calls out to me “Did some kids pass you?” of course I say yes and speed into the sandhya.
Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari put on their hiranyakasipu dress before they jump into their soft beds. But with the clear night no one knows how long before they'll be dancing and chanting forgetting everything but their play of divine love

Do you think they're going to come down? Mahaprabhu wants to hear what they're talking about, he wants them to sit on his hand. And when they begin to sing the male says Giridhari is a smooth dancing actor, with a blue flower over his ear. The female says Gandharvika enchants him and makes him dance behind her. Count the peacocks watching him learn.
Leis by committee today. Sumamanas flowers with roses. A nose gay for Gandharvika of the dried group. It made them all smile.
A quick one today. Respect the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and off to the races. Up the long hill to the gecko's. He cheers as i over take the roadie and he joins in. The cruiser king watches from his reviewing stand and we sprint through the triangle. The boats are in the harbor 'cause of the wind. The pink pedaler is moving kind of slow so we blow her away. A couple of guys are pedaling with all the belongings on the other side of the road. Then a team crests the hill and leaves us in their dust. We avoid the sand and wave to one of the joggers. The pick pockets and lovers are under the trees in the parking lot. i stop at the navapatra and the gecko takes his leave. i round the soccer pitch and turn to the wharf road to take me back to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and bow my head. The sandhya awaits and the public relations director offers hundred dollar plates.
The night is clear and the moon is growing. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari put on their deep within the far off jungle dress and take their place with their intimate associates and dance the night away.