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When Srimati Gandharvika gets to meet Giridhari she decorates the moments with leis and sandalwood pulp so she can get in good with time.
She wears a cloisonne heart around her neck and holds a rose petal lei in her hand so fine
Mahaprabhu and Giridhari have similar jewelry and leis enjoying the highest mellows and singing all the while
Folding my palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa i round the southland and on to the lion's park where the gecko leaps out to startle me. On through the opal cliff where the sufferers are walking sideways to make us think they're leaving but we sprint off and as usual the gecko is leading. The pelicans have assembled at the point and more sufferers are among the whitecaps. We're going quick through between the lakes and on to the redone road. The leaping monque is cheering us on to the railroad bridge where the mountain men are looping the loop and defying the ground. The gecko takes his leave to close his shop and i take ms Gault to avoid the triangle to the wharf road so i can slide in for the sandhya's horn.
It's a miracle mom, tonight's dress. they dance all night and swirl lifting their outfits in the breeze under the starry night.

Mahaprabh's loving search is going to find you,
going to establish a beach head in your heart
Root out the material desire before they have a chance to sprout
He and his associates come here to say we don't have to live in fear
They're traveling everywhere distributing mercy so everyone gets their share
Superstars yes they are and his followers shine on like many moons among the stars
from the asrama and the rath-bhojana-vrksa to the wharf in the village the gecko and i are pedaling at a pace easy to keep. At the point of the hook the people are lined up for the best price on a single slice in town. Between the lakes they watch us as the sufferers ride the waves and we join the pace line. Beyond the corner to the leaping monque. We respect Stealamani's kutir and taking he blessing we go on to Seymour's museum and visit the blue whale. Turning back to the natural bridges and the home of the monarch butterflies we circle the spinner's church. The mountain men are doing wheelies across the park. The harbor has sail boats on the bay coming home to rest. i take leave to sprint to the asrama from the wharf road. i bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and race with the kalarupa all the way back. The sandhya has the checkered flag and waves it as we arrive.
Bhakta Blade thinks that Gandharivka's hair is to plain today so i braid it. They put on their Lotus Nails nightdress and Bhakta Blade rejoices by picking as many forbidden flowers as possible in the absence of the mauli. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika Giridhari take rest early, at least it looks like it.

We're Syama, Nila, and Aruna and we're LIVE at the arena of pure consciousness
Syama, Nila, and Aruna our devotees hearts dance upon hearing our names
They've got such spotless consciousness we can only repay them by taking them home to be with us
We aren't going to stop our play but we've just got to say that full roses, petals and leaves make our leis today.
Long, lovely, full and puffy.
Right on from the door of the asrama to fold my palms before the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the gecko is there as I cross into the southland. Then around past Mahamuni's post office box and into the village which leads on to the opal cliff since the toffee nose won't accept that as anything but a fragment this sentence won't end around the east cliff to the windmill where we get between a husband-wife combination the husband is in front and for a moment thinks that his wife has gotten way faster than usual he's surprised 'till he sees that it's a gecko and a murka to the shopper's corner and the school the shop calls the gecko and I see that the kalarupa is there to take his place and shepherd me back for the sandhya between the lakes only a handful of sails are dotting the bay so we sprint all the way to the wharf road then speed along to the long and winding bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and slide into the sandhya where everyone is in just waiting for the ceremony to begin interesting how the toffee nose screams his lungs out for a fragment but keeps quiet about a run on sentence isn't it?
Avast me hardies! Tonight's dress is from the last Radhastami which was on national talk like a pirate day. So even in the speech there were plenty of shiver-me-timbers and arrgah mates! To keep everyone smiling all the way to davey jones' locker this evening Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari dressed quickly so as to get to their aromatic flowered beds as soon as they could. Be we know that they won't stay there long before they're back in some late night play.

Along the pathway in the emperor of Tippecanoe mall when a representative of Gurudeva asked me to get in the coach
I asked him to take me along he raised up his arms as he chanted then he stopped on ekadasi.
Standing at the altar door I heard the kirtan building and the devotees shouting “Nitai Gaura” it made their spirits soar
Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari’s outfit wasn’t any one color so they would wear it any day of the week in fact it has every color of the rainbow their darsan chases the mundane blues away
Leis of marigolds, roses and bubblegum flowers
Pedal just as fast as possible. Offer respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and meet the gecko on the main road near Mahamuni’s post box. From there we view the lion’s park. The wharf comes along as we dart to the opal cliff. The pelicans are at their point. They’ve enough food stashed in their beaks to last them a week. Between the lakes are a family of peddlers that wave as we speed along the other side. At the shop we take the right to the school and sprint to the reviewing stand of the cruiser king. Four fixed gear freaks decked out with low spoke wheels, short handlebar, and no brakes try to keep up with us but somehow or other we manage to stay ahead. The harbor is empty and when we approach the tennis park the gecko takes leave. I continue to the main road and duck into the parking lots back out to the long and winding where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa is happy with my bowed head. The kalarupa gives chase but I’m a good thirty feet ahead. We make it to the sandhya and blow the horn.
A heavenly cloud is what this outfit reminds us of and this evening there are no clouds in the sky so Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari go out to dance all night under the clear sky

T-U-R-B-A-N offer it to Giridhari and discover it’s true value then
No dollars or diplomacy just increase our dedicating tendency
Morning bath of yogurt, milk, ghee, sugar and honey
Makes the day ever sunny.
Rose petal leis with lilies at the center symmetry is beauty once again peacock feather effulgence it was he who taught Giridhari to dance copper, blue and white with seed bead and sequin accents
By now this little rhyme’s been stretched to it’s complete extent
From the asrama to the lion’s park stopping to respect the rath-bhojana-vrksa then up the hill by the flower shop. The gecko joins in just before the soccer pitch where the teams are intensely kicking. The opal cliff is quiet save for a few joggers, mothers and speed walkers. Multi colored cruisers with families and lovers aboard line the row of honky-tonks and bars. Near the lagoon a gang of young boys are pedaling their stunts as we split the ring one says to his confederates “Dhoods! Look at this!” we go on with cotton stuffed in our ears. Between the lakes we over take three more cruisers while Johnny Law looks on. Around the redone road to the shop of the gecko the main road is empty save for a couple of beasts. One sage at the go light asks the musical question “Which way now that you’ve past Saint Dagwood’s park?” we wink a smile and go left where the monque leaps. Over the bridge to the kutir of Bhakta Blade who is hosting the toffee nose who won’t accept this sentence no matter what circling round the west coast mudra of the nava patra we go on to see the great blue whale he’s a little lonely today since the joggers are all going from wharf to wharf wearing tee shirts proclaiming their feat taking his leave we go for darsan of the sufferer thakur and on to watch the mountain men act like superman at the shop the gecko takes leave and I make the turn at the dog wash to the harbor where the boats are coming in the wharf road takes me to bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa a group of deer are standing guard and when they see a number of beasts charging the take shelter of the trees on the opposite side of the road one ot the folks waves and when they see me at the asrama they tell me “no need to return my wave when you’re pedaling so hard!”
This evening as the sky is cloudlessly full of stars Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari slip into their red and creamy Chinese silk the touch that kills all material desire and ever invites all to associate with them in eternal service.

Frolicking in Vraja’s pasture green
The cowherd boy’s cows lowing giggling and laughing
This association so rare
Let me take your company any way I can
When can we go to Vraja;s green pasture with the cows and cowboys my life long fancy, my age old dream to walk with you in Pasture media time
A windy three mile ride up to the north where Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari have leis of delicate full roses turned to face the world and their fragrance sweet enough to turn milk to cream when can I see this happy dream? To see you in pasture media time
Pedal it as if you stole it! The gecko tells me as I respect the rath-bhojana-vrksa. We sprint to the main road and cross the bridge over the first highway. Taking the curve over Saint Dagwood’s river and speeding to the tennis park. A party is going on there perhaps someone’s birthday. Then onto the redone road and to see the dark natasala laughing while we pass his shop and take the corner to the school. The Cruiser King sits in his reviewing stand and gives us the thumb up while we pass a tourist loaded with gear. The triangle has caught us today but it lets us go easily enough. At the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot I have to take my leave for the hour is getting late. Between the lakes there a still a few sailboats left out on the bay and some sufferers readying a bon fire. The soccer pitch is empty as I pass and turn to the wharf road. I pedal hard along the main road and reach the long and winding one in seconds flat. I fold my palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and the kalarupa becomes my partner and we pedal into the asrama in the nick of time
And what better way to end a busy day in the pasture? Hiranya kasipu! The soft bed with gold pajamas! That’s they way Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari end this and each Saturday. They dance all night and when they get tired they take rest in the soft bed.

"Flying so high, I don't know if I can tell you
just how far my Gurudeva's mercy has brought this servitor"
Guru Maharaja told that to his devotees assembled in a meeting one day.
Then "Droped me from the highest tree!
He said that Vrndavana is for shallow thinkers! When I got up I saw Mahaprabhu
extending His own domain right here to us all. Then I fell head over heals for He and his divine play"
Neither rain nor snow or an impending surgery can stop today's lei maker from turning out fluffy leis of rose and rhodadendrum that exactly match the day's dress.
Off to the races respecting the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the gecko and i sprint all the way to the triangle but we stop just in front of it and buy something for one of the folks over in the land of Mahaprabhu. Then we circle around and pass the dog wash down to the harbor where the sailboats are out among the sufferers and white caps. A family pedals along the west cliff and we pass them as carefully as possible. Between the lakes a fleet of cruisers that we weave through. The soccer pitch has a womens match going on. The wharf road takes me back to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and i race with the clock to make the sandhya. Just by the slimest of margins i make in and blow the horn just as the deer enter the street roaming.
As the chill begins to set in Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhar slip into their white with green and red flowers known as deep within the far off jungle. They dance all night.

An angel came down from Nadia and Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari celebrated by wearing this dress that day.
He said follow me and not your mind and together we'll go to a land so fine.
The seamstress combine the yellow, green and just a pinch of black as a base in just the right amount for the waxing moon day number nine.
Sumanas leis again today well they're symmetrical and in the words of a resident of that plane, that's beauty.
Chasing the gecko and the racers from the respectable ratha-bhojana-vrksa to Seymour's museum east cliff, west cliff and down the home stretch along the opal cliff the suferers are circling the white caps with the gulls and pelicans coming down.
Cruisers of various shades are flying by. Then there are family and friends in "pace lines" that we dart in and out of keeping watch that the beasts don't plow into us as we place faith in blind corners to go around. At the main road i have to leave the gecko to perfom for the sandhya and offer more respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. As i make my approach three deer are grazing in the grass, what a gas, but they hear me coming and they go dancing away.
Giridhari's most favorite devotees offered him a feast once upon a and then took remnants to Durvasa Muni. To cross the river Yamuna Krsna told them to say "Krsna is a brahmacari" and to re-cross Durvasa Muni had them say "Durvasa Muni didn't eat anything." The source of this story appeared on the day this night dress was offered. This evening even though they called me in late to dress them they still took rest at a normal hour. amazing.

Tailor made the dhotis backward acts as if there’s nothing wrong
I’m looking in the closet wondering where the seamstress has gone
Devotees getting restless and the kirtan starts to rock
Raw sabji blows his horn and as the curtain opens even the New Zeland Prabhu smiles
Sumanas flower leis just like every Wednesday what else do I have to say?
The ratha-bhojana-vrksa lets me go after I bow in respect. Chasing up the sandalwood hill near the dog wash to get a pail of ranch seeds. The gecko meets me there and we sprint to the village. The wharf has a band playing on.. Under a bridge on snob hill ketu’s eternal consort appeared driving a white convertible and her coat was perfect . We laugh looking at the license plate. In the west cliff there must have been at least one thousand pelicans landing in the bay as one.
A couple of the teams waved again and even asked us how we been. By the time we got to the long and winding we had given it all we had so the gecko took his leave and I limped up to the sandhya.
Oh deer dough have you see Krsna? The nightdress this evening Bhakta Blade is fast as ever since he’s in he is under the nidra energy. Still through it all Gandhavika Giridhari go on enjoying like anything.

The devotees all have come for darsana of Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari in their asrama’s temple They’re dressed in traditional colors mango, yellow and blue
Appearing here most mercifully on the call of Sri Guru
Extending their own abode right here to give everyone a view
of they taste of their service giving us all a clue.
“Wow those are big leis!” I exclaim, “But they’re fluffy, not stuffy” the maker replies. “I picked the flowers from my own yard and on the other side of the tracks.”
From the ratha-bhojana-vrksa to the southland the gecko and I are sprinting even at the start. We pass the animal hospital and then cross the bridge over the first highway. Saint Dagwood's creek is our next sight where a bmxer is pedaling with someone standing on the pegs from his rear wheel. The tennis park is empty today. On the redone road a man and his wife are on a pedaling tour loaded with panniers and map racks. They are friendly enough and smile as we pass asking how we been. We cross the river for the second time. Around to the leaping monque and the trader's where we take the right. Up uap and away to the corner where the school is preparing for another semester. The gecko has to take leave at his shop to close down. i go through the triangle and pass the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. The harbor has some boats in today in the breeze. The sufferers are paddling out with care. The windmill blows me to the hook of the point and on to the opal cliff. The wharf road leads on to the main one and then the long and winding. Respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and the sandhya teases me choosee choosee as he sees me drinking from my water bottle.
Pralhad a dad this evening. They are quick to dress and jump into their beds. But we all know that means they'll only stay there for the shortest of time before getting back out to engage in their pastimes.

July 21
The thirteenth of September, a Friday we’d do well to remember
Srimati Gandharvika celebrated her appearance day
Mahaprabhu’s golden arms are a clear reminder
Of the Nadia kirtan pastimes when will he put aside his sanyasa and return to the kirtan rasa to stay?
Are those separate bangles or is it just wrapped around? Giridhari’s ratna bahu caused the seamstress to say “It looks cool either way”
Folded rose petals combine in symmetrical patterns make the leis
Respecting the ratha-bhojana-vrksa crossing into the southland to the lion’s park and through the village. The hook of the point is full of sufferers with their boards strapped on their beasts. The gecko and I weave through a family pedaling along near the windmill. The redone road has an older couple slowly going along on their beast as if they are with us. The natasala is still dark and will be for another couple of weeks. The corner and the school are there to witness us sprinting to the reviewing stand. The hog shop directs us to ms gault to avoid the triangle once more. The tennis park has one player serving to the wall. Another group of cruisers is between the lakes as we pass all of them at once. At the wharf road the gecko takes his leave and I sprint down to the main road. The long and winding lets me bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and the sandhya is there to pedal back with me.
While touring the holy land of Navadvipa the young Goswami learned the intimate details of the places. The names came from those pastimes. So the colors of this nightdress are white and baby blue. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari take time only for a wink or two before resuming their divine play.

july 20
I’m looking at the smooth dancing actor with his peacock feather in his crown.
Now that Gurudeva has engaged me in the service of the smooth dancing actor I know my life can be blessed.
I’ve heard about more opulent, fancy ballerinas
But our smooth dancing actor always brings out our best.
Seeing him dance across the altar in his syamasundar form the devotees gasp, “This outfit is like a dream! Look at the mirrors on Gandharvika’s skirt!!”
Light and airy rose and rhododendron with a few tube roses in for fragrance leis that, the maker says, “blend right in with the dress”
The late afternoon but the ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls me out to meet with the gecko and tour past Mahamuni’s post box and the lion’s park. Climbing the snob hill we descend into the village but there doesn’t seem to be anyone there. Along the wharf to the hook of the point with a foursome slowly sight seeing before us but the toffee nose helps us by drawing his green line around them. We dart in and out of them as the beasts allow until we’ve passed them all. As we near Seymour’s museum another team passes us. “How’s it going?” They ask. “Just great” we reply. They go left at the “T” in the road so we go back to Seymour’s. The great blue whale is having its picture taken with some of the visitors as usual. We circle the lot and head back to take darsan of the sufferer thakura. Then we spin around the spinner’s church and bow to Bhakta Blade’s kutir. The mountain men are taking a break from their tricks and just talking about how many they can perform. As we near the gecko’s shop a fixed gear freak goes by. He’s got low number of spoked wheels, small handlebar and no brakes to show how hardcore he is. At the shop the gecko takes leave and once again I sprint from there to the florists. The go light stops me and then I speed to the long and winding road. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa watches me raise my folded palms and I go back to high five the kala rupa.
And in the ninth Guru Maharaja appeared and this dress was offered. This evening with the cool coming in Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari engage in their pastimes of dancing all night even though they kept their light on a little late.

An eclipse and the full moon didn’t shine
People bathed in the Ganges chanting the name
It was Mahaprabhu’s birth time.
If the moon translates to a white rabbit
It’s all right; just don’t make it a habit
He’s come to the world to search his lost servant and he’s even coming after you.
Middle of the road conservative coming down the street. Looking the kirtan party over with a magnifying glance they wonder if he’ll take this chance to learn a different paradigm and under go the revolutionary plane of consciousness
Leis light yet full the fine art of the maker at it’s finest
The gecko meets me under the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and we offer respect. Speeding to the main road at the main road we try to sprint but the go lights make us stop not once or twice but three times. Beasts turning and people walking the flow must stop and wait. Through the parking lot and over the bridge where the toffee nose has is disguised as a troll and pulls out a can of green spray paint and scrawls “Fragment” on the wall. Taking the left over Saint Dagwood’s creek then right to the tennis park. Between the lakes to the toad road what’s wrong with this sentence? I don’t know ask the toffee nose, he’s got out his spray paint again. After the ordeal a team passes us and then we meet college students that are pumping their fixed gears. We pass the gecko’s shop he takes leave and I sprint to the sandhya blow the sank and it starts again.
Gold and yellow. Gandharvika’s veil is hand sewn by one who can’t do with machines but is just as good as that by hand. From being a nightdress offered on Nrsimha caturdasi it has the name hiranya kasipu, gold and soft bed. They were taking some time to turn in this evening but by now they are enjoying their pastimes with full happiness.

Rivers of amrta, streams of ananda flowing like Ganges water from the mouth of Gurudeva
Though the premes ached to capture it all they held only one tiny paper cup
Still somehow he allowed it be manifest within their hearts together they exclaimed jaya gurudeva
Now the full moon of Sridhara has begun and the season of the rain and the pain of the departure of so many great goswamis
Leis of roses and rhododendron full and fluffy Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari won’t even feel the weight of these though they accentuate their ananda vigrahas
Ratha-bhojana-vrksa jayate and on to the southland around the California sun sign and the ear, nose and throat doc. The main road is chocker block to the wharf road where I meet the gecko and we storm around the opal cliff. The point of the hook is full of folks on their way to the hook. The windmill is generating a powerful beat as we speed past on the way to the redone road. The dog wash reminds us that ms gault will safely get us around the area of the triangle so without touching the triangle we take the right to the harbor. The tennis park is there and then row of honky-tonks and bars. The wharf road comes again to lead me to the long and winding where I take my leave from the gecko. At the ratha-bhojana-vrksa I fold my palms and speed on for the sandhya. A group of deer is starring into the lenses of my eyes wondering what kind of creature I must be. The sandhya is turning cartwheels on the driveway as I blow the sank to begin the sunset meditation.
This evening deep within the far off jungle is the nightdress. The quickly change their clothes and continue to enjoy like anything.

Guru Maharaja sat back against his chair as he revealed the dharma for all the human race.
We smiled, whispered and nodded drinking the nectarine rays from his moonlike face.
“Do you want to live?” he asked “then come to die”
he chuckled as he answered his own question a twinkle in his eye
With rose petal leis and whole lilies in the center. A delicate fragrance permeates the natha mandir.
After the stars rose this morning I met the gecko and we sprinted to Seymour’s museum and were greeted by the great blue whale. The sufferer thakura is decked out with a fresh lei of his own and people crowded around to have their picture taken with him. We speed on to the spinner’s church and circle it. Next Stealmani’s bhajana kutir comes into view. He’s taking the name in ecstasy so we decide not to break his mediation. Instead we follow the fixed gear pace line toward the slaughterhouse of the mind but take a right before the last approach. We spin by the mountain me who are absorbed in their jumps and ramps. From behind we overtake the beach cruiser brigade and wave as we go by. As we climb the hill to the school we join a line of roadies without helmets. We take a left to the school while the team takes a straight line. The gecko takes his leave and I take myself to ms gault to miss the triangle. The harbor is once again dotted with sailboats and a few sufferers with kites on their boards. The east cliff takes me to the wharf road and on to the long and winding where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa takes my bowed head with grace. I slide in just right for the horn to blow to announce the sandhya.
This evening Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are wearing “a lion on the chase” it’s cool enough and also there is enough cloth to float on the breeze as they dance the night away.

The devotees have been happy since Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari were installed
How they’ve been giving their darsana through engagement in their service to one and all
They’re telling everyone around about what a good thing has begun
Right here dispelling darkness the aruna har posse is riding again to invite all people to associate with them in their service.
To begin at the beginning and offer respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and meet the gecko in the southland and we know, toffee nose, you call this a fragment just so you’ll get your name out there. After that then we fly past the beasts lined up in the jam up the snob hill and descending into the village as the beasts snap harsh words at us but we pretend not to notice. When we get to the opal cliff the beasts have thinned out again and only the joggers, lovers and pickpockets are there to watch. On the way to the redone road there is a fleet of lime green and hot pink cruisers to dart in and out of. Ride them in cut them out, cut them out ride them in. As we get nearer the slaughterhouse of the mind cruisers melt into fixed gears complete with small handlebars and no brakes. Some of the more earth friendly ones have milk crate carriers on their backs. Going through their atmosphere and returning to the gecko’s shop he takes leave and I swing around the corner to get to ms gault in order to avoid the triangle. Between the lakes there are at least one hundred sail boats on the bay as one and I don’t believe they know I’m the head of the regalia. Sprinting to the wharf road and back to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa with folded palms the sandhya is wait in for me with his watch out as usual.
Stealmani sings me songs about how the jewelry is very interesting today. Then he goes on about how sari is so much easier to put on now that he’s been in practice once again. The lotus nails are sharp tonight and they take rest promptly.

It means the lion is in both the zodiac and the birth moment
The translation is crystal clear
Mahaprabhu, a blue ribbon personality has appeared. Coming in his loving search and sending his representatives year after year. Leis of rhododendrons, roses and the purple with little white eyes looking out on those who come for darsana and if you say this are a fragment…
The chase along the long and winding with the deer and Cyprus trees looking on is going on every day. The gecko meets me and we go through lions’ park to the village and the opal cliff. The point of the hook has people lining up for slices for a dollar. At the sunny cove a beast is upset with us for being in the left turn place as we make the turn the beasts goes by 30 miles an hour over the speed limit to put us in our place. The gecko and I just look at each other and laugh. A team is on the other side. We know they’re a team since none of them have helmets. “They’re for sissies” they tell us. The harbor is empty even though the wind is high the boats are on the bay. On the redone road a few cruisers are in front of us at a leisurely pace. We dust them but try to be unassuming. The school is still empty and we pass in review before the cruiser king. At the road to ms Gault the gecko takes his leave. I go along avoiding the triangle. Back at the tennis park a mother has her baby in a seat as she pedals along with her two older kids who pedal on their own. Down the long and winding once again and the ratha-bhojana-vrksa watches as I fold my palms.
Vamsi dasa babaji comes in riding a horse of a different color saying “Shiver me tembers!” and Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari enjoy like anything in their hot pink and emerald green nightdress.

A Monday in Gupta Govardhana
Devotees arrive at the natha mandir
On a carriers of flip-flops and crocks
To see the cowherd boy with peal handled peacock feathers
Embroidered on his dhoti and chodder puts his flute to his lips and it’s not possible to describe the aural nectar that comes out
“How did you remain separate for so long?” he asks and before they could respond a drop of that nectar flooded the high hills of their consciousness
Now whom could you say this to and who could believe that this cowherd boy is the best friend of everyone appearing as a cowherd boy with a lump of food in one hand and a stick in the other.
Leis of assorted flowers and roses that curl around their bending dancing form of reality the beautiful.
Oh it’s a short pedal down the long and winding road with a pause for bowing to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and you can see the deer in the right season. The gecko meets the main road and me right at the go light of the long and winding. We take off to the lion’s park and ease around to the snob hill. Through the village where tourists window-shop for unnecessary plastic objects. The opal cliff is full of sufferers walking sideways pretending that they’re leaving. The windmill is open but no live music today. Between the lakes the kites have all stayed at home today but a couple of families are pedaling on the other side of the road. Saint Dagwood’s park is full of people trying to stay out of the sun. Over to the fragment of kutir of Bhakta Blade. He’s out so we circle around the spinner’s church and speed to the bhavanaless mauli. We return to the sufferer thakura. He’s got lei of lilies today and there are pennies at his feet. We make a left to get to see what Della is wearing. The mountain men are having a deep discussion on three sixties and such. At the leaping manqué one of the folks sees me and I wave. What a surprise. “I didn’t know you came all the way to this end of town!” The gecko takes leave at his shop and I take the way of ms gualt to avoid the triangle. The tennis park is empty and so I sprint to the bridge over the first highway. The kala rupa has his watch out and I give him a high five and huff and puff my way to the arati.
This is a world of names and so why not call this one Baby blue? The humid night draws out Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari go out to dance out under the stars to beat the heat.

Giridhari wears a peacock crown on ekadasi
Peacock crown and feather effulgence
He took some bright stars and placed them on his cloak and Mahaprabhu listened while two parrots considering his beauty spoke.
Gandharvika has peacocks on the ruffles of her sari “only sari, no frock!” so say the old lady Bengalis
Mahaprabhu wearing a navy blue chodder and a bright orange pair of pants
Who have you been hearing from lately, prabhu? It’s not strength, power or even money but the ultimate is love charm and beauty
White jasmines at their feet and in Gandharvika’s hair, leis of roses, lilies, and purple flowers with little yellow flowers that look like eyes again and the toffee nose won’t let that sentence pass. “FRAGMENT! FRAGMENT!” he cries aloud. Revise or risk the fickle finger of faultfinding.
Privately singing one evening warbling sweetly as I doubled over in laughter, which made him increase in intensity. Om paramahamsa thakura stealamani this.
In the midst of a pace line of cruisers I offer the ratha-bhojana-vrksa respect. The line goes around the southland and I follow. They turn onto the main road and I follow. On the main road the pace is too slow for me so putting faith in blind corners I overtake them to connect with the gecko on the other side of the bridge over the first highway. Our speed increases even more then and we’re at a full gallop around the hospital curve. Even the racing roadies double take on us. Between the lakes the sufferers and their followers are flying kites. Scores of kites dot the air; stars, boxes, arcs, planes and all sorts of crazy shapes fill the sky. Around the soccer pitch where the teams are struggling with each other and the witnesses are so absorbed they don’t notice the two strange peddlers passing by. The opal cliff is full of sufferers too. The sunny cove has bon fires waiting to happen when the sun goes down. The gecko takes his leave and I have to kick into the highest gear to make the sandhya surprised and pleased that I’ve made his requirement. I think he’s more surprised than pleased.
The touch that wipes out our mundane desire tonight. The red and creamy chinese silk with roses embroidered on. They dance coming in incense and sandalwood. They came in the year of horse

I’m just wild about havir and havir produces ghee
When havir produces ghee there is foam that’s colored pale yellow
This outfit is that shade too
Orange trim with gold jari on the chodders and veil
Accenting the pale yellow quite nicely.
Floppy effulgence now stretched by floral wire
Form halos behind their heads intensifying the pale yellow
Quite nicely
Leis of a mixture of flowers gathered from around the home of the maker. Some roses, some with red with little white buds looking out as if they’re eyes the shade of the colors in the pale yellow
They flow along their bodies quite nicely.
All along the winding road doe and bucks keep view of all the cars that come and go peddlers and joggers too. Some offer respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and others just sail on by. I catch up to the gecko at the field of the clank of the aluminum bat. Together we climb to the whaler’s and on to the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. Once again due to the heat people stop to purchase their wares. At the school a flock of cruisers are casually peddling by. We are too much hard on time and trying to go as fast as possible. The king teaches us how to avoid the triangle by peddling with ms. Gault. She knows well how to tip-toe through and not be seen by anyone in particular. The harbor is empty, all the boats are taking people around the bay to see the sufferers up close and personal. Between the lakes people of all stations of life are “enjoying” like the raja. Along the nursery road I glance in my mirror and whom should I see? Bhakta Blade in his hot rod coming up behind me! “We meet again I see!” I shout as he goes by. He keeps a slower pace to watch me I suppose but soon he comes to his turn and I see him no more. We pedal on to the soccer pitch where a big game is in progress. The wharf road traces our way to the main road. There the gecko puts on a heavy sprint to take his leave and I take the long and winding, saluting the ratha-bhojana-vrksa as I feel out of breath but the sandhya is calling me back there and with all haste. Just as the clock rings me up I sound the shank and everyone is in to see the arati begin.
The effulgence are put away with hope that they won’t droop again. Then the flowers are put into the bowl. The golden outfit to prepare them for their soft bed covered with sweet smelling flowers placed with care by the toffee nose who screams at the top of his lungs fragment! As I put Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari in their beds and write this sentence which he can’t stand.

Bhakta Praya asked his friend Paul, who carries a torch, to dance in Mahaprabhu's night time kirtan force "what time is the arati?"Paul looked to his mentor, the pujari in chief, who pointed to the curtain and said "Saint Patrick's Easter comes fashionably late" Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are wearing that dress today and it carries the devotees hearts and minds away to place where they'll laugh again and be free to engage evermore in the dedicating spirit to Sri Guru and Gauranga. Leis of stock, mums, roses both whole and petaled allow them to dance and sing enough to capture the hear of even the king.
Off to the southland bowing to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa along the way. The gecko is there in a house the whole world can live in but he comes out and we cross the bridge over the first highway. We take the left at the hospital curve and he begins the sprint to the tennis park. Huffing heavily i catch him at the harbor where the boats are on the bay. We continue the pace to the triangle and around the school. The dog wash is our next check point then the senior home. The windmill has a band playing and customers swaying but we speed to the wharf road. There the soccer pitch is being manicured for the match tomorrow. At the main road i take my leave to fold my palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. Giving it everything i've got i take the sandhya and kalarupa by surprise, he hasn't even got his watch out yet.
The nights are humid to Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari go deep within the far off jungle to dance all night long and lay on their beds of aromatic flowers

The devotees exposing all to divine sound. Taking all to the topmost up from the lowest down. Mrdanga and kartalas mix in a masala that fills the sky inauspiciousness in all directions dies.
They serve Gurdeva be they happy or in misery no matter they remove the spell of external energy.
Then they arrive at darsana time Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are so attractive they're forcing they're forcing the material conception completely out of everyone's mind
Today, tomorrow and till the end of time.
Pedaling so hard, still must remember to offer respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. When i get to the main road meet with the gecko sprinting through town and singing our songs.
Taking first left just past the clank of the aluminum bat field crossing Saint Dagwood's river and spinning along.
The toad joins us now and sets the pace faster looks over his shoulder and calls out you guys are taking too long.
Circling the soccer pitch players in new uniforms us three bunched together to keep from getting lost in the fog.
Over the opal cliffs along to the sunny cove cruiser king joins the pace line to bring the rest of us home
Taking my leave i turn to the long and winding road bowing my head at the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and hustling along.
The sandhya awaits with his pocket watch drawn only minuets before i start the show.
It's a miracle mom, that's tonight's night dress. It comes from vyasa puja nine or ten years ago. No one will hear when they go out the back door to dance.

Some years or ago, when i'd graduated from school,
i decided to try my hand at becoming a nut
of course there is no standard or symbol of success
all that mattered was that they thought that i was cool
Then i left that fine institution one morning worldly things tucked underneath my arm
with their fingers pointed in my direction they shouted verses from their charter's rules.
Since then they shake their heads to show i've changed. In their puckawalla's glory their is a difference between us as they keep their rigid form.
Sumanas leis as each Wednesday grace the bodies of Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari
Once again i respect the ratha-bhojana-vrksa bowing as i pass. Around the triangle where the gecko takes me on the tour of the Saint Dagwood park. Then we turn back to the dog wash to the harbor and between the lakes to the point of the hook. Cruisers of red, yellow and blue are all around us with college students aboard. The sufferers are in force also changing along the opal cliff where they figure no one will watch. The soccer pitch has a match beginning as we pass. All the way down to the toad's we go at top speed. There we slow to catch our breath and view the go light. Back to the sunny cove and then to the redone road. The natasala is boasting it's August engagements. The gecko takes leave to close the door on his shop and draw the curtain. i pass in review for the Cruiser king. He is taking note that the gecko has departed. To the peddler's ramp and down the dip to the bear's house. Circling the lover's lane and back to the wharf road. Of course that leads on to the long and winding and the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where i fold my palms and speed on to shake the hand of the sandhya. The kalarupa says that i'm on time so i quickly continue.
O deer dough, have you seen Krsna? This evening's night dress offered on Radhastami when the reading came to a portion where the gopis were questioning everything and everyone about where Krsna had gone. So with silver mukuts, flute and ankle bells they keep away that mundane chezebelle with their loving pastimes.

July the eighth what another hot and sticky day. Giridhari and Mahaprabhu watch the seamstress pull the Radhastami outfit right out of the Janmastami one. Nothing up my sleeve! But Giridhari has bangles along his arms. Two leis today. One of roses with some facing the kirtan. The other with sunflowers, roses, mums and tube roses. A lot of wild on this second day of the week in the humid heat Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari look like flower a child. And what great leis they are fragrance and appearance!
Another charge from the door of the asrama to the trunk of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where i bowed my head. The southland to the post box up the snob hill and over the opal cliff. The hook of the point sees sufferers diving and surfacing on the white caps. Between the lakes a pair of cruisers try and catch up to me but i meet the gecko and we sprint ahead. The harbor sees the boats in spite of the heat. Maybe the week day has people hard at work. The corner and the school are next the gecko leads me on to the cruiser king's reviewing stand. At the triangle beasts are snapping at our heals. We put our heads down and the pull up and let us through. The gecko takes his leave but the toad joins me and takes me down to his shop. We go past a basketball match in progress. The soccer pitch is empty though. Around the pitch and to the east cliff and the sunny cove. From there the toad takes leave. i sprint up to the tennis park and into the parking lots. At the go light i'm able to beat the yellow and speed to the long and winding. i fold my palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrska and salute the sandhya and blow the shank.
Pralad-a-dad is night dress this evening. They take their time getting ready but in the end they are dancing all night long.

Another day with the devotees chanting and dancing in the street so many people there to meet
Very young devotees suggesting outfit colors with sweet words
When they come for darsana on Gaura Purnima they see they were heard
Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are wearing mango, yellow and red. Red and gold mukuts that match today the scene takes the devotee’s breath away.
Hey look at the leis, vijayanti style, rhododendrons, marigolds, roses, lilies and fuchsia with their five different colors too.
Peddler go as fast as you can, offer respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa, cross the bridge that crosses the first highway and pass the field of the clank of the aluminum bat on the way to the whaler’s. At the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot take the left and sprint to the redone road following the gecko and the toad. Between the lakes the fences are gone and the sufferers are back frolicking with the waves. The toad hops into the lead and takes us past the empty soccer pitch and on to the basketball park. The gecko attacks and takes the lead as we come up to the chant it clearly avenue. A few blocks later the toad takes his leave to close his shop. The gecko and I pass the harbor where the boats are mostly teathered. The natasala has “breaking away from George the third” on it’s marquee today. The gecko then takes his leave to close his shop too. I take the corner and pass the cruiser king’s reviewing stand through the triangle to the ramp and around the old people’s home. Left there and retrace a few pedal strokes till I’m back on the bridge over the first highway but going the opposite direction now. Through the lots and to the long and winding where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa waits for my folded palms. The sandhya is ready for me and the singers are too.
It’s a world of names and everything is named in one image or other like east Bengal is called Radhadesa since the Ganges doesn’t flow there, call this nightdress baby blue since it’s color is like a new born’s eyes.

She told me she’d made the vyasa puja dress of deep forest green with black trim, chodder and silvery pleats and coat it’s sure to be ready on time.
The crystal beads clap together as they dance reminding all of Mahaprabhu’s clarion call.
Srila Guru Maharaja repairing our ears by pouring in his nectarous katha, prepared us for service in Mahaprabhu’s mission.
The leis were confused today as soon as one maker had started another came with leis already made one of full and petaled roses, another of fuchsia with roses and the last of the unavoidable sumanasa flowers.
Giving chase from the asrama, respecting the ratha-bhojana-vrksa, I’m in hot pursuit of the gecko and the cruiser king. I catch up to them at the dog wash after going along the way of Mahamuni’s post box, the lion’s club and up the snob hill. I descended into the village where a large group was inspecting the shops on both sides. The wharf is on the left side and I swing onto the opal cliff. The hook of the point is next where a platoon of pink cruisers is in formation. Taking an early right I get back to the big road. At a go light one of the folks calls out from her beast “Will you be cruising by the beach?” I answer I have but will return shortly. Swinging around the soccer pitch where a furious game is happening I sprint between the lakes and to the redone road. When I get to the natasala I go right and meet them. Together we storm the town and go through Saint Dagwood’s park. The shoppers have returned to their corner and we make the left there with the cruiser king himself in the lead. Through the treacherous triangle he takes his leave at the dog wash where he met me. The gecko and I race to the harbor and he wins. The boats are out trying to beat the heat. Across from the tennis park there is a band playing something about a lady who has been something since nineteen eighty-five. The gecko takes his leave there and I give it what I have left to respect the ratha-bhojana-vrksa one more time today and then shake the hand of the sandhya. OPT is there and we speak of how the tour is going ‘till Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari ring their bell to remind us it’s time for their dinner.
Lastly in the ninth they take their evening rest at least until they see what a warm night it is and then they might sneak out to dance under the moonlight.