The boat of Gurudeva’s mercy is taking us back home
To the dedication land
But you have to die, as you are to live in that plane of consciousness
Good bye to all the prospect we’ve known and all the plans we’ve trusted by gurudeva’s grace all our accounts will be adjusted
The boat of Gurudeva’s mercy is taking us back home
And from there we’ll never stray
Roses, marigolds, red flowers with eyes, and zinnias make the leis along with a couple of bubble gum flowers for Mahaprabhu.
Palms folded to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa meeting the gecko in the southland off to the lion’s park. We turn from the snob hill and go up the florist hill. The opal cliff has a pair of couples pedaling in front of us but they naturally aren’t up to our pace. Around to the big road then the soccer pitch. The gecko has to take leave at the wharf road and I continue to the long and winding. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees my head bow as I pass and pick up the kalarupa to the sandya where I blow my horn to remind everyone the ceremony has begun.
As the day winds down Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari dress in their Hiranyakasipu dress gold for the soft bed decorated with aromatic flowers.