Mahaprabhu in white satin agreed to descend
to please his devotees and to make some new friends.
Some came to explain to him philosophy they could not defend
No matter how they argued he won in the end
Unparalleled beauty one of his chief weapons
“Come to the kitten!” it's strong voice beckons
Seeing Mahaprabhu's turban how can I look upon anything else one devotee reckons
Starting out late offering respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa still I met the gecko the bridge over the first highway and we sprinted over under around and through Saint Dagwood's park. Then off to Bhakta Blade's kutir he was riding his beast and with a wave of his hand he directed us to Seymour's museum and the great blue whale. From there we sped along the west cliff to the sufferer thakura. He's got fresh lei on today it's been changed since the rain. Then we turn and circle the spinner's church. Next we look over the mountain men doing their extreme stunts getting ready for the extreme show of skills. At the shop the gecko takes leave and I go as fast as my dui charkas will take me. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees my folded palms and smiles. The kalarupa shines a light bright enough for the both of us to make the sandhya in seconds flat.
The lotus nails are the weapons used to rip the chest of Hiranya kasipu. This evening Bhakta Blade dresses them and tells me of private muni learning marshal arts which brings to mind a large animal gracefully dancing across the stage. Then Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari begin their own graceful dance under the stars.