Hey there do so see Radha in the hood?
The place of highest bhajana
I like to be in your serving group if I could. So you come as Gurudeva to fulfill the desire of my heart
She has a hood and Mahaprabhu and Giridhari have red capes.
They all have white silk trimmed in red and black. A draft dodger organization which leads me on to thinking “Govinda I shall not fight” those words spoken on Kuruksetra the highest place of bhajana as declared by Thakura Bhaktivinoda.
I'd like to be in that serving group if I could so you come as Gurudeva to fulfill the desire of my heart
Their leis of roses, petals and a sumanas flower or two, late but not to heavy for them to wear in their pastimes of divine love,
From the asrama to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the gecko and I spin and fold our palms. The main road to the lion's park laughing as we pass through the village at the tourists the sufferers are calling it a day and shucking out of their wetsuits on the opal cliff we begin to sprint at the point of the hook all the way to the natasala where the five o'clock show is about to begin around the corner to the school and the reviewing stand the traffic is so light for a Sunday that we pass right through the triangle as if it weren't treacherous the boats are out on the ocean away from the harbor and the tennis park is empty but there are quite a few peddlers along the road since it's the time of year when the sun makes it warm some are in traditional shorts others may be staying out later are in windbreaker gear the bear is happy to see us and reminds us that only we can prevent merging with the purple legions of the darkness by igniting our lights and so we do back to the wharf road at the long and winding the gecko goes on and I take my leave to make the sandhya and offer respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the kalarupa takes follows me to the asrama and our lights keep us out of trouble.
From the eyelet silk to the Chinese silk seeing Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari is the touch that kills all desire for ordinary beauty, friendship or love. This evening they danced just a little longer and laughed a little more than some nights since the devotees chanted, danced and lost material conception by taking their darsana.

I laughed so hard when Mrs. asked me this outfit’s name
“well it’s got two and here’s a story of how they came
With the flowers all over the chodders, veil and putka it became I’m a sumanas child. Then when the blue backdrop from cloth called “New York” was added it became New York a go-go and everything tastes nice.
“I don’t know why I put this rose here it throws off the symmetry.” “I don’t think I can make it show. Well if I pulled Giridhari’s hair way over behind his ear that’s where it is”
As I offered Gandharvika’s leis I heard the maker gasp “Is that upside down?” I asked. “I didn’t say anything I just gasped a bit” the maker said. “I would never have figured that one out”
The traffic is still light. After respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa I meet the gecko and we sprint along the main road. We wanted to take the left at the hospital curve but the light favored going up to the whaler’s. On to the post office and then the corner where we took the right and passed through the triangle. At the tennis park we knew we’d go right at the toad road and past the basketball park. We kept the soccer pitch on the right and took the left for the wharf road. The long and winding led up to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where I bowed my head. The kalarupa and I hammered all the way to the sandhya. One of the munis was arrive just before we got there and had a quizzical look “I didn’t see you on the road. How did you get here so fast?” but neither of us said anything.
Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika=Giridhari wear their Hiranaykasipu outfit on Saturday night and then go out for dancing under the stars.

Mahaprabhu comes to bring his own coin of mercy
To those at the bottom to take them to the top
What an amazing ride?
He’ll make you into a lover of the smooth dancing actor
“All these flowers came from my yard” the leis maker told me
“Ha! I didn’t have to go far at all” they’re coming together fast
I’m speaking the truth; don’t think I’d try to fake you
I know you’re becoming a lover of the smooth dancing actor
“I thought all the leis were going to be the same length but some one came out longer to be offered by the lover of the smooth dancing actor.”
The gecko and I offer our respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and to the lion’s park laughing through the village. Opal cliffs only have joggers and peddlers today due to the gloomy chill and we pass the groups of each to the hook of the point. Bon fires are plenty on the beach and between the lakes the sufferers are huddled around one already lit. At the shop the gecko takes leave and I begin to hammer at the dog wash and continue along the peddler’s ramp to say “Hey!” to the bear. The wharf road leads me to the main road. The long and winding one takes me to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and the kalarupa makes sure I’m there for the sandhya and he gives me a pat on the back as an energy boost.
Deep within the far off jungle is the nightdress and they are quick to slip into it since the chill begins to come through the door jam and they want to be sure they don’t catch cold.

What’s the buzz? Do you know what’s happening?
It’s amavasya and so there are bumblebees on Gandharvika’s veil
Will Mahaprabhu ever return to Srivasa ungam? When will come again to dance with us? Just who invented this asrama of sannyasa?
Is Krsna ever going to come back to the forest of Vrnadavana?
How can we get him to leave Dvaraka?
What’s the buzz? Do you know what’s happening?
When will the leis come this morning? Do you know if there is any arrangement?
Oh yes and they look so good roses and petals symmetrically arranged just right for the Lord and his devotees to wear in their pastimes.
When do we get to see the hairdresser? When will she come and set our ‘dos? Who said everyone could be so late today? Who said everyone could be so late today?
While the folks chowed down the gecko and I offered our respects to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and got out on the empty main road. The go lights didn’t matter now so we hammered to the bridge over the first highway. There was no sound coming from the clank of the aluminum bat field. The whalers had all stayed home but there was a couple on a tandam that were leisurely pedaling along. The gecko and I continued sprinting to the corner and saw the school just before the reviewing stand. The cruiser king was even at his house today and not there to judge our form as the triangle let us through without incident. The house that taught-choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot was empty too. All of them waiting for tomorrow when they will pounce on the shoppers along with toffee nose who’ll spray them all with his ever loving green pen. The boats are out and between the lakes ordinary people play football on the beach. There a flock of cruisers are waiting to climb the hill. We go by like nothing. The gecko has to take leave for tomorrow also and I sprint to the wharf road and to the long and winding where I respect the ratha-bhojana-vrksa once again. The kalarupa pulls me along to the sandhya and I ready for the ceremony.
Ah yes, Krsna is a brahmacari, this evening’s nightdress. The chill is back in the air and a fire in the hearth. Om Paramahamsa Thakura wrote “thanks” on a piece of paper and handed it to people to see how long it would take for them to ask if this was his way of giving thanks? Then Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari took themselves off to bed.

Of all those people put at the top it's for that Mahaprabhu is none less than the one to make them all come to a stop
His sankirtana party chanting and dancing and crowning him with a jeweled turban he searches for the lost servants of the divine couple, Gandharvika-Giridhari who also have their pink and with satin timed in silver decorated with specially made jewelry
The gecko and I were hit by sweet November rain today as we offered respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. The drops were very close together and took all the peddler's tricks we know to keep ourselves between them. Only a hearty few were out as we passed the original mission and clock tower today. The teams and cruisers were inside but the fixed gear freaks were out heading to class or their dorms. After visiting the trader we returned to the main road. At his shop once again the gecko and I part. I go on to the peddler's ramp and he closes his shop. I greet the bear and on the big road make the left to return to the long and winding one. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa thinks I haven't the sense to come in out of the rain but the kalarupa must also lack such sense 'cause he still follows along as we dodge the drops to get to the sandhya. who is glad we have simonized our watches so the ceremony can begin on time once again
Bhakta Blade helped them into their O deer dough nightdress this evening. He also built a fire that turned the mandir into a near sweat lodge. “Well by the mangala arati it will still be warm he said. But maybe the Deities would rather wait sometime before getting fully dressed. I decided that we should have them all ready to go before the morning comes around and then they took themselves off to bed.

A community college student asked me if it's really true
The lion appeared both in the birth moment and zodiac of Mahaprabhu? Nilambara Cakravarti's calculation makes it crystal clear
A blue ribbon personality has appeared
The leis maker handed me the leis and headed of to school
I didn't notice how short they really are and the amount of string to put around their necks. Then Gridhari's broke I felt as if I were up a creek. Gandharvika's was filled in with an extra garland and Giridhari's broken part was covered by his chodder.
Om Paramahamsa Thakur has yet to learn that puja astra.
With all respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the gecko and I hammer all the way to the bridge over Saint Dagwood's river. The teams gave way to the cruisers who were replaced by fixed gear freaks. We arrived at the taila walla's and made a purchase and returned via the bhajan kutir of Bhakta Blade. Circling the spinner's church to the sufferer thakura. The leaping monque hadn't seen us in a while and so leaped a little higher. At his shop the gecko takes his leave and I sneak through the triangle. A tandem patrol is just ahead but I overtake them at the peddler's ramp. By now I'm hammering again. Passing the city and Rich's tulips I slow to a sprint at the long and winding. The ratha-bhojan-vrksa watches as I fold my palms and the kalarupa pushes me to back to the hammer stage. At the hidden valley I've had it and have to slow to a spin. As we cross into the back forty there is lump of dirt left by vijaya that we have to hop but the sandhya is there to applaud.
The evening started a little chilly but by the time Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari were helped into their Pralad a dad night dress temperature was warm enough for them to stealthily leave by the back door for some dancing under the stars.

With peacock feathers everywhere in this outfit
They even have peacock feathers for their hair in each mukut
Giridhari learned dance from the peacock thus he wears their feathers in his crown
Seeing Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari makes a smile from a frown
Leis of marigolds and roses follow their curves as their toes twinkle and dance to the sound of the flute.
This November sky is foretelling of rainy weather as we respect the ratha-bhojana-vrska. Through the village on to the east cliff between the lakes that are empty in a rare show. The natasala is opening another show this evening we pass to see the folks lining up. Around the corner the school is ready for the short week. The cruiser king is sitting in his reviewing stand as the gecko and I pass. The gecko is a length ahead of me and he holds through the triangle. At the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot I draw level and we go on to the harbor. To the left is the tennis park up ahead is the toad road where we make the right. The basketball park is full where a game is going on. A team is sprinting through the sign and we fall in behind. At the soccer pitch we go left to the wharf road and the team goes right to the opal cliff. The wharf road takes me to the long and winding where I make the left and the gecko continues straight ahead. I offer respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and hammer past the kalarupa to the sandhya..
Learning to play the mrdunga brings the kirtan a new feel. Mahaprabhu appeared in the part of Bengal where the Ganga doesn't flow it's called Radha desa and Monday nightdress is called baby blue.

Gandharvika's sari looks like the sun going down
Mahaprabhu and Giridhari have all the colors of the rainbow
Flowers and leaves everywhere a new stylist did their hair
Decorated with all the colors of the rainbow.
Leis with Russian spacers, roses, and red ones with eyes
The gecko and I offer respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa as all good days of pedaling begin. Soon we've crossed the bridge over the first highway and heard the clank of the aluminum bat. The tennis park is on the left and the natasala is waiting for the show tomorrow. There are tandems on the corner and recumbents in the harbor. The sufferers are again building a bon fire between the lakes. At the windmill the gecko turns to go and I sprint on racing with the light to see if I can make it up the wharf road to the long and winding one where I fold my palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. The kalarupa chases to the sandhya and the premes all cheer.
In the ninth Guru-gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari put on their red and purple nightdress and dance all night even though it is inside.

Far off in northern India there is a place called Vrndavana
Where the queen of bhakti dressed in plum
She steals Giridhari’s mind ‘cause her service is second to none
Far off in Vrndavana
Mahaprabhu wearing deep blue
If you’re fortune is right his search will come find you
And take you for off to Vrndavana
Leis of roses and petals so well done follow the curve in their knees
As they dance far off in Vrndavana
Spinning to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and folding my palms there
I see a couple of deer looking toward me as if thinking ‘this doesn’t look so harmful’ so they continue to chew on the grass there where they stand and I go on to the main road. There the gecko meets me and we cross the bridge over the first highway. The field of the clank of the aluminum bat has a football game being played on it and lots of folks waiting for the bus outside. At the whalers we pass a peddler out on his errands. At the post office a long line of beasts slow us down but soon we’ve negotiated both them and the triangle and are at the corner. There we go to the left and see the school and the reviewing stand where the cruiser king joins in for a spin. At the harbor we take the right and go between the lakes with the cruiser king in the lead.. There are a flock of cruisers there that bow to their king as we sprint on past them. At the wharf road the king and the gecko take their leaves and I go on to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where I bow and pick up the kalaruapa who delivers me to the sandhya.
At the end of their day Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhar get into their hiranyakasipu night dress and perform their night pastimes with such happiness that it causes all who witness to be struck with wonder.

My dear Saint Patrick could you wait awhile?
The priest in his purple stole is running a country mile
When he gets he won’t waste time on ordinary talk
That’s something to be had on any other block
Coming for darsana and there isn’t much time left on the clock
Leis of roses, mums and others along with leaves
Sway along the chodders and skirt that float on the breeze as they dance in kirtan
Off to Mahamuni’s post bax and the snob hill through the village and the point of the hook after respecting the ratha-bhajana-vrksa. The cruisers are in force along with the mountain men in the hills near the university. Between the lakes the bon fires are being set up for a chilly night. The cruisers have jackets and hats while the teams have their booties over their shoes. The gecko and I are dressed as if it were still summer. As the sun begins to set the gecko takes his leave to tend to the shop and I fly down the east cliff trying to make the wharf road and then the long and winding one. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees my folded palms and the kalarupa reminds me there are only ten minutes before the sandhya.
Even though Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are wearing their deep within the far off jungle nightdress they have decided to stay inside.

Yes there are many paths that you can go by
but Gurudeva has recommended that traced by the mahajanas to be the one we should be on
it no wonder that this the way to follow the angels.
They've crossed the ocean of desire and let behind the boat
Living to follow them and attain the treasure of prema
and it's no wonder this is the way to follow the angels
leis of stock and roses so fragrant that they steal the mind from the incense and patchouli of the children of the avenue.
makes us eager to follow the angels
The ratha-bhojana-vrksa greets my bowed head and i say 'jaya' and fly on to meet the gecko at the lion's park. The to the florist's hill where we join the wharf road following that to the opal cliff. Hammering on to the harbor where the boats are a little afraid of the wind. Continuing to sprint for the appointment we've made and slidding in just under the tag. The stars are rising and by the time we break the we have to add our light to the fermament. As we go on between the lakes and the east cliff. The soccer pitch is empty so we go on to the wharf road. At the main road we take the left and at the long and winding i break to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and the gecko heads to his shop. The kalarupa and i sprint for the sandhya. In the first third of the way my light goes out so it's the kenetic one that takes over how dark is that?
We had pedaled back like a lion on the chase the name of the night dress this evening. The night is warm and they are ready for dancing under the stars. Some how they keep me standing long enough to get them into their beds decorated with aromatic flowers

Gurudeva you can teach me the love I need
Way more than enough
Let me associate a while with you
So many things I’ve tried
And so many times been cheated
All the time I wonder just what I need to know
By way of causeless mercy Sri Krsna has sent you
to teach me all the things I really need to know.
This orange blue and gold dress
Reminds me of the limit of all cleverness
Krsna’s loving pastimes are what you’ve come to show
The dark winter time has begun. Hiding from the light of the beasts
The gecko and I offer respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa as early as possible and head to the village. Laughing all the way to the opal cliff where the sufferers go. Through the point of the hook we pass the harbor where the boats are out. The natasala is ready for the next show and at the shop the gecko takes his leave. I run through some cruisers with streamers on their handlebar and then try to keep up with the racers. We all head down the peddler’s ramp and over the rodeo creek. Left to the tennis park and between the lakes. I can keep pace just enough to appear like part of them. I take to the east cliff and they go on in a straight line. The chill has kept most people away a few hearty joggers are there. At the wharf road I turn myself to the long and winding and respect the ratha-bhojana vrksa. The kalarupa tries to keep up but I’m to fast for him today. The sandya shakes my hand as I pull in for the sunset ceremony.
The lotus nails this evening. Cooler nights are coming but the chodders aren’t yet. This evening the Om Paramahamsa thakura was off to celebrate the birth that some one came in contact with Sri guru and gauranga.

For Guru Maharaja’s appearance day this is a new thing
The shade of a heavenly cloud
Red backdrop makes it all pop out loud
Leis of mums, petals and roses that face the world saying
“I’m a flower child!”
Silver trim with red ribbon one calls it red white and blue
Showing how their colors are true
In a world of names each outfit has a few
Ratha-bhojana-vrksa is waiting for my bowed heard and when it sees I pass on to the main road where the gecko stands waiting. We cross the bridge and turn at the hospital curve light where we meet up with the team and join their pace line. They go along the opal cliff and then into the point of the hook that causes us to pass the pace line. They pick it up after seeing us passing them. At the natasala the gecko takes leave and I go around to the reviewing stand. The peddler’s ramp calls me to the soccer pitch. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa knows I’ve folded my palms when I catch up to the kalarupa and head for the sandhya who is happy to see us.
Talking like a pirate and riding a horse of a different color Vamsi dasa babjis enters marakata Mani puri. The Deities are staying in tonight though. They’ll dance all night long in their beds.

Gaura Purnima was coming and a new outfit need be made
The seamstress had no idea she felt like every card she had she’d played then the children said “what about yellow and red?
Do they have any outfits that color?
Stupid priest told the seamstress of the kids’ desire
She thanked him for the word and it set her mind on fire
She worked at a feverish pace right down to the wire
‘Cause all the children said “what about yellow and red?
Do they have any outfits that color?
Stock and roses made the leis today
Simple, light and color coordinated they were made more beautiful by the Deities themselves
From the aroma door to the rath-bhjana-vrksa the gecko and I offer respect to there. The village calls out to us and laughing as we're passing through the river of green sliding beneath the Indian summer flowing out to sea. The natasala is dark again tonight so staying at the tail of a pace line the gecko and I pedal to his shop where he takes leave and I turn around to make the peddler’s ramp to the wharf road and back to the long and winding. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa is getting my palms folded and the kalarupa is ready for me to lead him to the sandhya. He is happy to see us arrive just in time.
Of all the holy places the area where the Ganges doesn’t flow is the best for there all the places of Mahaprabhu’s pass times so they call this one baby blue.

As she decorates each moment with sandalwood pulp and leis
The hippies know she’s there with bells on
Her hair done by one named for a jasmine variety
Smooth and iridescent as a peacock’s feather
Mahaprabhu came to understand her love’s treasure
Pedaling past the ratha-bhojana-vrksa I bow my head and meet the gecko. We go along the main road crossing the bridge over the first highway to the hospital curve. From there we pass the tennis park and go between the lakes. Spinning past the navapatra there are some cruisers we bob in and out of them and come up to the toad road. The toad himself joins in and the three of form a pace line to the harbor. The toad takes the lead and takes us to the natasala. There the gecko has to take his leave and so the toad and I continue through the triangle to the peddler’s ramp we make the right at the bear’s house. Then keeping the soccer pitch on our right we head to the wharf road. At the long and winding we part I go to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and join with the kalarupa to the sandhya. The toad goes back to his gym. I meet the sandhya who is happy to greet me.
The cream and crimson Chinese silk that is smooth like milk. Seeing their gentle smiles inviting all to associate with Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari in the mood of eternal service. That transforms one and all from the lowest plane to the highest. The touch that kills all mundane desire

Their forms define beauty
Wrapped in a wisp of silken veil and chodders
Receiving their darsana, stopped the devotees hearts and chilled the
blazing material fire
Topmost other worldly vision dressed in satin, raw silk covered with rusty flowers
They grace the altar at the asrama in fact their leis go on forever a plethora of mums punctuated by a rose or two.
Chasing down a dream bowing to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa, going where Mahamuni's post box leads. Then to the lion's park. Up the florists hill on to the wharf road and through the opal cliffs where the sufferers morph from ordinary citizens and back again like the toffee nose who hollers 'fragment' at every chance he can. At the natasala the gecko takes leave and I pass the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot and see the whalers detail another beast and head to the redone road. The tennis park is empty and I go down the toad road to the navapatra. Passing the soccer pitch I take a left at the wharf road and sprinted all the way to the main road. Left again there breathing heavy I go through a pace line to the long and winding. There some deer scurry away and I fold my palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and join the kalarupa to smile in the face of the sandhya.
Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari smoothly slipped from the havirbhu into their hiranyakasipu the night is a little cooler but still warm enough for them to cross through the locked door and find themselves enjoying under the moon and stars

The night with her multitude of shades of purple descends over everything. folks of the house knew I was on the way so they kept watch for evil spirits who might take the forms of cats
And I was born right as the clock struck midnight
Vrndavan is for shallow thinkers i fell as if from the top of a tree
Head over heels I said Mahaprabhu's mercy that's best for me
And I was born right as the clock struck midnight
Nityananda's lotus feet spread the mercy's cool rays
Mahaprabhu's siksatika lava runs hot
As it flows all the devotees hope it never stops
And I was born right as the clock struck midnight
The gecko and I sing out 'jaya' to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and head to the main road Mahamuni's post box en route to the village. From there it's the opal cliff and then between the lakes where the sufferers are basking in the warmer than warm November day. The natasala is waiting for the evening show and we go to the shop where the gecko takes his leave and I circle around to the reviewing stand. Beyond that I slip through the triangle and the dog wash. The tennis park has a hot match going on and across the street a band is playing, there hearts are light. In a playground down the way children are laughing and watching a football game men shout. Returning to the long and winding I bow my head to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and pedaling with the kalarupa arriving in time for the sandhya is not in doubt
The nights are warm lately so Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari slip into their deep within the far off jungle nightdress and go on out to enjoy pastimes beneath the now waning moon.

The curtain's pushed back and the rhinestone crowns bend the light
In colors to be seen with the eyes you've not used yet
Causing assemblies to dance all across the universe
Leis of snapdragons, mums and sumanas flowers follow the divine forms as they dance seen only to the fortunate few all across the universe
Words can't measure up when asked to describe the scene of incense billowing out from the altar the laughing and the dancing all across the universe
Struck with wonder, stunned by the beauty of this dress offered when srila gurudeva was here to celebrate his birthday as the assembly danced creating waves that rippled across the universe
What a day for pedaling! The gecko and I offer respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and take off past the post box of Mahamuni but instead of going on to the lion's park and laughing through the village to the opal cliff we take the left and begin the trek over the mountains. We remember the last time we went this way and laugh about the trailer people and the fruit stand that says “don't panic it's organic”. But the sky is an overcast tone of autumn and the beasts come out of the dark to roar past. Up and up it seems that the mountain will never end. Plenty of peddlers coming down the other way but none going up like we are only the toffee nose is there to mark this as a fragment. It seems so fast that the log tuck sign appears to let us know that the climb is behind us. The descent begins and we're hammering all the way to the highway. There's a detour on the creek trail and we miss it the first time around and have to double back. The sun is going down and only joggers are on the trail ahead. As we rejoin the pavement we blind them by our lights of truth and right so we don't wander in the dark without direction. The ground must be leveler here since we are able to sprint longer and harder. We pass the mysterious men on horseback that directs us to the party for Mahaprabhu's arrival in the house at two six nine.
It's a miracle mom, the nightdress tonight, that after that we have made it back to dress them in their purple gold lamiae and lavender. They are planning to dance late into the night to celebrate the vijaya Mahaprabhu at the new house too.

Dressing them in this outfit today
Brought so much joy
But the pacawalla sent emails to me
To say I was a simple minded boy
But wait, I said, our seamstress resourceful you know
She makes the finest of outfits
Taking whatever is available and combining it so tastefully.
But like that band of renegades in '76 up against the red coats the pucawalla dresses better than our gang
The ratha-bhojana-vrksa is there for me to bow my head to once again today as I spin to the main road. At the Rodeo creek the gecko joins in and we pass the tennis court. The natasala is dark today so we sail on by around the corner. A couple of residents of Saint Dagwood's park are showing their mountain man status. They overtake us on a hill and smirk as they go by. We get them back over the bridge and the gecko turns to me to say “us roadies will be pedaling long after the mountain men are pushing up daisies” We circle the trader and head back. At the shop he takes his leave and I go to the harbor where the boats are still out. The wharf road takes me past the soccer pitch as usual and then the long and winding and the toffee nose declares “FRAGMENT” that's a fragment and I'll cover it in green until you ad more to it! So the ratha-bhojana-vrksa lets me fold my palms and head to the sandhya.
O deer dough have you seen Krsna? That's the nightdress' name. The pale green and silver will reflect well in the full moon light tonight. Om Paramahamsa Thakura went out the door of the altar and told me that he could read in this moonlight. As he stood behind Gandharvika he hanger of clothes went flying and he trapped it against the mural on the back wall. He sang to me of how the kartik songs have had their melodies changed every other year and how he's surprised to learn that he hasn't been to the epicenter for five years

One of the folks came knocking on my door this morning
He said, “You’re my teacher! I want a lesson from you
Teach me the bathing and how to dress Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari in their Sue ‘nilla Vasana”
So we took the journey with Mahaprabhu in mango and Giridhari wearing yellow and Gandharvika in most beautiful blue.
Watching it all it purified his mind
Left his idea of beauty far from far behind.
Emphasized leis today of roses, mums and leaves
The ratha-bhojan-vrksa watches me bow my head as I pass on my way to the main road. The wharf road is where the gecko meets me today and we spin to the opal cliff. There the sufferers are conspicuous by their absence so we hammer to hook the point. Spinning between the lakes where folks are collecting wood for bon fires. The reviewing stand has the cruiser king himself taking note. The gecko takes leave there and I sprint through the triangle to the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. The harbor has all the boats out today and the tennis park is empty too. The toad road takes me past the basketball park and then the soccer pitch. The wharf road takes me back to the long and winding where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa stands and I fold my palms. The kalarupa chases me to the sandhya.
Pralad a dad is the nightdress from Nrsimhacaturdasis past. They are ready for going out as soon as I shut out the light. Mahaprabhu played a couple of tricks on me with his crown and chodder so he could stay up a little later. Yet now they are dancing the night away some where under the waning moon light.

All of this and some of that
The great society needn’t worry ‘cause it’s wallet’s fat
But you can only afford a thing or two
Sorry that won’t do, you’ll just have to take what we give to you.
Creamy red with turquoise set off by petal and whole rose leis
From the door of the asrama to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where I bow my head in memory of Srila Gurudeva’s instruction the gecko meets me at the main road and we go on to the post box of Mahamuni it seems we’ve been there recently so we go on to the lion’s park where about twenty-five school kids are doing homework as one it causes us to wonder if they even notice us pair of little boys who though the calendar says we’re old enough to know better in our hearts we’re the same age as they on we go to the village where people are shopping and pedaling to avoid the high price of dinosaur remnants the opal cliff has the sufferers getting ready to go in or just come out of the ocean pointing to the hook some several cruisers lead us down the way to the natasala where they are waiting for the next show the gecko notices it’s late and stops at his shop to close down I take the right at the corner and then on to the reviewing stand the triangle is empty today so I fly through and check the dog wash sprinting to the harbor where boats are taking shelter from the wind then I hammer between the lakes where bon fires are starting due to the coming winter on the wharf road the soccer pitch has an exciting match going on but the ratha-bhojana-vrksa beckons and I respond with folded palms and pedal with the kalarupa to the sandhya.
To bed to bed pleads Mahaprabhu influenced by sleepy head. In this world of names each has one and this one is they call east Bengal the Radhadesa call this baby blue.

Uttana ekadasi yes that's right
Uttana ekadasi time to see the light
Gurudeva adjust my consciousness to see
Divine connection even here on earth
By his invitation Krsna has appeared on earth
Wearing his star studded cape
Mahaprabhu comes to teach us what this life is worth
Holding devotional ecstasy above our heads so high.
Uttana ekadasi yes that's right
Uttana ekadasi time to see the light
I take off alone today and bow my head to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa on to the main road all the way to the hospital curve. The gecko is waiting at the rodeo creek. We take the right and pass the tennis park on our way to the lakes. We pass between them and on to the road of honky-tonks and bars to the opal cliffs. We go on to the soccer pitch and the toad road. The gecko and I pass through some fixed gear freaks. There are so many of them there's a rally going on. We weave in and out of the back of the pack and then we come to the toad road. We hammer all the way to the tennis park street. At the natasala people are sweeping the lobby. Down the hill to Saint Dagwood's park where we meet with the trader and go around the bend where a street performer looks to us and we say “All we can offer is 'God bless you'” he smiles and we spin on. The gecko takes his leave at the shop. I go into a sprint to the peddler's ramp and say “hey” to the bear. On to the wharf road and then the long and winding where I fold my palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. The kalarupa and I race up to the sandhya who greets us and thanks us for coming in the light.
In the ninth the nightdress is red and navy blue and Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are ready to make a break for dancing under the waning moon.

It’s the very highest plane
pervaded by the holy name
and accessible by the affection of Gurudeva
The world is in the mind
A connection of this caliber is very rare to find
All it takes is a bit of Bengali mahal jadhu
The highest brought down to the very low
Mahaprabhu’s mercy overflows
Like lava
The dress has dragonflies and lotus flowers
Done in water color
To see it just takes a bit of Bengali mahal jadhu
Aha, oh no the rain came down. The gecko and I had bowed to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and on the way to Mahamuni’s post box we did our usual tour of the southland. The lion’s park saw us on the way to the village and then the opal cliffs took us right to the point of the hook. The natasala has a show tonight and the folks are gathering for the first part. Around the shop and Saint Dagwood’s park at the nova patra I look for the hari namers but they’ve stayed home all together. So around the trader’s back to the shop where the gecko takes his leave. By now the raindrops are harder to pedal between and so I sprint hard past the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. The peddler’s ramp takes me to the bear and the wharf road by the soccer pitch. The long and winding brings me with folded palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where the kalarupa has a rain jacket and we spin all the way to the sandhya.
A damp day ends nicely on a soft bed with a gold silk nightdress. They stay inside and play some games to see if they can taste the different emotions of their servants and enjoy the love of those sold out souls

Friday has come again
The Deities usually wear purple that day
“Is there any red in this one?” asks the maker of leis
‘Why yes there is” I reply Mahaprabhu’s and Giridhari’s trim
and in Gandharvika’s skirt made big by hula hoops
we can only hardly wait roses and narcissus leis with fragrance so great
Crowns that brake from the norm silver, red and a touch of blue
The necklaces are a new mix too
We can only hardly wait roses and narcissus leis with fragrance so great
The ratha-bhojana-vrksa awaits and I bow my head then it’s on to the southland and meeting the gecko by Mahamuni’s post office. We spin by the lion’s park on the way to the florist. Left on the wharf road we sprint to the opal cliff where we have to slow down to a spin so we don’t frighten the sufferers. We hammer between the lakes where the sufferers are making plans in the sand. The natasala has a famous act this evening but we spin on to the traders and wait on the Hari Nama party but they don’t arrive. We have to begin the return so we’re sprinting to the long and winding. At the ratha-bhojana-vrksa I fold my palms and join the kalarupa who paces us back to the sandhya.
The nights have been warmer again and so this evening Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari go off “deep within the far off jungle” to dance the night away.

When the peacocks from the oldest days swoon to be in the newest dress and Gandharvika’s choli is put on backward by the super excellent Bhakta Blade
Remember the corollary of Srila Prabhupada’s regs
A cool head beats cool legs
Off in the morning to bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa (oh come on toff that can’t be a fragment you stuck up…) Through the village and on to the opal cliff where the joggers are. Between the lakes the geese are back and they honk as we go by. Past the corner is Saint Dagwood’s park and from there we pass the kutir of Om Paramahamsa Thakura. A school bus load of kids are at Seymour’s museum so we just talk to the blue whale. We take the west cliff to the sufferer thakura who is wearing a hooded sweatshirt and new leis. We see the mountain men on their ramps and we sprint past the leaping monque. At the shop the gecko takes his usual leave and I spin on to the peddler’s ramp. I go on to the bear and the wharf road which returns me to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where I bow my head again. The kalarupa takes me to the madyakalia arati.
While the nights cool off Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari lead us to believe they have taken rest. But then they sneak out to dance under the waxing moon.

Three divine came from the east
Dressed in pink and green
They said they’d come from a land most high
And invite all there to serve.
They tell of enjoyment there, things way above our heads
Quoting slokas and singing songs ‘till mundane desire was dead
Prakriti did her level best all souls to reclaim
Just stay here in my domain and I will make you king.
But the servants of these divine to be strongest at last
For there is no fuel for mundane gain, profit or success
Without their own consent
The ratha-bhojana-vrksa was waiting to receive my folded palms today as I creped along the long and winding road to meet the gecko. We went through the southland to the post box of Mahamuni and on to the lion’s park. Making the right we change lanes to take a left for the florist’s hill. One beast’s driver calls out “Hey where are you going?” we don’t respond. She pulls her beast alongside and shouts “YOU”RE OLD ENOUGH TO KNOW BETTER!” the beasts are always more upset when they can’t break a routine so we just make our left and don’t look back.
On the wharf road the gecko says “Seems to be more traffic today” later Bhakta Blade sings to me a song of how a trillion brussel sprouts have been dumped by a brontosaurus on the freeway and people exit to avoid the soup. Along the opal cliff the peddlers had taken shelter from the beasts and we wove in and out till we came to the point of the hook. Some of the beasts were there but not quite as many as the street before so we continued between the lakes. At the natasala night arrived with it’s purple legions and we had counter with leds. Our attack took us back to the long and winding via the harbor and the tennis park. Our next move was along the toad’s road where we sprinted past the basketball park to the wharf road. Arriving at the long and winding and bowing to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the kalarupa paced us to the sandhya who was pleased we hadn’t come as ghostly figures out of the purple legions.
Bhatka Blade was in form this evening while we helped Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari into their Lotus Nails nightdress. He said that an old house in Washington would now have its bowling alley removed and replace it with a basketball court. He gave me a description of the brussel sprout invasion from a beast driver’s perspective. “Why were we stopping?” “I thought it was a crash or something. But when I got to the scene of the problem I immediately saw it was an over turned brontosaurus and the sprouts were covering everything forever. They even had filled the gulch by the side of the road.” and though I asked for contrast points he would award none and so we put them to bed hoping they enjoyed his stories.