There on the simhasana Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari appear for darsan come along come along
Mahaprabhu's mango trimmed in silver with peacock crown and amber necklaces set him aglow
Giridhari's traditional color and peacock crown and jewelry of copper and blue contrast with his yellow
While Gandharvika's silver crown along with yellow and blue beads and the deep blue is the choice of her very own, her very ownj.
The last time of the year for going past the ratha-bhojana-vrksa with heads bowed spinning on to the main road to the bridge over the first highway. Next we go to the hospital curve and take the left up the rise to the harbor where the boats are out celebrating the changing of the guard. The natasala is having a sing along while the corner is full of people. We go along and the night begins and that brings the first fireworks in revelry of the season. Down the peddler's ramp there are two teams coming the opposite direction. They make the right at the go light while we salute on our way to the bear. He has a pointed party hat on with a curl-up horn. A person riding his beast has strange glasses that read 2009 and he manifests the goofiest smile of the evening. The wharf road takes us to the long and winding where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa watches our palms folded high and the kalarupa tries to catch us. He stays four lengths behind till we turn in where the sandhya welcomes us for the ceremony.
Om paramahamsa thakura gave me limitless contrast, sporting choice, and innovation points for the dressing today. Then he assists the thakuras into their lotus nails nightdress. They are staying in due to the chill returning and the celebrants. But they will watch the fireworks show from the windows.

A delicate hush as the Deities appear
The devotees cry take us from here with service divine allow us a place in the spiritual sky!
Snap dragon leis like snakes that can fly carrying us away by and by.
Old sankirtan heros talk of when they were young, of donations got and wagers they've won well let's catch hold if the feet of the Lord!
The gecko and I begin at a spinning pace and continue it to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where we bow in respect. Gradually we pick up our pace to the main road and break into a full sprint at good King Midas' throne that takes us round the hospital curve. Slowing a little on the hill over Saint Dagwood's river we pick it up again at the tennis park. Really increasing down the hill to the dip between the lakes. Up the next hill and around to the east cliff where the sufferers are out in the warm air and cold water the road takes us just to the bottom of the point of the hook where we take a right to the opal cliff the warm air has brought out all the joggers, walkers and sufferers we go by and in the opposite side a team goes by in uniform we continue to the wharf road and back to the main road at the long and winding I take the right to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa I fold my palms and take the high five from the kalarupa who begins to pull me to the sandhya who leaps with a checkered flag in hand to show that we've made it on time.
Arrrghh prabhuses! It's the night when Vamsi dasa Babaji comes riding his horse of a different color into Marakata Mani Puri and talking like a pirate, sending folks to Varuna deva's locker and shivering a few timbers along the way, well blow me down!

Look who’s in the hood today?
Expanding the field of real bhajana in the most refined way
While Giridhari dances in his waistcoat and cloak red white and black “Oh, Govinda, I shall not fight”
Mahaprabhu dances at the sight to assist taking him back
Isn’t enough to make even the most patient fall from the tops of their trees of developed theistic intellect?
Around the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the gecko and I fold our palms and sprint to the hospital curve and over Saint Dagwood’s river. The tennis park is empty because of the windy day. The sufferers are in too ‘cause the tide is out. The cold has left town for a day or two and peddlers of all persuasions are out in force. The teams in their colors and the cruisers with their boards, the fixed gear freaks and recreationally inclined are swirling around the triangle. The harbor has the boats tethered as the wind cries out long. The opal cliff has the usual mix of peddlers, sufferers and joggers and we come up upon a pack of joggers making them scatter. On the wharf road the lights are out and at the long and winding I take my leave retreating to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa to bow my head and pull the kalarupa all the way to the sandhya.
They call East Bengall the Radhadesa since the Ganga doesn’t flow there and all the temples are heavenly cloud, or baby blue. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari wear that night dress tonight. In the cool breeze they may just try dancing under the constellations and the waning moon.

Something old, a peacock from the earliest days
Something new, the paper silk from a trip to the bharat varsya
Something barrowed, mukuts that were ordered and never picked up given over to Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari
Something blue, the seed beads on Giridhari’s patka
Leis of petals and roses well beyond fashionably late
Carefully spinning to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa just in case of cloudburst but it didn’t arrive. With a bow of my head I carry on to the main road past the animal hospital to the bridge over the first highway. At the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot the gecko meets me and we sprint to Saint Dagwood’s park. The warmer day has brought out the casual peddlers along joggers and those who walk like death walks behind them. But then isn’t always there? The leaping monque says he hasn’t seen us in a while so we talk a few. All along the railroad bridge where the mountain men are looping the loops and defying the ground. They all really don’t care those mountainous men on their bmx rides. At the sufferer thakura we make the left and begin our return journey. Past the dew drop inn and back to the rental center. The trader is drinking a papaya sunrise in a brilliant disguise. As we pass the shop the gecko has to go and I need to take my leave also. I float down the peddler’s ramp and along the street over the rodeo creek to see the bear has taken off his hat and scarf. The wharf road sees me safely to the main one and the long and winding takes me to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa under control. The kalarupa pedals beside me and we chatter a bit about the up coming festivals. We’re both glad I’m single. The sandhya leaps for joy to see us rounding the corner and on our way to the mandir.
With the greatest of ease, style and grace Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari slip into their touch that kills night dress and engage in their pastimes without a trace of the mundane covering over the dhama to keep those who aren’t ready out.

A few vyasa pujas ago yes everyone remembers
Gurudeva's gentle smile
When flowers are abundant and the maker takes the chance
To make the leis participate in their dance
The devotees will be happy in the darsana
When Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari appear shimmering like a million suns before the eyes calling all their servants from all across the universe
These winter weeks make the devotees shiver until the fireman comes rushing in to deliver a new load of wood. He follows the chime of his watch to keep the fire raging mean and he's sure to keep the chimney clean
Away from the asrama to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the gecko and I spin while chattering about the comeback of a longhorn to a famous event in the old country. While passing the ratha-bhojana-vrksa we bow in respect. On the main road we take the left and head straight for the lion's park. The chill has kept away everyone that usually sits on the benches. Up the campa hatti hill people look as if we've lost good sense but we just smile and climb on. Left once again to the opal cliff where only the heartiest of joggers and peddlers are out. The hook of the point sees us hammering to keep warm and soon the steam is breaking on our brows. Between the lakes the bon fires are burning and the people are huddling and we're sprinting till we're far away. The natasala is dark for the week and the shop is closed so we take the corner to the school and the reviewing stand. Through the triangle to the peddler's ramp the bear has a stocking cap on and the wharf road takes us back to the long and winding where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa watches in silence as we fold our palms and join the kalarupa for the chase to the asrama where the sandhya is applauding to see us in time for the ceremony.
The Hiranyakasipu nightdress decided that Sadie Hawkins sings the song. That is usually the small Deities are dressed and put to bed. This evening Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari their very selves wanted to be dressed first. And so somehow they were. Off to their soft bed in gold clothes.

What's the buzz? Tell me what day it is
What's the buzz? Tell me what day it is
Can't you see it's amavasya? The yellow and black should be a clue
Along with the bumblebees on Gandharvika's veil too
When was this first offered? A Gaura Purnima dress if ever I saw one
No it's not it was for Janmastami the seamstress thought she'd mix colors and have some fun
Who made those leis? They're just so beautiful roses, petals, leaves and sumanas flowers put together so artistically.
Hammering from the asrama to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where I bow my head in respect. The gecko waits in the southland where we take off for the hospital curve crossing over Saint Dagwood's creek. At the go light we take the right and spin to the tennis park. The cold is setting in and chasing the sufferers away from the beach between the lakes. We follow the street up to the windmill and the house that sells costumes for Halloween. The peddlers are in windbreakers and booties as we make it to the opal cliff. The wharf road comes up with the soccer pitch and the gecko takes the left at the jade. I carry on to the long place and then back to the wharf road. The main road leads winding and me on to the long. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees me bow once again and the kalarupa chases me up to the asrama where the sandhya shakes my hand for being on time.
Deep within the far off jungle Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari stay in this evening due to the chill under the dark moon. They stay a little late but lie down only for a moment engage in their pastimes with full happiness.

Green and purple with silver trim
Filling our seva receptacles to the brim
Be it happy or misery
The center cannot but be Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari
Leis of roses and petals with centers that gaze to the stars
Chodders flowing they dance
True association, here's the chance
Not only today, tomorrow and just the end of time
The gecko and I respect the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. We hammer to the main road again the streets are empty the only one we see leaves footprints trimmed in green and red. We see the post office and the triangle is completely empty we pass through to the harbor where the boats are all in their places since the sunshine is punctuated by heavy rains. Between the lakes only the ducks and geese to cheer us on as we round the bend. Back to the wharf road with the soccer pitch on the left we dip under the bridge and then we're back to the main road. At the long and winding I make the break and fold my palms to the ratha-bhojana-vkrsa. The kalarupa is tying to keep up with me as I take the sandhya by surprise.
It's a miracle mom, that once again Guru Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari have dressed themselves in this night outfit and danced all night long in celebration of unlimited devotion.

Mahaprabhu's bracelet with a star of wonder, star so bright guiding us by it's perfect light.
His agent coming from the east, traveling so far
Bringing the most valuable gift for his lost servants
Western preaching highest teaching attracting all to most beautiful light
Offered on Sri Gaura Purnima pink and silver the turban makes him look so right attract all to the most beautiful light.
The gecko and I off to see the world offering respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and on to the main road it's empty today in anticipation of the arrival of a sleigh load of hooey so we freely cross the bridge over the first highway and looking out for Johnny law we pass the go lights regardless of the color they're wearing. Other peddlers are similarly inclined. The whalers have all gone home along with the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. We round the corner and see that the cruiser king has packed in the season to be jolly also. Down at the harbor the boats are all safe in their tether even between the lakes there are no sufferers. We go down the east cliff to the opal cliff and see practically no one. At the wharf road where the soccer pitch is on the left he takes his leave and I go on to the long and winding road folding my palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the kalarupa is there to follow me back to the sandhya.
O deer dough, have you seen Krsna? Tonight's dress is a Radhastami offering. The rain has been unstoppable so everything is going on inside. Bhakta Blade sang about a lemon tree with it's flowers smelling sweet. He'd been struck by a hot cookie pan earlier in the day and so had a butterfly bandage over his eye almost made us hope that he'd talk like a pirate.

Blue and gold that’s what she’d call this outfit
Cause she’s a well respected seamstress in our gang
Naming the outfits in such a right way doing it so conservatively
But the murk sees things a little different
He knows they worship Giridhari here and pray to him there
And he goes on without a care
The only thing to draw his attention is his dedicated followers emotion
Leis reach their lotus toes following their movements in their dance
The only thing to draw his attention is his dedicated followers emotion
A day like any other starting from the asrama and spinning to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa bowing in remembrance of the words of SGM. On the main road the gecko is waiting. We pedal together to the campa hatti hill. Making the left we chase each other to the opal cliff. The sufferers are there in small numbers but we fly through to the point of the hook. From there we go between the lakes. A bon fire is already burning and folks huddle to keep warm. The natasala is dark today. We take the left to the shop. This time around the gecko stays with me but tells me when we get to the tretchours triangle and I take leave for the sandhya. down the peddler’s ramp and on to feed the bear. The wharf road takes me to the long and winding and the ratha-bhojana-vrksa to bow my head. The kalarupa pulls me this evening to the sandhya.
Pralad-a-dad to night. The evening showers once again keep everyone inside and let the rain come down for there isn’t a hole in the roof and the rain won’t get in to stop your mind from wondering…

Let's all go for darsan of the Lord
He's wearing an outfit that was offered a long time ago
In days of old in days of old
It has all the colors of the rainbow
Give Them your heart They're the perfect size to fit right in
In days of old
Sing a song that will ease Mahaprabhu's separation and calm his heart
In days of old
Leis of roses and petals with centers that gaze into the stars
In days of old in days of old
Taking off from the asrama for the stars of the morning the gecko and I bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and pick up the pace on the main road. Crossing the bridge over the first highway we see yet a different campa hatti and one of the folks is there buying campa for the leis. On we go to see the whalers detailing yet another beast. The triangle is quick and smooth today. In Saint Dagwood's park there is a band playing but there ain't no time to wonder what we've got to get there so I can get back for the vaikalika. Turning our faces back now the gecko takes his leave at the shop and I slide down the peddler's ramp to the bear and say “hey”. Then the wharf road takes me to the long and winding. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa is happy as I fold my palms and the kalarupa chases me back to wake them. Then I go for seconds past the southland and into the big road. From there I do a quick circle of the opal cliff to the point of the hook. I take the right to the soccer pitch and keeping it on my left once again I hammer down the wharf road to the long and winding one. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa is surprised to see me another time folding my palms and the kalarupa is huffing and puffing as I drag him to the sandhya.
Mrs. O'Leary's cow must have snuck into Giridhari's herd this evening cause as they got into their baby blue nightdress the mandir was so hot that it was almost time to open a window. But the weather outside was frightful so they engage in their pastimes inside.

Do the prabhus take pleasure in making jokes of you?
Does your group chant more rounds than theirs?
Are you worried that they dress better than you and you're looking for a way stop the contrast
Orange and brown a darsana that's sure to chase away any frown
You'll feel just fine
Leis of roses and petals that continue the symmetry and fragrance tradition symmetry is beauty.
Lots of raindrops to pedal between today. The gecko and I take turns showing the other the latest tricks we've learned. We go through an acrobatic display all the way to the lion's park. As we approach the campahatti parvat there seems to be a momentary let up and we cheer. Around to the opal cliff where the joggers are staying in but few brave sufferers are braving the bad weather. As we take the left at the harbor we see that the boats are tethered to give them shelter from the storm. At the shop the gecko ducks in to shut down. I continue to the peddler's ramp and make the right left right to get to the soccer pitch. Then it's on to the wharf road. That leads to the main road and to the long and winding one where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa gets me to fold my palms and sprint with the kalarupa and that makes the way back much fun.
Then in the ninth nightdress Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari take rest in their bed with the aromatic flowers, lying down only for a moment they enjoy their pastimes in unlimited happiness

Make a poem
Mahaprabhu come to take us home
Seamstress makes this outfit the color of butter's foam
With embroidery colors rust and avocado
The pujari offers lunch
Wispy chodders float as they dance
Leis of roses, petals, berries and the breath of babies
The ratha-bhojana-vrksa has seen a lot of respect and does again today. The main road to the bridge over the first highway takes me to meet the gecko at the King Midas' former throne. All the way to the whalers and then through the triangle to the harbor on the way to the lakes where the fires are beginning already a troupe of folding peddlers rolls by but we pass them quickly by then we've made it to the point of the hook where we join the joggers on the opal cliff I take my leave onto the wharf road keeping the soccer pitch on my left to the main road and the long and winding the ratha-bhojana-vrksa is anxious for me to get back for sandhya
Then after the long day Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari slip into their hiranyakasipu dress and on into their soft bed

After I asked if this was the Govardhana puja outfit I got the hairy eyeball and I thought that I might get some kind of feedback but it was way more than I had counted on I mean I got the preppy smile and told that I should write out an apology and then she twisted my left arm behind my back and so I told her “Miss junior seamstress I don’t think I’ll be able to write a legible apology with you holding my arm behind my back” she said “SHUT UP KID” and the outfit was named.
Leis of roses and berries today along with some small daisy-like flowers as filler still tasteful and fragrant and artistically done. (the toffee nose won’t shouts fragment fragment fragment)
The gecko and I start in a spin to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa to offer respect. By the time we got to the main road we began to sprint as a team went by. We tagged along to the bridge over the first highway. There we went straight on while the hooked around the frontage road. The gecko and I went on passed the whalers detailing their beasts. The post office is on the left but it’s not Mahamuni’s so there is no need to stop we cut the corner and float through the triangle. He goes to his shop and I hammer back for the sandhya. The long and winding bears witness to my folded palms and the kalarupa makes sure I make the sandhya on the dot.
The chilly night keeps Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari inside in their deep within the far off jungle outfit. They play and dance ‘till late in the night.

Brahma muhurta doesn’t last all morning
Madyakali won’t last all day
Gandharvika is good at arriving for service at the right time
In fact she’s there with bells on
Every one must serve one day
The mahat tattva can’t cover everything
Gurudeva can blow that cloud away
Even though mundane acquisition may up and leave you
Divine seva is here to stay
Gayatri is an inner circle
But the hari nama takes you all the way
Every one will serve, everyone will serve one day
The leis are of roses and petals
Short but fragrant and artistically done
Sumanas flowers get a resounding nay
Every one has chance to serve, every one has chance to serve one day
The sky looks to be brewing heavy weather so the gecko and I are quick to respect the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and then on to the main road crossing the bridge over the first highway fast as possible the stars are about to rise and we just gotta see them. Around the navapatra to the maple we chatter about the single gear freaks who have ventured down from the highland meadow. Rounding the trader and back to the main road I take leave at the shop and run through the triangle dodging cars and on to the harbor where the boats are trying to get back and tethered so the rain won’t take them out to sea. With the basketball park on the left and the soccer pitch on the right I hammer to the wharf road. The long and winding takes me back up in the dark. At the ratha-bhojana-vrksa I fold my palms and the kalarupa helps to guide me along the dark road. The sandhya is glad to see me and the kernel of divine love is waiting asking where have you been?
This night is warmer than last and as Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari slip into their krsna is a brahmacari nightdress their minds fill with thoughts of dancing under the moon light.

Mahaprabhu's sankirtna movement is the way out of here said ghrudeva to his followers. Only exploitation or renunciation here neither can being Real relief! Religios men they drink the wine and they eat the bread while the parisoners take prasad none of them know where to look for real wealth
MeantiIme in the mandir the mahbhagavat came and went with his foot servants too.
Upon the simhasana gurur-gauranga gandharvima-giridhari in their "Aruba hat osse rides again" the arati time was approaching and the sank began to blow
Beginning from the asrama the gecko and i spin to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa remembering the guru upadesa we fold our palms and just like yesterday we round the southland but now we stop at Mahamuni's post office. Then the lions park and that leads on to the florist hill. All the way to the opal cliff where only a few recreational peddlers are out along with a jogger. pointing to the hook we sprint through the harbor on the way to the school. The cruiser king waits at his reviewing stand and we salute as we pass. i take my leave here and hammer to the peddler's ramp and on to the bear. Slowing to a sprint on the wharf road i come upon the main one that leaves me off at the long and winding. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa is waiting for me to bow my head and take off with the kalarupa. We charge to the sandhya. one of the neighbors waves a smile as we pass. The sandhya is happy to see us come up just before time.
Bhakta Blade has a particular hard time with Gandharvika's hair this evening. So much that i have to finish. The kuchi is a little wild but not unmanageable. By the time we've finished the Deities are ready for some late night pastimes in their Lotus Nails dress.

On the day Mahaprabhu appeared
the moon hid it's face in an eclipse
devotees gathered round
chanting to counteract the inauspiciousness
in the moment of birth and in the zodiac too
the lions announced what a great personality had come into view
pink and yellow roses in the leis
so beautifully made they drew the highest praise
Gecko and I pedaled out under the clear sky to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa bowing our heads we sprinted to the main road. In and around the southland cruisers came into view others on errands even a practicing team or two
Even though it was cold the steam was breaking on our brows hammering hard enough that the team asked us who, what, how
Between the lakes the bon fires are already lit at the harbor the boats are in. The shop calls the gecko and he answered. I turn and sprint all the way to the east cliff and the wharf road. The soccer pitch is on the left and a score of school girls are practicing and they don't even notice but the long and winding is taking me to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where the kalarupa is pushing me for the sandhya.
The fire is stoked and heating all around as Vamsi dasa babaji riding on a horse of a different color enters Marakata Mani puri talking like a pirate. Avast me hardies the Lord has taken rest in his bed decorated with aromatic flowers!

Why don't the Deities have a dress that is orange, yellow and red?
The seamstress and I could dig what the young one said
When it was offered it caused such a sensation
Out of the mouths of babes we came this Gaura Purnima creation
With roses and gardenia on the leis a beautiful fragrance spread through the mandir today
As the gecko and I pedaled by the rath-bhonama-vrksa must have been at least one hundred thousand raindrops falling all around us but we were able to pedal between them and not be touched by one I'm not certain the cruisers knew how we were able to remain as if in the sunshine
The usual run through the point of the hook and on to the corner and the gecko gets off and i have to hammer to the peddler's ramp. The bear says 'hey' and i go on to the wharf road. There a team is going by and i try to keep up at the end. i make it to the long and winding before i fall out of formation. On to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where i fold my palms. The kalarupa is there to pull me back to the sandhya. the ceremony is waiting for me to begin.
Well East Bengal where the ganges doesn't flow. There we see Guru-Gauranga-Gandharvik-Girirdhari engaged in all their night pastimes until the morning.

In West Bengal, where he was born,
Demonstrated as Siiva’s son
Jaya jaya gurudeva
Perfectly satisfying his guru’s desire
Faning our devotional fire
Jaya jaya gurudeva
A silver flute for Giridhari, and effulgence to celebrate the day
Roses and a handful of sumanas make their leis
Jaya jaya gurudeva
The raindrops came to be pedaled between. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa is surprised to see the gecko and I going by. Circling around the southland reversing to the bridge over the first highway. No one is there on the clank of the aluminum bat field. The whalers are inside with few details to do. We fly by with fenders to keep us dry. Around the corner to where the reviewing stand usually is but today it’s inside and so the gecko takes his leave and I take the peddler’s ramp to the bear and the wharf road. There a pair of peddlers with lights on their head and chattering like some kind of weird unearthly vision. Then it’s the long and winding road and the kalarupa who takes me to the sandhya on time.
The touch that kills is the nightdress and with the red with flowers embroidered and the creamy white blend together as smooth as milk.

All that glitters is not gold
Everyone is an eternal soul
Lost souls? Yes there have been a few
Gurudeva has a clue
Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari to the rescue
Petals, roses and iris leis
Combine to brighten this full moon day
The ratha-bhojana-vrksa is there for the respecting and the gecko and I remember Gurudeva's words as we pass. Round the southland to Mahamuni's post box and then the lion's park. The village is full of shoppers and cruisers. The sky is threatening to bring forth rain and put the damper on everything so today people are out beat the weather. The opal cliff has joggers and recreational peddlers today. The sufferers are on the ocean in anticipation. We go between the lakes and to the harbor where the boats are coming in to take shelter from the storm. Around the corner and the gecko takes leave for the season. I hammer to the peddler's ramp looking at the clock I see it's getting late and the marimba band playing the warning sound. The bear is cheering me on and the wharf road is allowing me to travel faster than usual. The long and winding pulls me to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and I bow my head. The kalarupa takes me to the sandhya and I charge in for the ceremony about to begin.
Deep within the far off jungle tonight and Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are dancing late into the night.

All that glitters is not gold
Everyone is an eternal soul
Lost souls? Yes there have been a few
Gurudeva has a clue
Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari to the rescue
Petals, roses and iris leis
Combine to brighten this full moon day
The ratha-bhojana-vrksa is there for the respecting and the gecko and I remember Gurudeva’s words as we pass. Round the southland to Mahamuni’s post box and then the lion’s park. The village is full of shoppers and cruisers. The sky is threatening to bring forth rain and put the damper on everything so today people are out beat the weather. The opal cliff has joggers and recreational peddlers today. The sufferers are on the ocean in anticipation. We go between the lakes and to the harbor where the boats are coming in to take shelter from the storm. Around the corner and the gecko takes leave for the season. I hammer to the peddler’s ramp looking at the clock I see it’s getting late and the marimba band playing the warning sound. The bear is cheering me on and the wharf road is allowing me to travel faster than usual. The long and winding pulls me to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and I bow my head. The kalarupa takes me to the sandhya and I charge in for the ceremony about to begin.
Deep within the far off jungle tonight and Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are dancing late into the night.

Sunshine came streaming through the altar door today
It showed the outfits in a very interesting way
Green, smoky silver and black with red, white and green leis
None of the super heroes are patch on Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari in their divine play
The devotees come and contemplate them on their Simhasana throne
And within their minds pray to soon return home
From the asrama to offer respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa at the main road I meet the gecko and we head into the southland around the curve to the lion’s park where we decide to go through the village we hammer past some beasts and errand makers on our way to the opal cliff the sufferers there are changing as usual at the hook we point to a land where the a small gnome like character helps the green grass and flowers brave the bad weather a team pass us on the way while others are out shopping for the season some how we make our way back to the peddler’s ramp and greet the bear at the big road I make the left but the gecko goes to the right to return to his shop I get back to the long and winding fold my palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and team with the kalarupa for the chase to the sandhya
A lion on the chase is the mood of the preacher and the name of the nightdress this evening. Offered on Nrsimhacaturdasi. With the fire keeping the mandir toasty they leave their chodders to the side and engage in their pastimes all night long.

Lend me your ears and see I'm a murka
This outfit was named for a pastime most high
The limit of cleverness is orange and blue
And now I insist that this story is true
Due consideration of present company stopped the story
Still at the right spot one and all can know the glory
As Mahaprabhu stopped the intimate circle from chanting his name
The sun, after rising trying to hide it's self
Still outside the mass loudly proclaimed his fame
And his only reaction was to raise his arms without shame
The gecko and I took off together spinning easy to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where we bowed our heads. In a rare situation I took the lead crossing the bridge over the first highway. At one of the many florists we took the left and spoke with one shade tree mechanic for some time. All varieties of pedaler went by and we waved to greet them all. He told us of brakes and wheels and then we were on our way. Past the tennis park to the redone road that led us to the natasala where the gecko had to take leave. I rounded the school and reviewing stand on my way to the triangle and the peddler's ramp. The bear is happy to see me on my way to the wharf road. That road returns me to the long and winding to respect ratha-b hojana-vrksa.. One of the folks cries out as I go by “this is like the Tour de France and here's a bottle for you but it hasn't got water.” “I'm a tea-totaler” I replied and pushed harder to make the sandhya.
This evening I recounted the story of the wolf spider I saw last week in Bhakta Blade's absence and he told me I had to go out and get the things from the deck 'cause he was afraid that the spider would be waiting there to pounce.

Going to try to make a fresh start
And join Mahaprabhu’s sankirtana party invite him into my heart
Gurudeva told me the devotees there have smeared love’s salve on their eyes and flowers in their hair.
Rising in the morning the sky goes from Syama to nila to aruna LIVE in the arena of pure consciousness take me there
Seems like the Panca Tattva have plundered the store house of love and it’s starting to flow I hope soon that I’ll be floating
Catch Mahaprabhu’s line and if I catch on in time I’ll meet you where the consciousness is high
The gecko meets me at the door and we spin to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and offer respect. At the main road we go straight ahead to the bridge over the first highway and take the left at the hospital curve. Around the tennis park we go right to the redone road. At the natasala all is quite, So we go back through the triangle. The peddler’s ramp leads along to the wharf road where a team is in a paceline. I depart the gecko and bow my head at the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and the kalarupa follows me up the road to the sandhya where the ceremony is due to begin.
Prahlad-a-dad. This evening the fire keeps the mandir warm enough but Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari wear their chodders as preventive coverage for when the fire burns out.

You know what day it is when peacocks decorate Gandharvika’s sari
Giridhari has placed shooting stars on his yellow dhoti with rainbow cloak
And Mahaprabhu wears his bright orange pair of pants
What planet have you been on lately madhu? Or has their darsana placed you in that much of a trance?
The leis of tight folded rose petals dotted with whole flowers punctuated with green leaves.
A fresh wind blows against us peddlers today. The gecko and I respect the ratha-bhojana-vrksa takes our respect but we ask for leniency and not to blow too much wind our way. We cross the bridge over the first highway feeling the chill of winter. Unlike the other peddlers we’re seeing today though we aren’t covered in technology. The whalers are washing some cars as we pass. Then there are the jazzercises but the cruisers and casual peddlers are at home. The harbor sees the boats tied up to avoid the wind. Between the lakes the sufferers are trying to keep the fires burning. On the wharf road we pass the lieberry where at least one hundred school kids are studying at the computers as one. On the main road I take the turn onto the long and winding while the gecko goes along to his shop. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa eases up while I fold my palms and the kalarupa pulls me to the sandhya
A world of names and this one is baby blue cause in east Bengal the Ganges doesn’t flow

Deity clothes made to custom fit
Mukuts and effulgence make it complete
but money talks without it you walk
and the tailor doesn’t care how pretty you talk
I know all the pujaris and how they stake their claim
As well as all of guru-gauranga gandharvika-giridhari’s
Outfits names
They’re offered leis of old sumanas flowers roses too short
And not too big around
Pedaling along the back forty a couple of deer are watching and not sure what to do when they see this boy on a small horse with round legs approaching so I go by quietly. Then spinning to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and folding my palms there in memory of SGM’s words. The gecko awaits in the southland. We increase to a sprint to the snob hill. Descending to the village where the tourists turn to see this pair of peddlers thundering through the town. We come to the opal cliff and salute the sufferers for their determination. The natasala is hosting a performance of music and the people are lined up around the corner to get in. The gecko stops at his shop and I spin on to the reviewing stand. From there the peddler’s ramp takes me to meet the bear. At the wharf road I see a peddler with decorations all over his helmet and a skull mask over his face. Then I come to the long and winding and the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where I bow my head the kalarupa holds up his watch that shows I’ve no time to smell the flowers.
It’s come to the ninth and the fire in the mandir keeps Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari so warm that they don’t need their chodders so they happily engage in their night pastimes.