The mirror of my soul casts an image young and bold but I'm not sure at all it's my reflection
With my eyes forced open by the light of Guru, truth and right I board the express train to the land of dedication.
The leis are of petals, camellias, and lilies narcissus too making the celebration of vasant pancami complete
The gecko and I pass the ratha-bhojana-vrksa with ease and bow our heads along the way. On the main road we cross the bridge over the first highway to the campa hatti. The clank of the aluminum bat is next. At the hospital curve we go left. Over the creek and to the tennis park where the go to the right. At the natasala we go left around the corner and past the reviewing stand. Next to the go light I take my leave and the gecko goes to his shop. I take the street to Ms. Gault to avoid the triangle. The harbor sees the boats out on the bay in the sunshine. The cruisers are between the lakes and I take them all at once around to the windmill and beyond. The soccer pitch is on the left as I sprint down wharf road. The long and winding returns me to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where the kalarupa pulls me back to the sandhya.
Hiranyakasipu is the nightdress this evening as Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari get ready for their evening pastimes. They begin by lying down in a soft bed with gold threaded sheets. They may only be there for a moment before they get back up to play all night long.

Now there are three holidays in row in the autumn when this outfit was offered
Two of them appear an all calendars
Some though keep the third one hid
Now Mahaprabhu’s seamstress in San Jose had one of those
So she figured it was one of the two
But when she brought the outfit to the temple there was a third holiday that she hadn’t even counted upon
And when I asked if this was the “Govardhana puja outfit”
She named the outfit by saying “Shut up kid”
Petal leis along with camellias flow in “the dance” of life
The gecko and I revisit the hanging tree again and bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa on the way to the southland through there and back to the hanging tree. The southland saw us again then the lion’s park. The campa hatti let us make the left to the opal cliff where the sufferers go. Pointing to the hook between the lakes with some cruisers. The natasala is there and so is the shop where I take my leave through Saint Dagwood’s park and then up along the mission. The triangle is avoided by Ms. Gault on the way to the harbor and the redone road. the tennis park is on the right as I hammer to the main road. there is a team there and I infiltrate the ranks up to the long and winding thinking that they would go on but they took the long and winding too. We passed the ratha-bhojana-vrksa but I was the only one to fold my palms. The kalarupa felll in behind me. The team went all way to the asrama where the Kalarupa and I took leave and the team went on.
Deep within the far off jungle Guru-Gauranga Gandharika-Giridhari celebrated the end of the day and began to dance all night.

Affectionate guardians all around
They keep the mercy flowing down
Be we happy or in misery
Which ever it is under their protection we want to be
Narcissus, petals and roses make the leis
The first flowers of the early spring days.
Once again the gecko and I respect the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and head through the southland. Back to the hanging tree then the through to the southland, The trader's comes next where we stop to look at those who hair is perfect. A pair of racers challenges us back up the main road to the corner. They take off quick and get a lead of four or five lengths. At the whalers they begin to slow down and the gecko and I pick up the pace. By the time we've past the house the taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot we've drawn level. Then it's a crazy sprint to the corner the gecko leads us through the triangle and they creep up at the natasala. There we both attack and the racers are in the mirror. The gecko is a half a length ahead of me and the racers are one length behind me. Hmmm. The corner comes and we're still ahead by a wheel. They say that was quite a run and depart. The gecko has to go to the shop now and I for the vaikalika.
Krsna is a brahmacari in his orange this evening. Ha! Tell that to those he's dancing with this evening. They take rest a little late but happily nonetheless.

Mahaprabhu's mercy is trying to find you
Trying to sweep you off your feet
Coming now to reach every nation
Taking advantage of all the mass communication.
Sharing divine love's glories with everyone you meet
Coming to take everyone all the way to the top
Put them in service of the pick of the crop
Simple wildflower leis elegantly beautiful
Not just wonderful or twoderful but all the way to threederful!
Blazing the trail past the ratha-bhojana-vrksa bowing our heads the gecko and I spin around the southland and back to the hanging tree. Back to the southland and this time off to the hospital curve. Over the creek and on to the tennis park between the lakes where the sufferers are building their bon fires and throwing the toffee nose on to burn in effegee to the big road on the way to the wharf street keeping the soccer pitch on the right and back to the long and winding the kalarupa is waiting at the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and the folded palms all the way back to the sandhya who cheers when it starts on time.
This evening Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari slip into their lotus nails nightdress to engage in their evening pastimes after lying down for a moment.
Mahaprabhu's mercy is trying to find you
Trying to sweep you off your feet
Coming now to reach every nation
Taking advantage of all the mass communication.
Sharing divine love's glories with everyone you meet
Coming to take everyone all the way to the top
Put them in service of the pick of the crop
Simple wildflower leis elegantly beautiful
Not just wonderful or twoderful but all the way to threederful!
Blazing the trail past the ratha-bhojana-vrksa bowing our heads the gecko and I spin around the southland and back to the hanging tree. Back to the southland and this time off to the hospital curve. Over the creek and on to the tennis park between the lakes where the sufferers are building their bon fires and throwing the toffee nose on to burn in effegee to the big road on the way to the wharf street keeping the soccer pitch on the right and back to the long and winding the kalarupa is waiting at the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and the folded palms all the way back to the sandhya who cheers when it starts on time.
This evening Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari slip into their lotus nails nightdress to engage in their evening pastimes after lying down for a moment.
Mahaprabhu's mercy is trying to find you
Trying to sweep you off your feet
Coming now to reach every nation
Taking advantage of all the mass communication.
Sharing divine love's glories with everyone you meet
Coming to take everyone all the way to the top
Put them in service of the pick of the crop
Simple wildflower leis elegantly beautiful
Not just wonderful or twoderful but all the way to threederful!
Blazing the trail past the ratha-bhojana-vrksa bowing our heads the gecko and I spin around the southland and back to the hanging tree. Back to the southland and this time off to the hospital curve. Over the creek and on to the tennis park between the lakes where the sufferers are building their bon fires and throwing the toffee nose on to burn in effegee to the big road on the way to the wharf street keeping the soccer pitch on the right and back to the long and winding the kalarupa is waiting at the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and the folded palms all the way back to the sandhya who cheers when it starts on time.
This evening Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari slip into their lotus nails nightdress to engage in their evening pastimes after lying down for a moment.
Mahaprabhu's mercy is trying to find you
Trying to sweep you off your feet
Coming now to reach every nation
Taking advantage of all the mass communication.
Sharing divine love's glories with everyone you meet
Coming to take everyone all the way to the top
Put them in service of the pick of the crop
Simple wildflower leis elegantly beautiful
Not just wonderful or twoderful but all the way to threederful!
Blazing the trail past the ratha-bhojana-vrksa bowing our heads the gecko and I spin around the southland and back to the hanging tree. Back to the southland and this time off to the hospital curve. Over the creek and on to the tennis park between the lakes where the sufferers are building their bon fires and throwing the toffee nose on to burn in effegee to the big road on the way to the wharf street keeping the soccer pitch on the right and back to the long and winding the kalarupa is waiting at the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and the folded palms all the way back to the sandhya who cheers when it starts on time.
This evening Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari slip into their lotus nails nightdress to engage in their evening pastimes after lying down for a moment.

Five hundred years ago the planet was in despair
Advaita Acarya was there and he petitioned the Lord with prayer
Then out on the edge of the eclipse a lion appeared both in the
Zodiac and the birth moment of Mahaprabhu
And both the Acarya and Haridasa Thakura knew that some thing good had begun
With blue ribbons in the leis all the best signs were there
From the ratha-bhojana-vrksa to the bridge over the first highway the gecko and I sprinted all the way to the whalers. At the go light we went down to a spin. A team in a pace line was across the street while some cruisers were behind us. At the corner we went to the reviewing stand together today it wasn't till the triangle that I went east and he went west. I got in just under the tag of the sandhya along with the kalarupa.
Vamsi dasa babaji came into Marakatamani puri on a horse of a different color this evening and he was for sure talking like a pirate. The fire was stoked high so no chodders even though the chill is still out in the open.

We've all seen the faces of the children so excited
To come to mangala arati hours before the sun's ignited
Chanting Hare Krsna and dancing before the Deities so happily
And they all want to know what the name of the outfit is
The reason for the name and when it was offered
Sometimes they don't know what day it was
But in this way they'll be saved becoming the Gurudeva's slave
Then one day they asked me why they didn't have an outfit that is yellow and red
When asked about a new outfit I told the seamstress what they had said
She felt saved by words from out of the mouths of babes
Folding our palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa we spin to the main road and take the left. At the lions park today we go to campa hatti. The opal cliffs are there with no one out due to the wind and cool breeze. Between the lakes it's more of the same. The natasala is dark still but the shop is going on. The gecko has to stop off to close down and I take my leave around the reviewing stand. I take a left and avoid the triangle. Ms. Gault helps me around to the harbor and the tennis park. Then the toad road keeping the basketball park on the left. The long and winding takes me to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where I fold my palms once more and the kalarupa and I pedal together to the sandhya.
The chill is still there and so are the chodders even though they call east Bengal the Radhadesa, this is still baby blue.

Let's sing about the black bumblebees
That are buzzing in the trees
The amavasya up above
And how lava can be love.
Look at the big yellow roses on Mahaprabhu's trim
Giridhari's dhoti is covered with stars
And Gandharvika's veil is where the bumblebees are
Let's sing about the rose petal leis
That follow how the thakuras dance and sway
Under the amavasya up above
Intoxicated by lava that is love
Ah the gecko and I set forth on an hour and a half course
Respecting the ratha-bhojana-vrksa we spin to the main road and fall in with a gaggle of fixed gear heads. Either they didn't notice us roadies or they just didn't care as long as we didn't make trouble. We hammered to the village and rattled over the opal cliffs. Weaving through the joggers, foggers, and plebes on the east cliff we form a tight pace line. Instead of our usual turn to the natasala we go straight ahead on to the railroad bridge. Still sprinting to the high hill that leads to the university. More fixed gear heads join the line as we get closer to the university. Arrive at the campus we head up the path to the hill where the bay is visible. Coming down the fixed gears go on to their classes but the gecko and I have to hammer a little more he to get to the shop and me for the vaikalika. On the long and winding I bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and the kalarupa chases me to the vaikalika and the thakuras rise happily.
The Chinese silk got covered with chodders due to the chill this evening but seeing this wonderful nightdress will still deliver the touch that kills

White and yellow gold
The thakuras vyasa puja dress sparkles before us with divine light
Lifts us from this plane and to dedication's universe
Leis of petals and camellia flowers swaying gently as they dance
Take us from this ordinary universe
Mahaprabhu shades of molten gold
Somehow dancing right before our eyes
Enticing and exciting us
Rasa raja mahabhava
Madhurya dhuti shines from him
More cooling that millions of moons
Calling us from this plane to the land of dedication
Offered for the birthday of our gurudeva
The gecko calls me from my lethargy to respect the ratha-bhojana-vrksa
Then spin on to the southland right to the snob hill and a small campa hatti. Laughing we climb the opal cliffs where the few think we must be quite out of our minds in this drizzle pedaling and laughing pointing to the hook. No cruisers or not even the hardest core fixed gear head is out we have the whole road to ourselves. At the harbor the boats are tethered. The natasala is dark but the shop calls the gecko and I have to return for the sandhya. Hammering from the hospital curve to the pasupati. I spin through the car park and on to the long and winding. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees my folded palms and thinks it odd I'm looking for the kalarupa to push me on to the sandhya.
The Hiranya kasipu nightdress this evening. The chill is returning so the thakuras remain inside to dance the night away in the dry and warm.

An August day at the asrama
It must have been Janmasatami
The devotees were dancing, others were laughing
The cook making punjiri
While singing Srimad Bhagavatam
A September day at the asrama
I know it was Radhastami
'cause the swami was preaching and the devotees were really smiling
There was also a man playing mrdanga
chanting for the Thakuras
his bhajana can change the world
yellow, white and pink roses along with red stock
Srila Gurudeva telling stories about his realization
A listen folk, our mission still is not lost.
Pedaling to beat the storm bowing to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa
We come upon the main road and go to the southland. Around there to the right on the main road the gecko and I make it to the campa hatti. To our left are the opal cliffs looking down we see some sufferers. From there we point to the hook and overtake a group of fixed gear heads. They give chase but the gecko and I are just that much too fast.
At the natasala I take leave back through the triangle and the peddler's ramp. I hammer past the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and bring the kalarupa to the asrama in quick time.
Deep within the far off jungle Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are in the white, green and maroon nightdress ready for their pastimes after being lied down in bed.

The sandhya doesn't last all evening
The bhutas and pretas chase it far away
Gandharvika always arrives for her service with bells on
She wouldn't have it any other way
Charmonious play, sweet absolute charmonious play
Roses and wild flowers strung together in the leis
Kept fresh and beautiful in their connection for the entire day
Charmonious play, sweet absolute charmonious play
Between the drops of drizzle we respect the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and go straight for the main road. The champa hatti is quiet. The wharlers are busy inside and the post office is full. The triangle is easy crept through. We're on our way to the stars of the morning. After seeing them we circle around Bhakta Blade's kutir but the master of the house is far away. The sufferer thakura has a windbreaker on today. There are neither mountain men nor skateboarders on the ramps this evening. The leaping monque is under an umbrella. At his shop the gecko takes leave and I hammer for the sandhya.
Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are quick as a lion on the chase this evening. They are staying in because of rain and take rest as early as possible for the day ahead.

Have you noticed Gandharvika's complexion is molten gold? Queen of Giridhari's pleasure since days old. Giridhari in every color of the rainbow plays his flute to attract the service of everyone. And in that far off land Mahaprabhu began to dance and raise his hand. Then in the other land would do no other land. Not anther form of divinity will ever do!
Full rose and stock leis that scatter all around as the sank and karatalas mix in sweet masala and reach the highest sky.
The gecko and I pass the ratha-bhojana-vrksa with palms folded high. The main road to the southland and the snob hill. Thruogh the village to point to the hook and sprint between the lakes to the shop. A team out in the mist to practice for bad conditions. The gecko takes leaveto his shop while I take the corner to the reviewing stand. The cruiser king meets me there and guides me through the triangle on to the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. From there the harbor appears and the casual peddlers are taking cover as the mist turns into full rain. I pass the tennis park and get back to the main road as fast as my hammering will get me there. Straight to the long and winding where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees me bowing my head as the kalarupa keeps me in line all the way to the sandhya.
Under rainny skies Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari allow me to dress them in their O deer dough have you seen Krsna? Night dress while they ready for dancing the night away.

I want to grow up to be a pujari and take care of Mahaprabhu
I want to grow up to be a pujari care for the thakurs of sri guru
I’ll be firm but not too ridged
i’ll cook their milk sweets and butter their capatis
so I can grow up to be a pujari and take care of Mahaprabhu
I want to grow up to be a pujari under the direction of sri guru
Then I could teach the young kids to do the same when their attitude is right
Encourage them and guide their hands so they feel bright
When I’ve grown up and become a pujari and taking care of Mahaprabhu
If I ever grow up and become a pujari under the direction of sri guru
I’ll dress the the thakurs with ornaments and put rose and mum leis on their arena of pure consciousness LIVE are Nila, Aruna and Syama!
I want to grow up and be a pujari and take care of Mahaprabhu
I want to grow up and be a pujari under guidance of sri guru
The gecko and I are bowing to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa as always and allowing the main road to take us along to the clank of the aluminum bat field. At the whaler’s we take the right and then get in the line to make the left back to the peddler’s ramp. The we cross the creek and go between the lakes. Pointing to the hook we cross the opal cliffs to the village. While laughing at the tourists we see the cruisers and the racers pedaling as one and we wonder if they know that we’re just casual peddlers? Through the village to the snob hill and the lion’s park the post office to the long and winding where I take leave to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and the kalarupa races me to the sandhya I’m on my last leg as we come up the back drive so the sandhya is happy to see that I’ll be there on time.
Pralad-a-dad is the nightdress this evening. Orange with a gold trim. Gandharika’s skirt has panels of gold that break the orange they easily have their clothes changed and i put them in their beds.

The seamstress went to the Vrndavana tailor
To get a new outfit made
She was talking to the tailor and said one sentence to her
He said this “You spend so little money that it makes me so frustrated
I'm not going to be able to do what you want.
You don't always want what you get!”
The leis of roses and petals are beautified by their own attractive features So even though you don't always want what you get the leis always seem to be just right.
Ah yes, the gecko and I bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa as we spin by. The main road takes us to the southland for real today and then the lion's park. The campa hatti hill brings us to the left and the opal cliffs where the sufferers go. We point to the hook where the cruisers are pedaling by. We weave in and out of them on our way between the lakes to the harbor. At the natasala we see that it's another week 'till the next show. The gecko goes to his shop and I to the triangle. I have to hammer to make the sandhya. There are a couple teams that I pass to my amazement. Then there is a guy with a hat full of bottle caps and feathers tied under his chin and I make the feathers flap as I go by. The long and winding takes me right to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where the kalarupa is waiting. We take off together but soon I'm a length ahead. At the friends road he catches up and we pedal side by side till the ranch of apples where he takes a wheel lead. By the mailbox I've caught him. Then at the back entrance I'm a wheel ahead. Along the back approach I maintain that slim lead up to the tractor and there we stop.
They play a little tonight and get into their powder blue nightdress. Giridhari is mostly in white though since the powder blue is too close to the color of his skin. Though it looks powder blue we'll call it baby blue.

All along the asram drive the laughing man kept the view of the devotees who came or went and took note of what they were going to do. Out from under the cecil bruner a golden retriever took rest. The curtain opened and the Thakuras appeared in the aruna har posse rides again and the devotees exclaimed this dress is best!
Leis of roses, petals and leaves that are small enough to be so light that they don't feel the weight as SGM has instructed they should be.
The ratha-bhojana-vrksa is there to see us bow our heads as we spin past on our way to the main road. At first we think to go to the southland but somehow our minds are changed and we take the right to the hospital curve. There we make the left over the creek and on to the toad road. We pass his shop and he comes out for a short spin. As we approach the soccer pitch he turns to go. The gecko and I continue keeping the pitch on our right to the main road. At the long and winding I make the right and the gecko continues to his shop. I fold my palms and say 'jaya!' as I pass and pick up the kalarupa on my way to the sandhya.
The early spring, perhaps a false one has people of all kinds out to enjoy the warm weather. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are no different as I help them into their in the ninth nightdress. They have something in mind for they lay down in their beds just as the clock strikes the hour.

Some Thakuras are large
While others are very small
But the one we worship is in between them all
Bhagavad-Gita tells us so.
Part of this outfit is silver and the other is trimmed in gold
Nadia Sasadhara Mahaprabhu the full moon of Navadvipa
Leis of roses and leaves once again so long that they touch their lotus feet
From the ratha-bhojana-vrska and we've bowed our heads we go straight along the main road over the bridge across the first highway and the whaler's. Through the treachours triangle to the corner and past Saint Dagwood's park. The leaping monque has asked our presence to hear the Mahamuni talk about a magic land and a time that's coming soon. After the speech we turn around and circle the trader's through Saint Dagwood's park again. The shop comes up and we part as we do the gecko to tend to pedals and I to the vaikalika. The long and winding welcomes me back to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa I fold my palms and pedal with the kalarupa to the asrama.
Gold and a soft bed just the thing for the end of a busy day. They had some fun with me this evening pujari pins falling here and there along with a nose ring bouncing across the floor. Then they wanted to stay up past their “bed time” by having me forget Gandharvika's necklace. In the end they agreed to let me put them in bed.

Gurudeva came we worshiped him
He worshiped the Deities
He sat us down then and there said you take this service
“Don’t forget the promise you’ve made even just yesterday”
He came back the in the next year he said Gandharvika came here an Indian and now she become an American
A young American
Leis of roses and leaves “I’m going to emphasize with these flowers” the maker said to the once young American who offered them to Gandharvika who’s become an American
Sickness will surely let us pedal where peddlers don’t usually go
And on this amazing journey I went with the gecko. As always we started by bowing our heads to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. Across the main road and on to the southland around back to the main road to the lion’s park up the campa hatti hill then off to the opal cliff pointing to the hook we hammer on between the lakes where the ducks are beginning to return at the harbor we make the right to the natasala and the shop where we part the gecko to his shop and I to the sandhya. Folding my palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and tagging along with the kalarupa just before the bell rings.
Deep within the far off jungle is their nightdress this evening. The chill is a little back but they still might take off as soon as I turn out the light.

Had you been there at the seva asrama
At vyasa puja time
You could have seen the seamstress made a new outfit
Of deep forest green
Accented with black and polished silver pleats
For Guru Maharaja's vyasa puja time
Snapdragons and a few roses are scattered in the leis today making them light and forest flowery made more beautiful by the dress made
For Guru Mahaja's vyasa puja time
Oh the ratha-bhojana-vrlsa is enjoying this season of false spring as we bow our heads. The main road comes up slowly today. The lion's park is full of people also taking this pretend spring day to be the real thing. Not so many peddlers are out today though. A couple of teams getting ready for the tour along fixed gear heads. Pointing to the hook the gecko and I sprint between the lakes and on to the harbor where we increase to a hammer to the shop and I take my leave once again. Around the corner to the triangle and the peddler's ramp and the bear the wharf road to long and winding and the ratha-bhojana-vrksa I fold my palms there and the kalarupa chases me to the sandhya.
It's a miracle, Mom , that I can't see that this outfit is all different shades of green. Somehow I see them as purple but the seamstress would call me color blind I'm sure. Anyway the nights are still warmer than they usually are and Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are ready to sneak out for dancing in the moonlight.

Once when Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari needed a new outfit for a coming mahatsava
There came a mukutwala
To whom seamstress gave the paterwalas
No no I mean seamstress gave the patterns
To a nearby mukutwalern
Hmmm
I'm not certain quite that even that has said it right
One problem came to be was that he didn't know how to make the dhoti
The more he tried clear up her doubt
The harder it got to figure it out
Perhaps I'll just end this song
Of the dhoti and the mukutwala who got it wrong
the gecko pulled me out past the ratha-bhojana-vrksa to fold our palms. We increased to a sprint to get to the main road. Taking the right there to the campa hatti and left on the hospital curve. Around to the tennis park we take the right to the natasala where the first show is about to begin. The gecko goes left to his shop and I circle around the reviewing stand to the triangle and then the peddler's ramp. The wharf road is waiting to send me back to the long and winding where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa is on the left as I bow my head. The kalarupa is ready for the challenge back to the sandhya. Which we make just in time.
The lotus nails this evening are from Nrsmhacaturdasi years back. The nights have been warmer this week so they've wanted to dance under the full moon and now the waning one.

Mahamuni was in Navadvipa soon to be back here when he bought this cloth. The seamstress wanted ideas for the next outfit so when this came creativity flowed with divine force. Giridhari wears yellow in chains of history. Use mango the favorite of Mahaprabhu and wrap Gandharvika up in beautiful blue. Leis of white roses and mums a whole lot of fun and made by the best.
Sun was still in the sky when the gecko and I passed the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and bowed our heads in memory of Gurudeva’s instruction. We sprinted across the bridge over the first highway and the beasts forced us past the whalers. Intervention we figured as we passed the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. The post office saw us quickly passing the shop and I had to hammer to make the sandhya. The gecko stayed behind while I took the peddler’s ramp to the bear and the big road. By the time I got to the long and winding carried me to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa it was time for the LEDs to take over for the sun had gone to bed. The kalarupa picked me up there and together we sprinted to the sandhya. A few were waiting there but I was in under the tag so I knew I didn’t have to worry.
In the warm nights Vamsi dasa Babaji comes riding into Marakata Mani puri on a horse of a different color all the while talking like a pirate. They played a little this evening while I helped them into their nightdress but in the end they took their rest only for a short while and then got up to dance under the waning moon.

It's in the Bhagavad-Gita Prabhu
Just what everyone needs to do
The ideal teacher is Mahaprabhu
Nayanam galid asru dharaya
With his eyes decorated with tears
He sees Giridhari in a red coat and white dhoti
He himself is in all green while Gandharvika?
She wears blue velvet.
Petal leis thin and light enough that they don't feel any weight
As guru maharaja instructed
A quick dash past the ratha-bhojana-vrksa to the navapatra the gecko joins me in the southland and we take the wharf road to the opal cliffs where sufferers are out in the warm air pointing to the hook the cruisers pedal leisurely along the gecko and I are in more of a quick so we go through them as if they were standing still on our way to the shop where I take leave to make it through the treacherous triangle and the peddler's ramp the bear has taken off his hat and scarf and waves as I go by up the wharf road to the long and winding where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and the kalarupa meet me and pull me to the sandhya.
People call East Bengal the Radhadesa 'cause the Ganges doesn't flow there. In this world of names all the tirthas have their names and in the world of puja the outfits sometimes have names too. Call this one baby blue. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari goes out to dance under the nearly full moon.

The sun is going down and the full moon is coming up
Mahaprabhu used to drink water from Sridhara's broken cup
But that's past your media time.
SP asks when will we play together in the cow fields of Vraja? When will we be rolling and frolicking on the ground among the cows and calves? Now that's pasture media time.
Pink and white dress offered on Guru Maharaja's appearance day
Analyzed SP's poem found that him to be a cowboy. Some of his disciples didn't want to hear it that way that pasture media time.
Leis of roses and petals all the devotees take darsan don't want to give it up their vision of pasture media time.
A quick one out into the warm afternoon bowing to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa I spin to the main road all the way to the curve that leads over Saint Dagwood's river where the gecko is waiting balancing for me. We go to the go light and take the right. Passing the tennis park we decide to go on to the beach and then between the lakes. The east cliff is also empty as were the opla cliff yesterday. Taking a left on the big road I stop at the navapatra while the gecko goes on back to his shop. I then go along the road that keeps the soccer pitch on my right. At the wharf road I take the left and hammer to the long and winding. That sees me pass the ratha-bhojana-vrksa with palms folded and raised overhead. The kalarupa comes along as I know I have to beat the tag at the asrama of the sandhya.
And when you take the name you know that you are touching Krsna with your tongue. That's a touch that kills all mundane desires and cleanses the heart of all material desires and gives us positive engagement in Gurudeva's service! Hip hip horah!

A new scene, our guru's dream
The blue is wild and the yellow is mild
On Saturday this week all who come for a peek
See the thakuras in a dress that says “I'm a sumanas child”
The petals and leaves that make the leis score some contrast points
Awarded by bhakta blade yes they make the grade
Pedaling off to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and folding our palms, the gecko and I spin on to the main road. In the distance are the whalers where we get a squirt from the detailers. The leaping monque says hello as we pass on to the railroad bridge and make the turn to the kutir of om paramahamsa thakura. A group of cruisers came up from the beach and we wave back. On to the natural bridge around to the beach to the sufferer thakura .Continuing back to the bridge to watch the mountain men looping the loop and defying the ground.
The hiranyakasipu night dress for the brightest full moon night of the year. In fact thrity per cent brighter than any other full moon for the whole year. And Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari take their rest after a long and busy day.

Gurudeva, what have we done?
Asked Mahaprabhu to come and sit on this teakwood throne?
Dressed he and Gandharvika-Giridhari in purple and yellow
Just listen to the devotees try to describe the mellows
Bowing reverently asking to be engaged in seva
To obtain their grace and thus become saved
From their lower nature in the causal ocean's wave
Leis of mums and roses put together in an expert way
Swinging to and fro while engaged in their supreme play
Today the gecko said to me “Oh what fun it all will be, if we pedal to a place where all talk is song and each step is a dance. Where all the water is nectar and the residents are all of completely spiritual substance”
So we offered respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and took off along the main road. We went beyond the lion's park and the village. We laughed all along the opal cliffs where the sufferers were out in the afternoon sun. How could they know that such a place was just ahead? There were a couple of teams training but they just couldn't understand why we were so happy today. We pedaled along beside them in an effortless manner while they were working out. Once again we followed them up the high street to the place where the fixed gear folks are the rule. Turning around and leaving the trainers behind calculating their routine we floated down the hills and around Saint Dagwood's park to the shop where I took my leave from the gecko. I hustled on to the peddler's ramp to visit the bear. The wharf road took me on to the long and winding where the kalarupa and the ratha-bhojana-vrksa greeted me. The kalarupa and I nipped and tucked at each other all the way to the sandhya who is so happy to see us back again.
Tonight is the Deep within the far off jungle nightdress. The fire is back and so the chodders are off. They dance all night on their teakwood throne and enjoy their pastimes with grace and happiness.

Three came from the east declaring”Diet olive!”
Asking all to make the solemn vow to take to the sankirtan movement of Mahaprabhu and “Diet Olive”
There were many plans to rid the people of these three.
But in the end it is seen that they proved the stronger of the two
For no one gets divine seva or can get free from this place of death without “Diet Olive”
Pedaling early to the stars of the morning for they were still there. Bowing to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa for speed to make the vision in time. Over the bridge and past the clank of the aluminum bat field. The whakers wave as we pass by. The post office is receiving mail and the attendants all give us a wave of their own. Past Saint Dagwood's park and the nava patra we make the right and then another and yet another till we get the darsan. Staying for a few moments we take off back for the vaikalika passing a peddler up so high since his frame was two in one. Another pedestrian dressed up in a hat of feathers and a gown of ruffles crossed in front but we went on undaunted. Around the southland and back up the long and winding with the kalarupa nipping at our heals. We pull up and click out running to the altar and wake them just in time.
Dressing in orange and purple we find that Krsna is a brahmacari! And repeating that caused the Yamuna river to part and allow the devotees to walk through. Getting back they simply said “Durvasa Muni” didn't eat anything!” and once again the waters parted. The day was warm and the sun stayed out drying grass.

Poppa Purusa, he smiles, 'cause it's the Ekadasi day
“Anyone consuming rice today will be eligible to join in my play”
Ma Kali, her associates stand beside him her lei of skulls warns her worshipers what might become of them
The peacock blue of Gandharvika's skirt along with green offers the promise of a blissful life of service in the land of dedication. While the red ruffle displays the confidence of the servants in connection with their master and the fruits of a victorious campaign against maya shedding tears of ecstasy.
The orange of Mahaprabhu's pants show his fixation on his daring determination to give Krsna prema to one and all
Giridhari's dhoti yellow holds the highest mellow set off by the blue stars like the lighting in the dark blue sky. His cape holds the colors of the rainbow in awe.
The gecko and I charge to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and bow our heads. The main road takes us to the bridge over the first highway. Catching big air to the hospital curve and over the Saint Dagwood's river. We question with all logic the way we should go. Down the toad road or to the tennis park gently the answer comes at the stop sign. Forward to the tennis park and between the lakes at the soccer pitch, which is as usual, on the left the gecko takes his leave and I hammer to the long and winding. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa awaits and I fold my palms. The kalarupa gives chase as I try for the sandhya.
When in the height of love the best devotees asked everyone they could see if they had seen Krsna pass by. The trees and creepers along with the deer, does and bucks all entities. “O deer dough, have you seen Krsna?” they asked.