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.