Let’s start a temple
We’ll have Gurudeva invite the thakuras
seamstress has some white silk, purple velvet and smoky blue in her bag
then she set out to make an outfit
i went on to offer arati and she got the patterns out
and Janmastami approached from across the field.
She had a tiara to use for a belt
I said I know what I’ll call this outfit and she began dreaming of something like “Janmastami”
But I knew I’d call it Miss America
Leis of narcissus and a few roses today and the center of Gandharvika’s is simply marvelous
The gecko and I saw two teams before we got to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. There we circled the southland and went on to the snob hill and laughed all the way through the village. At the opal cliff we knew we had to sprint to the natasala and see the guy behind the counter. There was a tandem paceline between the natasala and the shop. They formed a neat line while we turned the corner and went on to the reviewing stand. Then at the stop sign we took the right up to fast place I took leave there and sprinted to the peddler’s ramp and the bear. On to the wharf road that took me on to the main one next came the long and winding where I folded my palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and hammered to the asrama and the sandhya was happy to seem

The ratri kalina isn’t the whole night
Brahma murhurta is the end of the day
Seva descends in it’s own way
Mahaprabhu has come to reclaim his lost servants
Gurudeva is serving nectar from a golden tray
Seva descends in it’s own way
The way of service is taught by the internal energy
Radharani is perfect at arriving on time
Showing this how Krsna likes to play
Seva descends in it’s own way
The gecko and I go off to the southland after offering respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. Coming back to the main road there are some school kids walking in the peddler’s lane and beasts on the left what do we do? Put our left arms out in space and ease over into the beasts lane till we’re past the walkers. Right to the wharf road and straight up to the opal cliffs hooking the point between the lakes. Along the tennis park and to the toad road. He meets us at the light and we sprint to the soccer pitch and take the left on to the wharf road. That takes me to the long and winding where the toad and the gecko take their leave and I go on to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa with folded palms. The kalarupa fallows me to the sandhya where a few cooks are happy to see me return.
It’s a miracle mom! That’s what this evening’s dress is called. It’s always a challenge to get two outfits for both Janmastami and Vyasa puja but this year they did and it looks wonderful just as it is.

Come on in here for darsana
Say Nitai Caitanya and you'll go far
Divine love will begin to search you out
Oh do you want to know the name of this outfit?
It's called the Aruna Hara Posse rides again!
In the beginning all the outfits had pink and green
Or at least that's how it seemed
Then other colors crept in
Now with this one from vyasa puja, the combination returns
Yes the name of this outfit is the Aruna Hara Posse rides again
The Hindus all have a dipa attraction for that team
It seems that's the only colors they bring here
O by the way who leads this posse?
Roses and narcissus make the leis along with petals spaced by an orange trumpet
Did ask the outfit's name? It's the Aruna Hara Posse rides again
The gecko and I make it to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and bow our heads. I'm feeling a little pale but the gecko says let's go. So we sprint onto the main road to the lion's park. Right up to the campa hatti hill. The opal cliffs aren't quite as full of sufferers as they were yesterday. Pointing to the hook we hammer between the lakes up to the redone road. The natasala is dark tonight so the gecko takes leave to his shop. I go through the triangle and to the peddler's ramp. The wharf road takes me to the place I belong on the long and winding to fold my palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the kalarupa has to pull me this evening since I'm still a little pale but we make it for the sandhya
Lotus nails this evening and OPT has the slows. Sings to me of how Mahaprabhu is tolerant of all kinds of time schedules in order to bring his lost servants back to home.

It’s time to sing again about the black bumblebees the flower petal leis ‘cause the amavasya’s up above
The volcano of divine love
Yes we can look in to the brown buttons on Giridhari’s coat or the flowers on Mahaprabhu’s kummerbund but the focus will always return to Gandharvika’s veil and the black bumblebees
Or the flower petal leis made with such great care and artistic flare that they most perfectly complement the dress and their mood of sport
The gecko and I once again bowed to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and sprinted to the main road. All along that street we sprinted, across the bridge over the first highway. From there we slowed a bit but went on, keeping the whalers on our right, to the trethourus triangle and the corner beyond. Right at the corner and right again later. We passed in review before the cruiser king. He winks a smile and the gecko takes leave at the shop and I for the sandhya as always. Today I went via the harbor and between the lakes. There weren’t too many beasts today but more peddlers out soaking up the nice day. One team looked relieved that the rain is gone today. I took the right to the opal cliff and saw a passel of tandems in chase to something or other. Further on was the navapatra and the soccer pitch.. left there I got on to the wharf road to the long and winding where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees me fold my palms and invite the kalarupa. We get to the asrama just in time for the ceremony to begin
Vamsi dasa babji entered Manikatamani Puri this evening riding a horse of a different color talking like a pirate. The chill is returning but the fire is burning so no chodders. Then they enjoy their pastimes with much happiness.

There has to be a new outfit for Gaura Purnima
But the seamstress doesn't know what color
Looking at pictures and reading the dreams
Then the young babes say
Gauranga Mahaprabhu should be in mango
Giridhari in yellow, Gandharvika in both with red choli too
Don't kids say the most wonderful things?
That idea really makes the bell ring
What about the crowns? What would go right?
Then the young babes say
Mukuts from “you can't have it your way” the red and gold made by the seamstress herself.
Leis of roses and narcissus as usual swaying as they dance
Contemplating them draws one into divine love's trance
And all the young babes say
The colors so evenly spread
Pale yellow with a touch of red
The gecko and I are off again a little further down the sucker hole. Bowing to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and sprinting to the main road we cross over into the southland. Then left back to cross the bridge over the first highway. The campa hatti there now has a sign that advertises a different kind of “happiness” is available there. Past the whalers and the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot we see the stars rising in the morning for just a short visit. We come to a corner and remember that we can't make a left turn there and are forced to go down by the park of mountain men. Due to the rain none are our practicing. So it's on to the leaping monque and the trader. Back to the corner there and taking a left to the reviewing stand where the cruiser king salutes. At the triangle we take leave like always he to the shop and me to the sandhya via the peddler's ramp. The bear is wondering where I've been. I wave as winding and I go on to the wharf road under the highway there and on to the long. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa looks on as I fold my palms and the kalarupa gives chase to make sure I'm on time.
There are holy places in the world that everyone gives names to according to their own idea. This one has a name too, they call east Bengal the radhadesa, and this is named for its color baby blue.

Bengali tata sumo in the paddy field
Going to a house in a sweet water town
Ghosts try to attack taking the forms of cats
And guru maharaja appeared right at the stroke of midnight
Going out preaching on the pandal scene
To all the big cities and villages in between
Only a swami knows what that’s like
And that guru maharaja appeared right at the stroke of midnight
Leis of petals sway when the dancing gets hot
Kirtan performers wonder if it ever stops
Devotees at the thakura vari are feeling so right
Celebrating guru maharaja’s appearance right at the stroke of midnight
The gecko and I offered respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and spun into the southland from there to a land in which the scent of wild roses and the left hand of a dead man can turn milk to cream. There are rainbows and bright stars there too. The clouds are all cumulus they look like cotton candy. Peddler’s wheels sparkle with day-glow colors and everyone smiles as they pass each other on the road. The mountain men and hikers get along just fine. The gecko and I continue past the sufferers on the shore who are building bon fires to keep warm into the night. The tour goes through and they don’t mind if a couple of has-beens join in at the end of the pace line. Pretty soon the gecko takes leave and I continue back the long and winding to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where I fold my palms and the kalarupa chases me to the sandhya who is glad to see me on time.
Ah yes the touch that kills all material desires red embroidery and creamy Chinese silk so beautiful like an ocean of milk Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari engage in their pastimes of the night with so much happiness it can’t be calculated.

Gandharvika is Giridhari’s favorite consort
To join in his playful sports
In this outfit the skirt is a little too short
Well it’s one you’ve got to see
Leis of orchid and narcissus
Makes the rasa much more delicious
To hear of these pastimes is all-auspicious
Well it’s what you’ve got to see
The gecko and I sprint past the ratha-bhojana-vrksa in a race against the rain. On to the main road into the southland back to the main road past the post office of Mahamuni that’s the lion’s park on the right where the school kids play up the hill next to the campa hatti at the top make the left to pass the cemetery on the left side and library on the right the opal cliffs are empty the sufferers must be staying home to watch the rain but the gecko and I point to the hook as we hammer between the lakes to the redone road next to the harbor where all the boats are tethered due to the impending rain the natasala is ready, we know it, the line forming for the evening show the gecko and I take leave he to the shop and me through the triangle past the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot and back to the tennis park beyond there is the toad road down there the toad himself comes to tag along past the basketball park on to the soccer pitch and the wharf road the long and winding comes on the right where I charge up to the rath-bhojana-vrksa and the kalarupa trails me to the sandhya at the hidden valley the kalarupa goes on the attack but I’m just that far ahead that he can’t quite overtake at the gate we leap the chain and come down in the puddle and mud but keep the spin to meet and shake hands with the sandhya.
The hiranya kasipu nightdress this evening as the deities are almost rested, that is no one is staying up too late for their dancing exhibition they just go straight to bed.

Put Mahaprabhu in blue and red
Gandharvika in orange and indigo stones
Giridhari wears violet, green and yellow
Together all the colors in the rainbow
Leis are white narcissus simple but oh so fragrant
In this coast town folks are spell bound by the witch called maya
While the kirtan party goes dancing by
To free their souls with vibration from the spiritual sky
Passing the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the gecko and I bow our heads. We sprint through the southland. The post office is on the right as we make the turn to snob hill. Along the railroad we go spinning all the way into the village. Up to the tip top of the opal cliffs and then descending to point to the hook. Between the lakes the geese are honking. There are a few recumbents on patrol on the redone road. The natasala has a line forming to the right as we pass. The shop calls the gecko in and I take leave to around to the reviewing stand and then the triangle. The peddler’s ramp takes me by the bear. Wharf road is the next attraction. Along the way cars are coming from behind all the way to the T where it joins the main road. I continue to the southland one more time. Crossing into the long and winding the ratha-bhojana-vrksa awaits my folded palms. The kalaruipa comes up beside me and we begin to spin. The pace picks up and we get to the asrama just in time to get ready for arati.
The chill is returning while the deep within the far off jungle nightdress sees no chodders since the fire is blazing. Maybe by the morning.

When your fingers start doing pirouettes
The leis come in secret packets
So I must engage in an extended quest
It’s only a test, only a test
Let’s see how the dhotis are made turn them around in a while
Clearing up all the mistakes
Now the clock says it’s time to bathe them
I’d really like to dress them too
Staying up too late and starting too early clears the cobwebs from my mind
Asking can this go on tomorrow? Or just to the end of time?
The answer can be found ‘cross Saint Dagwood’s river and how can that be crossed ? by following in the footsteps of the highest servitors and repeating Krsna is a brahmacari and that’s what Sri Guru-Gauranga are wearing this evening as they enter into their night pastimes.

Three came from the east nila, aruna, and syama
Their servants come to find
Representatives of these three said to live then come to die
Path to the highest that’s what they’ve said
‘till your former self is dead
hyacinth and orchids make the leis
light and fragrant following them no matter which way
No one gets out of these clutches
Not by austerity, nor by penance or any ordinary plan
Without the mercy of the representatives of nila, aruna and syama
LIVE in the arena of pure consciousness
The gecko and I once again strike out in a “sucker hole” to respect the ratha-bhojana-vrksa on our way to the main road. The bridge over the first highway and the whalers are on the left. The roads are wet but we don’t replay the crash of the heavy peddlers yesterday. Past the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot and to the left there to take the help of Ms. Gault to avoid the triangle. Around the corner to the reviewing stand and then to the natasala where one goes right and one goes left and one goes through the peddler’s ramp I go down the big road to the long and winding to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and bow my head the kalarupa and I race to the sandhya.
Pralad-a-dad this evening the panel skirt for Gandharvika and vest for Giridhari as they take rest early and then on to their evening pastimes

Designing an outfit for Janmastami day
And get it made in Vrndavana
See the tailor and the seamstress arguing over price
And not agree and wonder why he won’t make what you want.
Making sure it’s a colorful dress
Go to pick it up when it is done
It really doesn’t matter if it’s done the way you want it
It’s the way He wants it the way He wants
People at the mukutwalla run around and try to hide
So they don’t have answer why it isn’t why it isn’t done our way
Still it really doesn’t matter if it’s done they way you want it
It’s the way He wants the way He wants
Leis of stock and petals that follow the curves of their forms
Where ever they go
The gecko and I salute the ratha bhojana vrksa as we go by. On to the main road we go to the lion’s park and campa hatti hill. From there to the opal cliff like usual and point to the hook. Between the lakes the rain is beginning to fall so we have to get back fast. To the harbor and up to the shop where we take leave and I hammer back to the long and winding via the peddler’s ramp. The beasts and their drivers make no mistake, though, I’m not one of the famous peddlers going through the town today. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa looks on in silence as I fold my palms quickly as I go by and the kalarupa shouts “you are n-u-t-z!” as he follows me to the vaikalika service. The Lord arises and I am quite happy that it’s on time.
The powder blue lets you know it’s Tuesday morning and they’ve come in from East Bengal after a night of dancing and dancing

Seamstress is sitting up in her room
Thoughts come to her making the new dress bloom
Collecting trims, jewelry and cloth from here, there and everywhere
Looking at pictures combining it all into clothes to wear
Blue sequin backdrop adds just enough spice
I’m a flower child and this outfit’s taste is nice
Leis of gerbera daisies and rose petals coming late
They don’t dance or sway they just hang straight
On our way to the southland the gecko and I bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa leaving back to the main road up to the hospital curve and over the creek, All the way to the harbor where the boats are in the wind is too strong. The natasala is dark and the shop is waiting so the gecko and I take leave once again. As I come to the long and winding leading to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the kalarupa follows me to the sandhya between the raindrops and under the clouds.
And in the ninth night of the full moon Srila Guru Maharaja appeared to save us all from the illusion. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari put on their nightdress and happily enjoy their pastimes.
Seamstress is sitting up in her room
Thoughts come to her making the new dress bloom
Collecting trims, jewelry and cloth from here, there and everywhere
Looking at pictures combining it all into clothes to wear
Blue sequin backdrop adds just enough spice
I’m a flower child and this outfit’s taste is nice
Leis of gerbera daisies and rose petals coming late
They don’t dance or sway they just hang straight
On our way to the southland the gecko and I bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa leaving back to the main road up to the hospital curve and over the creek, All the way to the harbor where the boats are in the wind is too strong. The natasala is dark and the shop is waiting so the gecko and I take leave once again. As I come to the long and winding leading to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the kalarupa follows me to the sandhya between the raindrops and under the clouds.
And in the ninth night of the full moon Srila Guru Maharaja appeared to save us all from the illusion. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari put on their nightdress and happily enjoy their pastimes.
Seamstress is sitting up in her room
Thoughts come to her making the new dress bloom
Collecting trims, jewelry and cloth from here, there and everywhere
Looking at pictures combining it all into clothes to wear
Blue sequin backdrop adds just enough spice
I’m a flower child and this outfit’s taste is nice
Leis of gerbera daisies and rose petals coming late
They don’t dance or sway they just hang straight
On our way to the southland the gecko and I bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa leaving back to the main road up to the hospital curve and over the creek, All the way to the harbor where the boats are in the wind is too strong. The natasala is dark and the shop is waiting so the gecko and I take leave once again. As I come to the long and winding leading to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the kalarupa follows me to the sandhya between the raindrops and under the clouds.
And in the ninth night of the full moon Srila Guru Maharaja appeared to save us all from the illusion. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari put on their nightdress and happily enjoy their pastimes.
Seamstress is sitting up in her room
Thoughts come to her making the new dress bloom
Collecting trims, jewelry and cloth from here, there and everywhere
Looking at pictures combining it all into clothes to wear
Blue sequin backdrop adds just enough spice
I’m a flower child and this outfit’s taste is nice
Leis of gerbera daisies and rose petals coming late
They don’t dance or sway they just hang straight
On our way to the southland the gecko and I bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa leaving back to the main road up to the hospital curve and over the creek, All the way to the harbor where the boats are in the wind is too strong. The natasala is dark and the shop is waiting so the gecko and I take leave once again. As I come to the long and winding leading to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the kalarupa follows me to the sandhya between the raindrops and under the clouds.
And in the ninth night of the full moon Srila Guru Maharaja appeared to save us all from the illusion. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari put on their nightdress and happily enjoy their pastimes.
Seamstress is sitting up in her room
Thoughts come to her making the new dress bloom
Collecting trims, jewelry and cloth from here, there and everywhere
Looking at pictures combining it all into clothes to wear
Blue sequin backdrop adds just enough spice
I’m a flower child and this outfit’s taste is nice
Leis of gerbera daisies and rose petals coming late
They don’t dance or sway they just hang straight
On our way to the southland the gecko and I bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa leaving back to the main road up to the hospital curve and over the creek, All the way to the harbor where the boats are in the wind is too strong. The natasala is dark and the shop is waiting so the gecko and I take leave once again. As I come to the long and winding leading to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the kalarupa follows me to the sandhya between the raindrops and under the clouds.
And in the ninth night of the full moon Srila Guru Maharaja appeared to save us all from the illusion. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari put on their nightdress and happily enjoy their pastimes.
Seamstress is sitting up in her room
Thoughts come to her making the new dress bloom
Collecting trims, jewelry and cloth from here, there and everywhere
Looking at pictures combining it all into clothes to wear
Blue sequin backdrop adds just enough spice
I’m a flower child and this outfit’s taste is nice
Leis of gerbera daisies and rose petals coming late
They don’t dance or sway they just hang straight
On our way to the southland the gecko and I bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa leaving back to the main road up to the hospital curve and over the creek, All the way to the harbor where the boats are in the wind is too strong. The natasala is dark and the shop is waiting so the gecko and I take leave once again. As I come to the long and winding leading to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the kalarupa follows me to the sandhya between the raindrops and under the clouds.
And in the ninth night of the full moon Srila Guru Maharaja appeared to save us all from the illusion. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari put on their nightdress and happily enjoy their pastimes.
Seamstress is sitting up in her room
Thoughts come to her making the new dress bloom
Collecting trims, jewelry and cloth from here, there and everywhere
Looking at pictures combining it all into clothes to wear
Blue sequin backdrop adds just enough spice
I’m a flower child and this outfit’s taste is nice
Leis of gerbera daisies and rose petals coming late
They don’t dance or sway they just hang straight
On our way to the southland the gecko and I bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa leaving back to the main road up to the hospital curve and over the creek, All the way to the harbor where the boats are in the wind is too strong. The natasala is dark and the shop is waiting so the gecko and I take leave once again. As I come to the long and winding leading to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the kalarupa follows me to the sandhya between the raindrops and under the clouds.
And in the ninth night of the full moon Srila Guru Maharaja appeared to save us all from the illusion. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari put on their nightdress and happily enjoy their pastimes.
Seamstress is sitting up in her room
Thoughts come to her making the new dress bloom
Collecting trims, jewelry and cloth from here, there and everywhere
Looking at pictures combining it all into clothes to wear
Blue sequin backdrop adds just enough spice
I’m a flower child and this outfit’s taste is nice
Leis of gerbera daisies and rose petals coming late
They don’t dance or sway they just hang straight
On our way to the southland the gecko and I bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa leaving back to the main road up to the hospital curve and over the creek, All the way to the harbor where the boats are in the wind is too strong. The natasala is dark and the shop is waiting so the gecko and I take leave once again. As I come to the long and winding leading to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the kalarupa follows me to the sandhya between the raindrops and under the clouds.
And in the ninth night of the full moon Srila Guru Maharaja appeared to save us all from the illusion. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari put on their nightdress and happily enjoy their pastimes.
Seamstress is sitting up in her room
Thoughts come to her making the new dress bloom
Collecting trims, jewelry and cloth from here, there and everywhere
Looking at pictures combining it all into clothes to wear
Blue sequin backdrop adds just enough spice
I’m a flower child and this outfit’s taste is nice
Leis of gerbera daisies and rose petals coming late
They don’t dance or sway they just hang straight
On our way to the southland the gecko and I bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa leaving back to the main road up to the hospital curve and over the creek, All the way to the harbor where the boats are in the wind is too strong. The natasala is dark and the shop is waiting so the gecko and I take leave once again. As I come to the long and winding leading to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the kalarupa follows me to the sandhya between the raindrops and under the clouds.
And in the ninth night of the full moon Srila Guru Maharaja appeared to save us all from the illusion. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari put on their nightdress and happily enjoy their pastimes.
Seamstress is sitting up in her room
Thoughts come to her making the new dress bloom
Collecting trims, jewelry and cloth from here, there and everywhere
Looking at pictures combining it all into clothes to wear
Blue sequin backdrop adds just enough spice
I’m a flower child and this outfit’s taste is nice
Leis of gerbera daisies and rose petals coming late
They don’t dance or sway they just hang straight
On our way to the southland the gecko and I bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa leaving back to the main road up to the hospital curve and over the creek, All the way to the harbor where the boats are in the wind is too strong. The natasala is dark and the shop is waiting so the gecko and I take leave once again. As I come to the long and winding leading to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the kalarupa follows me to the sandhya between the raindrops and under the clouds.
And in the ninth night of the full moon Srila Guru Maharaja appeared to save us all from the illusion. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari put on their nightdress and happily enjoy their pastimes.
Seamstress is sitting up in her room
Thoughts come to her making the new dress bloom
Collecting trims, jewelry and cloth from here, there and everywhere
Looking at pictures combining it all into clothes to wear
Blue sequin backdrop adds just enough spice
I’m a flower child and this outfit’s taste is nice
Leis of gerbera daisies and rose petals coming late
They don’t dance or sway they just hang straight
On our way to the southland the gecko and I bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa leaving back to the main road up to the hospital curve and over the creek, All the way to the harbor where the boats are in the wind is too strong. The natasala is dark and the shop is waiting so the gecko and I take leave once again. As I come to the long and winding leading to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the kalarupa follows me to the sandhya between the raindrops and under the clouds.
And in the ninth night of the full moon Srila Guru Maharaja appeared to save us all from the illusion. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari put on their nightdress and happily enjoy their pastimes.
Seamstress is sitting up in her room
Thoughts come to her making the new dress bloom
Collecting trims, jewelry and cloth from here, there and everywhere
Looking at pictures combining it all into clothes to wear
Blue sequin backdrop adds just enough spice
I’m a flower child and this outfit’s taste is nice
Leis of gerbera daisies and rose petals coming late
They don’t dance or sway they just hang straight
On our way to the southland the gecko and I bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa leaving back to the main road up to the hospital curve and over the creek, All the way to the harbor where the boats are in the wind is too strong. The natasala is dark and the shop is waiting so the gecko and I take leave once again. As I come to the long and winding leading to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the kalarupa follows me to the sandhya between the raindrops and under the clouds.
And in the ninth night of the full moon Srila Guru Maharaja appeared to save us all from the illusion. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari put on their nightdress and happily enjoy their pastimes.
Seamstress is sitting up in her room
Thoughts come to her making the new dress bloom
Collecting trims, jewelry and cloth from here, there and everywhere
Looking at pictures combining it all into clothes to wear
Blue sequin backdrop adds just enough spice
I’m a flower child and this outfit’s taste is nice
Leis of gerbera daisies and rose petals coming late
They don’t dance or sway they just hang straight
On our way to the southland the gecko and I bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa leaving back to the main road up to the hospital curve and over the creek, All the way to the harbor where the boats are in the wind is too strong. The natasala is dark and the shop is waiting so the gecko and I take leave once again. As I come to the long and winding leading to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the kalarupa follows me to the sandhya between the raindrops and under the clouds.
And in the ninth night of the full moon Srila Guru Maharaja appeared to save us all from the illusion. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari put on their nightdress and happily enjoy their pastimes.
Seamstress is sitting up in her room
Thoughts come to her making the new dress bloom
Collecting trims, jewelry and cloth from here, there and everywhere
Looking at pictures combining it all into clothes to wear
Blue sequin backdrop adds just enough spice
I’m a flower child and this outfit’s taste is nice
Leis of gerbera daisies and rose petals coming late
They don’t dance or sway they just hang straight
On our way to the southland the gecko and I bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa leaving back to the main road up to the hospital curve and over the creek, All the way to the harbor where the boats are in the wind is too strong. The natasala is dark and the shop is waiting so the gecko and I take leave once again. As I come to the long and winding leading to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the kalarupa follows me to the sandhya between the raindrops and under the clouds.
And in the ninth night of the full moon Srila Guru Maharaja appeared to save us all from the illusion. Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari put on their nightdress and happily enjoy their pastimes.

I’ve been happy lately thinking about the agents who have brought the mercy of Mahaprabhu down
And I know for sure that something good has begun
And Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are dressed in the one that looks like the foam on ghee
Appearing for one and all to see.
Oh please come.
Saraswati Thakura appeared today to stop all the cheating religion and establish the supremacy of the one.
Leis of narcissus flowers that give the whole temple that spring flower aroma.
The gecko and I pass the ratha-bhojana-vrksa with bowed heads and on to the main road. The rain is threatening to cut our pedaling short so we quickly go off to the southland. From there it’s on to the bridge over the first highway, The clank of the aluminum bat is the next landmark. The hospital curve comes and we go to the left over the creek and on to the avenue of the tennis park. The redone street calls us to the railroad bridge by Saint Dagwood’s river. The path leads on to Saint Dagwood’s park where we circumambulate and head back to the corner. There we go left again to the reviewing stand. As I go to the triangle the gecko takes the route to his shop. I get back to the long and winding that leads me on to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where I fold my palms. The kalarupa drags me on to the sandhya while the rain is beginning to show itself.
After the party today Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridahari are ready to take their rest. Into their Hiranyakasipu dress and I put them in their beds

Pujari, pujari delay the arati just a little while
The speaker is coming but he’s still got many a mile
He’s bringing his students who are eager to see the Deities
Students say teacher it’s Saint Patrick’s day
Speaker says that this Gaura Purnima is our Saint Patrick’s day
Pujari, pujari delay the arati just a little while
One of the devotees parents are coming from many a mile
The pastors wear this very color purple during this Easter time of year
Say the parents they are pleased and listen to the speaker who makes things clear
Pujari, pujari start the arati now the speaker and his students have come traveling many a mile
The pastors see the curtain open and all are overwhelmed by the dress with leis of narcissus that make the whole room smell like the upper world
The gecko and I take off bowing to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa to Mahamuni’s post box. After the stop we’re off again to the lion’s park where a few school kids are eating from lunch boxes as one. We go to the campa hatti. Then we go left to the opal cliff hook the point to the lakes and on to the harbor. The natasala has people waiting for the second show and the gecko and take leave he to the shop and I through the tretchorous triangle to the peddler’s ramp. The bear says “Hey” and I salute as I go. On to the wharf road that leads on to the main road then on to the long and winding. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees me fold my palms and the kalarupa chases me to the sandhya.
Deep within the far off jungle, the nightdress, though the temple is stoked by the fire outside is chilly enough to keep them inside this evening dancing all night long.

Arati time trying to remember
How many incense sticks did I bring along?
When the arati is done jump on an ocr
Pedal downtown to find the hari nama
Bhagavad-gita printed in paperback
Follow the angels and you’ll never go wrong
Reading my mind can’t find what they’re looking for
Follow the angels and you’ll never go wrong
Green and yellow combine so sweetly for Guru Maharaja
He came down from Goloka to take us back home
Devotees come for the view but only see curtains drawn
Deity bathing is taking too long.
Follow the angels and you’ll never go wrong
From the asrama to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa to offer respect and then into the southland around to the Mahamuni post box and then snob hill. Laughing in the village and up to the opal cliff. Hooking the point all the way to the twin lakes. The natasala is still dark and the gecko takes leave at his shop and I go on to the peddler’s ramp. The bear is on the right and the wharf raod has me take a left to the long and winding to fold my palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the sandhya takes me back to the sandhya.
There’s a lion on the chase. Green and purple with gold trim from Nrsimhacaturdasi of a few years ago the fire is lit so they don’t need chodders for warmth but due to the chill they stay inside and dance all night long.

Walking in the village one day I saw the supreme magician
Wonderful things he said, peacock feather upon his head
Told his friends of his playing the night before
And as his friend was looking down the magician painted dolphins on his friend’s chest everyone knew this friend was best
Leis of tulips, roses, leaves and star gazers
Off in to see the navapatra offering respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa rounding the lion’s park up the campa hatti hill and down to the opal cliff where the rain set in we went on between the lakes by that time we were soaked so we had to get back as soon as we could he to the shop and me to the sandhya I go along the long and winding as fast as I can the kalarupa is following me but can’t quite keep up. And minutes before he reaches the asrama I’m blowing the horn
The lotus nails are there while the rain is still falling all around so no visitors come. They get ready without chodders again this evening since the fire is roaring.

Gurudeva’s mercy is where they came from
Our past doesn’t matter since it’s gone
Don’t want to be chained to a life where nothing is gained in search for the true satisfaction of the soul
Mahaprabhu in mango, Giridhari has traditional yellow and
Gandharvika has blue
Sue ‘nila vasana on Tuesday that’s name murka’s hung on you
And the dress gets changed with every new day
Tulips and assorted flowers make these leis
The gecko and I stop at Mahamuni’s post box and then the snob hill. Through the village we go bells on handlebars ring keeping spirits light.
The sufferers are out to take advantage of the second day of sun in a row.. Between the lakes the cruisers are in force. But the redone road is vacant. The natasala is dark once again and the gecko goes to the shop. I take the corner and pedal past the reviewing stand to the triangle. Up the peddler’s ramp to see the bear. On to the wharf road to the long and winding where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa is ready for my folded palms. The kalarupa followers me up the sandhya .
This evening in the rain and the chill Vamsi dasa babaji comes a riding his horse of a different color talking like a pirate.

This is devotion
That's way beyond emotion
Gandharvika in the hood has the realization
The highest satisfaction comes in separation
And in the hood there are red, white and black
Where Arjuna said Govinda, I shall not attack
This is devotion
That's way beyond emotion
Leis of roses whole and petaled
So much love put in for them to be assembled
This is devotion
That's way beyond emotion
The gecko and I off to see the morning star we pedal so far passing the ratha-bhojana-vrksa with folded palms we enter the main road. We cross the bridge over the first highway and see one of the folks at the campa hatti. Past the whalers and the post office to the trechorus triangle and on to Saint Dagwood's park. Left at the nava patra and then past the leaping monque to make the right and right again . Right once more to the spot where that perfect light has shown itself. Around the corner to the trader's. circling the trader and crossing the bridge on the way to the shop a where the gecko and I take our leaves. I go past the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-llot. I go on to the peddler's ramp straight to the bear and he says howdy bol!
Each of the thousand tirthas has a name, number and so forth.. In this world of names this night dress has it's own name too. The seamstress can't handle these kinds of explanations.

Wear a silk turban like Giridhari in Vrndavana
A silk turban and blue dhoti take a peacock feather
Put it in the turban and when it comes to dancing the peacock knows all there is to know
Mahaprabhu and Gandharvika have the copper and blue seed bead
With a peacock crown
Full rose leis contrast well with the dress as the devotees say this is what you need to know.
The gecko and I respect the ratha-bhojana-vrksa pedaling our way to nowhere. The southland had joggers along with us today as we rounded the curve at the end to rejoin the main road. There we took off for the lion’s park. Up snob hill and down into the village as usual laughing all the way the cruisers couldn’t understand. The sufferers on the opal cliff were the only ones happy about the raindrops that we felt a little difficulty to pedal between. We pointed to the hook and between the lakes. There we saw the boats all in their places at the harbor cause they have more sense than the gecko and I and stay in in the rain. At the natasala he went to the shop and I to the sandhya. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa saw me bow my head as I challenged the kalarupa that the last one to the asrama was a mayavadi.
Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari in their creamy and red Chinese silk are certainly the touch that kills all desire for mundane beauty. They took rest early this evening and due to the fire burning need no extra chodders .

Here on the land all the devotees are strong
And today they are joining in Paramahamsa Nityananda’s celebration
They saw the painted lotus flowers buzzed around by dragonflies was the seamstress’ creation.
They’ve come to lose their material conception, as a servant of gurudeva and that will set their souls free.
Narsissus, daffodils and jonquils make the leis face the world and add their gentle fragrance to the atmosphere.
The ratha-bhojana-vrksa was happy to see us today, thought maybe we’d skip out due to the party but we came and folded our palms and went on to the lion’s park. The campa hatti was there with the hill to climb. The opal cliff was there with a tournament of sufferers going on. Almost being slapped by sufferer’s board a time or three we dodged them as fast as we could. The harbor had seen the boats depart to take advantage of the sun’s appearance if even only for the afternoon.
Hiranya Kasipu is the nightdress the chill is there but they take their bed early enough to leave time to play after the night the light goes out. with the chill still around and the appearance day, a new set of chodders was accepted.

The smooth dancing actor is here again
Blue flowers over his left ear as he sashes across the stage
everyone is praying he'll dance his way into their heart
gurudeva says he'll take his followers home
just listen to him and not the mind
the devotees come before him seeing this dress with a million mirrors
that rescue our eyes from the ordinary beauty
with leis that match the yellow and purple pink silken dress
he wears when the smooth dancing actor is here again
The gecko and I take off for the pool. We offer respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa along the way and cross the bridge over the first highway. At the hospital curve we go along to the whalers. The triangle is ahead but Ms. Gault is there to offer us a detour. The leaping monque shows us the way over the railroad bridge where even the mountain men have the good sense to stay out of the drizzle. But the gecko and I are pedaled senseless and circle the spinner's church. The sufferer thakura has a raincoat on today. We salute as we pass on our return loop. The trader points the way to the shop where we, as usual part. The gecko to the shop and I to the long and winding to fold my palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the kalarupa pulls me to the sandhya and asks “the ceremony is about to begin, is everybody in”
Then after the day's dancing Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari put on their deep within the far off jungle nightdress and get ready for their evening pastimes.

Peacock crowns and effulgence
Moons shine on his fingertips
Blue stars twinkle from his cape
A vision to let your mind escape
In her ruffled skirt she holds his interest through the dancing night
When she left he had find her and so took flight
Mahaprabhu in orange had the vision and heard their ankle bells
Came back with his amazing story to tell
Of narcissus leis that perfumed the atmosphere with the most attractive smell
The gecko and I went sprinting off to the ratha-bhojana-vrska and on to the main road. the raindrops are falling but we pedal between. The cruisers can’t figure it out cause they’re getting drenched to the bone. We sweep through the village and spin up to the opal clif. There is another team between the lakes but they are also able to stay dry. The harbor sees the boats in their places and the shop is ready for the gecko to come and help close it down. I take the peddler’s ramp and see the bear. Sprinting along the big road I beat a couple of lights but the one at the main road catches me and makes me wait. Then the long and winding brings me back to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and the kalarupa, who is on good legs, paces me back to the sandhya.
It’s a miracle mom, that day after day Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari keep me engaged in their service. This evening is no exception. I dress them quickly and they are ready for bed with no clever tricks to keep me from finishing on time.

It was whispered that Giridhari’s kirta is so snug that it must be a bicycle tour must be coming
But I can't keep up with Greg or Jacque courageous cowboys and all they're quirks
And I've never understood how a team works
Those wallas are all to pucka
While our gang s so much different
Aren't rules just for school?
It's not only how fast you start the form you keep may fall apart
Isn't it smarter to develop heart?
All I want to do is follow guru
Follow guru wherever he leads
Mahaprabh's leis is purple
Gandharvik's is white
Giridhari's has pink roses
Mahaprabhu's has leaves
Gandharvika's is narcissus
All I want to do is follow Guru
Follow Guru just as he leads
The gecko and I bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and turn left at the main road then right into the southland. Waiting to get back to the main road a cruiser huffs and puffs sand and sunshine possessed words in my helmet why does your ridding buddy dress like a gecko? I heard those words dance around my helmet and come to rest on the top tube and said listen I don’t think you can understand. On we went to the bridge over the first highway and the campa hatti there. The clank of the aluminum bat is on the left as always. The hospital curve takes us over Saint Dagwood’s river and we turn right to make the tennis park. The harbor and the redone road deposit us at the shop. There I know I have to hammer a while to make the sandhya. The gecko has to close his shop. I take the peddler’s ramp to speed things along. At the long and winding I see another team coming down getting in form. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa is waiting for me to fold my palms and as I do the kalarupa pursues me. We nip and tuck all the way to the sandhya. He shakes our hands and says jaya! Jaya!
O deer dough! Have you seen Krsna? The nightdress asks that question. But were all friends with Mahaprabhu so we can’t answer. They’re eager to get into their night pastimes so they have me go fast. They must be up to something.

We went down to the simhadhvara
On the broad blue ocean’s shore
Seeing the thakuras dressed in ‘Nila, blue and gold
remembering how our Prabhu jumped high then crashing down on the earth he rolled
while pandit goswami gave his bhagavat discourse
to ease his afflicted friend’s remorse
we heard this from the verse’s source
and it made our consciousness fly
leis of tulips, roses and other flowers of the season
gave yet another reason
our hearts felt as if they were in the spiritual sky
the gecko and I spin past the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and fold our palms on our way to the main road. Crossing over into the southland back out to the campa hatti and the clank of the aluminum bat. Around the hospital curve over the Rodeo Creek and past the tennis park to the harbor a crew of cruisers gets us to follow them around the railroad bridge at Saint Dagwood’s river and around to the leaping monque. From there to the trader. The shop comes along where the gecko and I take our leaves he to the shop and I to the long and winding. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa stands silently as I fold my palms one more time. The kalarupa makes sure I hustle up to the sandhya who shakes our hands as we pass and the shank blows.
Pralad-a-dad is the nightdress this evening the chill is a little back but Sri
Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari go on enjoying like anything.