Gurudeva has come
To make our material life done
Please don't listen to your mind
Or the good advice it seems to give
We can serve Gurudeva for eternity
Don't be afraid to die to live
Even good karma has come here but then it's gone
It can only really bring sadness
It's clear that won't help us move on
Don't be afraid to die tolive
The whole parampara is there to show us
How we can really find happiness and how we can be like they are
Some how Gurudeva has come
If we run to him, don't even look back and say good-bye
If we just catch hold of his lotus feet
We can be like they are
Don't be afraid to diet olive
The gecko and I had left to fold our palms at the ratha-bhojana-vrksa when some fixed gear heads came alongside. We pedaled with them to the main road. They were headed to the forest that kills the mind. We went along the main road past the post office of Mahamuni and on to the boot store. A computra doctor and a convenience store on the right while we were still in the thick of the pace line that must have had ten peddlers single file we weren't going so fast but we got to the slaughter house quickly enough. We took leave for we didn't want to enter there. We turned and let out a living cyclist's cry as we hammered to the long and winding. Right there we saw the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. The kalarupa took us to the sandhya.
The touch that kills all material desires and let us know that we are touching Krsna with out tongues is what they wear tonight. An elegant Chinese silk.