It was time for an outfit so we had one made by tailor thought it might be fun
When we saw what he'd done it wasn't how what it seemed
Took it back to the tailor asked, “What does this mean?”
“it's the amount of money you spent! Understand what I say”
Unless you spend more money, you can't have it your way!”
So they wear it today with rose petal leis
The devotees here made the crowns by the bay
“It's the amount of money you spent! Understand what I say, unless you spend more money 'you can't have it your way'”!
As the gecko and I pass the ratha-bhojana-vrksa we see that some one has left a pair of shoes as an offering. (ha ha) then onto the southland and around to the post box of Mahamuni. From there it's the lion's park and the campa hatti. Left past the soccer pitch to point to the hook between the lakes there are some geese once again up to the redone road by the harbor where only some of the boats are out since it's Monday next week the natasala is having shows each day we go around the corner to the reviewing stand through the triangle where we take leave and I sprint on to the frontage road. A tandem is ahead of me for a while but the mad sprinter in me comes out an I overtake them just as the soccer pitch is appearing again they giggle as I pass but I keep my focus since the time for arati draweth nigh. Past a peddler's shop and the navapatra right there and on to the wharf road. under the highway to the main street that leads me to the long and winding. A few peddlers are on the other side some in pedaling gear others in “civil cloth” I fold my palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and the kalarupa chases me to the sandhya who is pleased as punch to see me arrive in time.
The baby blue cause there is a name for the tirthas in the world this outfit has a name too, they call East Bengal the Radhadesa, this one's baby blue.

Welcome back dear friends to this festival without an end
Gurudeva recommends that you attend
When the curtain opens you'll know there's simply no better show
Yes you'll know
On the simhasana there's Giridhari in yellow and Mahaprabhu in mango
For sure it's known that Gandharvika's blue is a choice all her own
Leis of rose petals and gerbera daisies make you feel at home not alone
The gecko waits in the southland as I bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and sprint to meet him. Together we make a left on Main Street. We cross over the first highway and hear sirens behind us. As the ambulance gets closer we get on to the pavement so we crossed the go light. At the whalers some one calls out “jaya jaya” we acknowledge and continue to the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot and take the left. At the boardwalk we go done the dangerous pavement. A team goes on the other side making the beasts slow and speak in tongues we cross with a zebra and go on to the leaping monque we did see the mountain men on their ramps looping the loop and spinning around passing the shop we take leave and I hammer straight up to the long and winding there is a guy in a helmet with bristles done up in Mohawk fashion the ratha-bhojana-vrksa awaits with the kalarupa who chases me to the sandhya.
In the ninth the deities are wearing an outfit offered for Guru Maharaja's vyasa puja. Giridhari has a red coat Mahaprabhu has a peacock blue kirta, green pants and red sash and chodder. Gandharvika is also in peacock blue with red trim. They stay up a little late but in the end their pastimes.

This outfit usually gets worn on Saturday the end of the week
Such an elegant outfit leaves all unable to speak
You see their wearing their chodders wispy thin
A veil held down by ornate orange trim
It's the color buttery foam
The fragrance of ghee reminds all of home
Light beige with rust and avocado flowers
Leis of all kinds of flowers such careful thought put in
Tell the devotees this is called Havirbhu
The gecko and I bow at the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and swing around the southland. Right on the main street and the beasts force us to take the right on to the big road. We sneak a left into a car park and get back to the main street. We pass Mahamuni's post box and see a team coming the other way. The aren't dressed alike but they ride in such concert that they cannot but be a team. Other errand runners are also out and darting here and there as we go up the hill near the campa hatti. To the left into the east bank pointing to the hook and sprinting between the lakes where cruisers are scattered by our thundering roar. The natasala has a show between the lines this evening but the doors aren't open yet. Around the trader's and Saint Dagwood's park back up to the reviewing stand to the triangle at the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot we take leave and I head on to the harbor where boats are out between the lakes the sufferers are talking and the cyclists are speeding by I pass the windmill and get to the wharf road making the left on the main street invited by the long and winding and I'm hammering by the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where the kalarupa picks me up and we slide under the tag of the sandhya.
Hiranyakasipu, gold and a soft bed. This one was offered on Nrsimha Caturdasi since it's gold and yellow and a nightdress gold and soft bed just seemed to fit. A quick dressing they engage in their pastimes with happiness,

At the stroke of midnight Srila Guru Maharaja appeared
He talks of the prime cause and dedication
His analogies are nothing short of sensation
They perfectly show what it is all about
At the stroke of midnight Srila Guru Maharaja appeared
Vrndavana is for shallow thinkers, his own Guru made him see
And when he did he fell as if from the top of tree
Then he found complete satisfaction with Mahaprabhu
At the stroke of midnight Srila Guru Maharaja appeared
Two of the leis of today are matching, Gandharvika's forming the heart and Giridhari's coming to his knee but Mahaprabhu's is a whole different thing a little wild, it's a free spirit it has petals and whole roses along with a mind of it's own, to be different from the rest it wanted to come out that way.
The gecko and I sprint to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and bow our heads take the main street over the first highway and the campa hatti. The clank of the aluminum bat field around the hospital curve to the tennis park along the road to the natasala a film of fishing for flies and we round the corner to the reviewing stand to the triangle where once again we take leave. I sprint to the peddler's ramp and say hey to the bear on to the wharf road to the post box of Mahamuni. Around to the campa hatti to the main street and the long and winding the ratha-bhojana-vrksa is welcoming me and the kalarupa hurries m e along to the sandhya
The nights are getting warmer and tonight deep within the far off jungle is the night dress. They still like to stay up too late.

When the moon above is new
Hid its face away from view
Our Thakuras wear their yellow etched in black
With bumblebees on Gandharvika's veil
its a celebration of the day of amyavasya
While the moon is in hiding the stars are on center stage
And the los angeles lakers are appearing in the leis
It's a celebration of the day of amyavasya
The gecko and I once again take off to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where we bow our heads and sprint to the main street. Over the first highway and around the hospital curve to the tennis park and then the natasala past the corner and Saint Dagwood's park left with the leaping monque hammering along past bhakta blade's kutir to the natural bridges in memory of the tour of CA on to Seymour's museum once more circling around and back to the sufferer thakura where a new leis has been placed around his neck back to see the mountain men on their ramps and loop-de-loops circling the trader and around the corner where the cruisers are reviewing through the triangle taking leave to the peddler's ramp and the bear left on the wharf road under the highway this time and left on to the main street with dumps me onto the long and winding I fold my palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa who has to carry me to the sandhya but we make it.
A lion on the chase this evening it's warmer so they might just sneak out to dance under the stars since the moon is hiding they take their time changing since they had a little longer than usual nap after lunch still and all they let me put them in bed.

Do the prabhus like to goof on you?
Do wear things no body else would wear?
Does your group chant more rounds than theirs?
Do the pucca wallas get the jump on you?
You can eliminate your pain; feel good in your brain
It’ll be just fine
This brown and orange outfit will take your mind away
Gramya katha doesn’t stand a chance
All that is troublesome within your heart is practically destroyed
Do the leis of lift your spirits up?
Does maya ask how she can serve you waiting at your door with folded palms?
The gecko and I a bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and spin onto the main street to the hospital curve and over the creek to the tennis park and the redone road all the way to the corner to the reviewing stand from there to the triangle we take leave there and I hammer to the peddler’s ramp on to the bear and around the soccer pitch after the second time it’s the wharf road that takes me back to the long and winding where I bow once again to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the kalarupa pulls me back to the sandhya and all the devotees are so surprised to see that I make back in time.
Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari will appear in their lotus nails nightdress at mangalal arati.. Om paramahamsa thakura and I heard a noise so loud that I just had to go to the porch to see just what is the matter. When to my curious eyes should appear? But the kernel of divine love showing soo much mercy to a peer returning to the altar OPT and put the Deities in bed and turn out the light in anticipation of more .

While waiting in an airport a disciple of Gurudeva was traveling
I asked him where he was headed and told me
I’m headed to the arena of pure consciousness to see Nila, Aruna and Syama LIVE!
They’re wearing blue, pink and black with hyacinth leis mixed with snapdragons and rose petals
It was offered on vyasa puja celebration day I may not understand the deepest meaning but this life is for learning
The gecko and I bow as we pass the ratha-bhojana-vrksa on the way to the main street right there to the car park of an ethereal convenience store where a beast nearly ran us over. We stared that driver down and the driver tried back as we locked glances the driver motioned us on. Over the first highway to the whaler’s where across the street two peddlers were approaching with cranks at the top of the seat tube and twenty inches higher there they sat. Around the corner on the way to the reviewing stand through the triangle where we take leave. The sandhya awaits and the kalarupa is eating from a hundred dollar plate. Even the supreme personality of the state must sometimes come to take darsana
Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are taking rest early this evening while one devotee riding on a horse of a different color enters Marakata Mani puri talking like a pirate

Srila Gurudeva saved this life
That was headed nowhere
Maya almost had her claws in me didn’t she?
Srila Prabhupada whispered gayatri in my ear
Go to see Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari
In their velvet butterfly dress, darsana opens spiritual eye to see
With inner light reality distinguished from illusion
Petal leis among the butterflies sway freely
Free to dance in Mahaprabhu’s sankirtana
The gecko and I spin to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and bow our heads. On the main street there are peddlers out on errands in spite of the chilly wind. Over the first highway and through the harbor to the reviewing stand we go. The peddlers we meet are in big coats or thermal windbreakers and booties. Still from the teams to the singles they’re out. at the natasala we take leave I go on to the other harbor and see all the boats are out. Between the lakes there aren’t so many sufferers or geese. The windmill is on the left but it seems to be closed now. On to the wharf road with the soccer pitch on the left is empty today under the overpass there are a couple of students up to who knows what. The long and winding beckons me back and I fold my palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and pull the kalarupa to the sandhya who is anxious but happy to see us.
The baby blue is the every Monday nightdress. They swirl and sway in their evening pastimes that go on forever increasing in ecstacy.

This outfit has colors everywhere, peacock crowns on their hair
It’s ekadasi, this dress lets all the devotees know with every color in the rainbow
Mahaprabhu has red and blue
Gandharvika orange and indigo
Giridhari has the rest with his purple chodder with flowers of yellow
Leis of roses and gerbera daisies and the rainbow brings a message for all to hear
The gecko and I respect the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and on to the main street. It’s cold and windy and makes us pedal faster. Over the bridge crossing the first highway to the campa hatti. The whalers look on from the right and the triangle is empty today. Through the town where the monque is leaping on to the kutir of Om Paramahamsa Thakura. Circling the spinner’s church to the sufferer thakura and the natural bridge, On the way to Seymour’s museum. Back by the bhavanless mauli and the nava patra to the bay that looks over the mountain men’s ramp park but due the elements it’s empty. Around the trader’s and left at the corner on to the reviewing stand back through the triangle where we take leave the peddlers are more colorful here, one looks like a shopping cart person and another that has a whole shop hanging from him that one has feathers there goes one painted like a cat back to the drabber long and winding which only offers the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where I fold my palms and catch up with the kalarupa and we pedal on to the sandhya
Chinese silk red and creamy white and if you touch their lotus feet that’s the touch that kills. Once again they stay up a little late but it only drowns everyone in pools of happiness.

On the watercolor silk are flying by dragon flies
They take us to where the crowns that top the show
Are made at home with lots of love and flowers that overflow
Bengali Mahal Jadhu’s the name that will realize
How the hyacinth, narcissus and rose leis
Take it all the way back to the land of dedication
The gecko and I respect the ratha-bhojana-vrksa on our way to the main street. To the left is the lion’s park on to the campa hatti on to hook the point to the between the lakes to the harbor and natasala at the shop we take leave and I head for the sandhya dodging the raindrops.
On the soft bed of gold Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari take their evening rest in their yellow and gold dress from Nrsimha Caturdasi.l

He redefines cool, it’s his natural state
From the peacock’s school dance is his every gait
He’s never a let down even if he comes fashionably late
Saint Patrick’s day or Easter he’ll increase his devotees heart rate
Leis of petals and whole roses for the kali yuga pavana sasadhara
The gecko and I meet at the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and bow in accordance with SGM’s instruction. Hammering through the southland to the snob hill rattling into the village waking the tourists who’ve come out for a seaside weekend hoping to look at the waves and say “hey dude! Let’s party!” pointing to the hook around between the lakes to the harbor where the boats are out in the sun. The natasala is ready for the first show but the gecko and I spin on to the leaping monque on the way to the stars. Back around the traders around the corner to the reviewing stand at the triangle we take leave and the gecko returns to his shop and I for the sandhya. I pass the whalers and the clank of the aluminum bat field. At the campa hatti I turn to the hospital car park through the park to the hidden street that rejoins the main street. Past the market of los pugglos once again a second trip through the southland back onto the long and winding road. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees my folded palms and smiles while the kalarupa and I go side by side. I speak of the sticker I saw that says “I never thought I’d miss Nixon.”
A long rest leads to a late night in their deep within the far off jungle nightdress. White, rusty red and pale green make it quite a show from the Nrsimha Caturdasi some years ago. They engage in their pastimes with elegance and happiness.

Gurudeva adores San Jose, that remote place
That gave the teachings of Guru Maharaja a western world base
Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharva-Govindasundar with the peacocks that swooned as they went over Their heads embroidered on the backdrops and later were called into service on this new outfit.
Making this the oldest of all in a new dress.
Leis of light and fragrant yellow narcissus, daffodils and roses
Attracting all the noses to the saffron and tulasi on the lotus toeses
The gecko and I set out to bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and go out on a sprint to the southland around the auto repair back to main street on to Mahamuni’s post box. The compa hatti hill leads us to the left and on to the toad road. The toad himself comes out for a rare tour. On to the tennis park and then the redone road crossing over at the boardwalk bridge and down the pavement to where the stars rise in the morning. Circling the mountain men to the leaping monque and beyond to the trader’s around to the main street. At the corner we take leave the gecko to the shop and I pass the reviewing stand to the triangle. Making it through I pass the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. I pass the peddler’s ramp and go through the hospital car park and left at the techie store. Back again to the main street. One more time around the southland and darting across to the long and winding folding palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and picking up the kalarupa the teams have gone by, the errands were run and the fixed gears are turning at the lighthouse point the sufferer thakur blessed us with sun and pedaling weather and we come upon the sandhya.
After a nice long afternoon nap Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari stay up a bit late to engage in their pastimes with grace and happiness. Varying shades of purple deep to light that’s the story tonight.

Each time I come for darsana I don’t understand
Why you came in my time and in this strange land
What use is there for someone like me in your divine plan?
Just what do you think of the leis, roses, petals, tulips with leaves on top are these flowers the pick of the crop?
Mahaprabhu in pink in silver
Wearing a bangle with a superstar in the middle
The gecko and I bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and sprint to the main street. Around the southland to the snob hill through the village with a laugh and shout of the living cyclists along the beach where the tide is out and the sufferers are playing on the small rocks that are exposed by the low tide. Between the lakes the geese have returned and they honk as we pedal by. The natasala is quiet today and we take leave at the shop. I go on around the corner to the reviewing stand and through the triangle. I come down to the bear and cross the big road then back over to the navapatra. Circle around the soccer pitch to the wharf road while nodding to a team of recumbent peddlers under the bridge to the main street beating the light at the vacuum sellers around the southland once again then straight across the main street to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and fold my palms the kalarupa is there to pace me back to the sandhya .
Bhakta Blade is here this evening and as he holds Gandharvika’s belt up I think he’s going to put it on her as a chocker. He didn’t and of course they get to bed a little early good since tomorrow might be tight schedule

Let's go to where the Ganges flows
Pray to Gurudeva to take us to the land of divine love
Respectfully take the water
Barefoot devotees on the parkrama
We hope to hear Gurudeva calling us
His service connection keeps us all in focus
Come in for darsan of Mahaprabhu in his green chodder
Stock, roses, petals and leaves in the leis
Sue vasana on this Tuesday
But fixed in our memories is Mahaprabhu in his green chodder
The gecko and I bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and head into the southland. Back to the main street through the car park of the convenience store where some of the city's finest hang out with their feathers, shopping carts. Then crossing the bridge over the first highway. The campa hatti where once upon a time the devotees got all their flowers for leis left at the hospital over the creek and then right to the tennis park right again to the harbor and then the natasala where people are lining up for the first show we take leave the gecko to the shop and I to the peddler's ramp on to the bear then the wharf road takes me back to the main street and the long and winding a team comes down from the high side of the long and winding we salute as we pass and then I fold my palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where the kalarupa picks me up and we sprint to the sandhya
This evening the air seems a little warmer so Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are thinking to go out to dance in their Pralad-a-dad night dress

The young girl said the Deities should have an outfit that's yellow and red
Well maybe Mahaprabhu could be in mango
I replied I'd tell the seamstress about it 'cause a dress for Gaura Purnima is coming and the idea would make her happy.
The seamstress said yes they should get an outfit that's yellow and red
And Mahaprabhu's traditional color is mango.
I replied that the young girl would be so happy to hear her idea is coming
True so soon as the next holiday.
The leis of roses and a few petals and leaves make everyone smile
Like they were in the mood of a child
The gecko and I take off for the ratha-bhojana-vrksa to fold our palms and sprint on to the southland. Around there to the main street and on to the lion's park and the snob hill. Down the snob hill into the village where the tourists go it's all just a state of mind. Back around to the cement boat to the end of the public beach. About facing to the snob hill and the main street the long and winding is on the right and we take leave there, The gecko to his shop and I to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa to bow my head. The kalarupa pedals beside me and we chatter all the way into the sandhya.
They are wearing their baby blue, since west Bengal is the Radha desa this one is called baby blue. The jewelry and all didn't slow me down so they take rest at a reasonable hour and dance the night away.

The janmastami day is coming soon
A new dress being made in the sewing room
The colors of a football team
Krsna talking with his friends
One closes their eyes and pretends
to have been put to shame
Krsna takes the chance create a dream
He draws some dolphins playing games
Shows the limit of his cleverness
Leis of roses, jonquils and lilies in suspended animation
'cause the maker got last minute notification
the gecko and I offer our respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and sprint to the main street. The lion's park and the campa hatti where we go to the left to the opal cliffs pointing to the hook between the lakes to the redone road and on to the natasala at the shop we take leave and I spin on to the peddler's ramp over the creek and to the bear the wharf road as usual takes me back to the main street and the long and winding the kalarupa pulls me back to the sandhya.
in the ninth of the month of Kartik Guru Maharaja's appearance day was celebrated with this nightdress. Gandharvika's hair was choosy this evening and wanted lots of attention allowing them to stay up a little later. In the end of they took their rest.

It’s a whole new thing; mukut pieces make it a lot of wild
To this day the great society is afraid to speak of any sumanas child
Engaging one and all it’s our Guru’s dream
Relaxing viddhi marga no caste or type barred
Turning even the lowest milk into cream
Roses, narcissus and jonquils in the leis
This outfit is another that gets universal praise
the gecko and I respect the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and head to the southland we sprint along the main street to Mahamuni’s post office and then the lion’s park to the snob hill and descending into the village laughing all the way. Pointing to the hook all the way between the lakes. The redone road along to the natasala and the shop where we take leave continuing to the reviewing stand and through the triangle to the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot from there to the peddler’s ramp over the creek and on to the bear and the sandhya
and in the end the Deities put on their Hiranyakasipu night dress and keep warm on thiese chilly nights. They dance the night away.

It’s a whole new thing; mukut pieces make it a lot of wild
To this day the great society is afraid to speak of any sumanas child
Engaging one and all it’s our Guru’s dream
Relaxing viddhi marga no caste or type barred
Turning even the lowest milk into cream
Roses, narcissus and jonquils in the leis
This outfit is another that gets universal praise
the gecko and I respect the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and head to the southland we sprint along the main street to Mahamuni’s post office and then the lion’s park to the snob hill and descending into the village laughing all the way. Pointing to the hook all the way between the lakes. The redone road along to the natasala and the shop where we take leave continuing to the reviewing stand and through the triangle to the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot from there to the peddler’s ramp over the creek and on to the bear and the sandhya
and in the end the Deities put on their Hiranyakasipu night dress and keep warm on thiese chilly nights. They dance the night away.

It’s a whole new thing; mukut pieces make it a lot of wild
To this day the great society is afraid to speak of any sumanas child
Engaging one and all it’s our Guru’s dream
Relaxing viddhi marga no caste or type barred
Turning even the lowest milk into cream
Roses, narcissus and jonquils in the leis
This outfit is another that gets universal praise
the gecko and I respect the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and head to the southland we sprint along the main street to Mahamuni’s post office and then the lion’s park to the snob hill and descending into the village laughing all the way. Pointing to the hook all the way between the lakes. The redone road along to the natasala and the shop where we take leave continuing to the reviewing stand and through the triangle to the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot from there to the peddler’s ramp over the creek and on to the bear and the sandhya
and in the end the Deities put on their Hiranyakasipu night dress and keep warm on thiese chilly nights. They dance the night away.

It’s a whole new thing; mukut pieces make it a lot of wild
To this day the great society is afraid to speak of any sumanas child
Engaging one and all it’s our Guru’s dream
Relaxing viddhi marga no caste or type barred
Turning even the lowest milk into cream
Roses, narcissus and jonquils in the leis
This outfit is another that gets universal praise
the gecko and I respect the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and head to the southland we sprint along the main street to Mahamuni’s post office and then the lion’s park to the snob hill and descending into the village laughing all the way. Pointing to the hook all the way between the lakes. The redone road along to the natasala and the shop where we take leave continuing to the reviewing stand and through the triangle to the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot from there to the peddler’s ramp over the creek and on to the bear and the sandhya
and in the end the Deities put on their Hiranyakasipu night dress and keep warm on thiese chilly nights. They dance the night away.

The Bhagavat says he’s a dancing actor
Devotees came for darsana
At the seva asrama mandir
To surrender to the thakurs and count the outfit’s mirrors
The Bhagavat says he’s a dancing actor
If I believe it that’s my benefit
The seamstress and her support group make the best outfits in town
Then Murkapujari gives a name that usually turns the smile upside down
Yellow narcissus leis almost merge into Mahaprabhu and Giridhari’s kurtas
But pops right off Gandharvika’s veil.
The gecko and I meet up in the southland after offering respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. Left back onto the main street all the way to the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. Crawling through the triangle to the natasala. The shop is just ahead and at the corner we head for the reviewing stand. Back at the natasala we take leave. I hammer to the peddler’s ramp to the tennis park and between the lakes. The wharf road delivers me safely to the long and winding where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa stands in silence over and along the times the kalarupa has been chased back for the sandhya.
Deep within the far off jungle is the nightdress and Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari enjoy dancing all night long. Even though some might think they stay in bed..

Are you making the Deities a new dress?
For Guru Maharaja’s appearance
On the waning moon of Kartik’s day number nine
The water of his affection protects the sisya’s lotus
From the burning rays of the Krsna sun
Seamstress told me she was sewing elastic in the cuffs
Of deep forest green
Looking so elegantly fine
To worship their form is to become wise in the Vedas
Wisdom so pure and sublime
Roses, jonquils, petals, and leaves make the leis
Flowing in concert with the movements of their dancing through the maze
The gecko meets me at the ratha-bhojana-vrksa bowing our heads we sprint onto the main street. Crossing the bridge as usual and on to the whalers lots of tandems are out with the family. Taking the corner to the reviewing stand and back to the triangle we take leave and I go to the harbor the boats are still out. all along the windmill and on to the horse and where the sufferers go. Going straight along wharf road the soccer pitch is on my left an e bike is ahead and to my surprise I pass it on my was to the main street and the long and winding road. the ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees me fold my palms and I pick up the kalarupa on my chase to the sandhya.
To cross the river Krsna told his best devotees to say “Krsna is a brahmacari” as his best they did and the water parted, they were able to cross do their service return after feeding Durvasa Muni a large feast they parted the water by saying “Durvasa Muni didn’t eat anything.” Returning they lay down for a moment and then rose to engage in further night pastimes.

Now when I was back there in Pujari School
They taught us don’t become familiar with the Lord
Become familiar with the Lord.
Spending my days in Gurudeva’s asrama
He told me a story I thought for me impossible
In Puri the Lord comes out to ride on his chariot
Only one way to get him to travel
By lining the walk with fat cotton pillows.
Taking him from one pad to another
A crack so loud and the air fills with cotton
To get him to move sometimes they use language so rotten
Until he’s on his asana
Offering a new crown it didn’t fit right
A little too small and the string made it too tight
And it’s getting harder to put this new crown
On his head
I gave in and said, “Look Dude! You are going to wear this crown, and like it!”
Perhaps it pleased him for he allowed it to sit on his head nicely after that
Gandharvika-Giridhari’s leis were of leaves and roses with a tiny orchid or two mixed in. Mahaprabhu’s is of narcissus flowers.
Someone came with a lei asking for it to be put in Gandharvika’s hair
“Oh” thought I, “you are unaware of how much it took to get the crown to stay there” but she allowed me to place it without further trouble
the gecko and I take off for the the ratha-bhojana-vrksa in a sprint. Into the southland we went. Off to the post office of Mahamuni’s post box and then to the snob hill rattling to the market and rebounding in the village below the opal cliffs, the point of the hook and between the lakes we go the harbor has all boats out as we see ourselves go by to the natasala and the shop where we take our leave I return for the festival of Gaura Purnima one hundred eight wick lamp and one thousand eight flowers picked by the Om Paramahamsa Thakura.
Changing them to the lotus nails Bhakta Blade says they will change to night right? Yes I reply. The reversible cloth one way looks green and the other orange. It all depends on your angle of sight. In spite of the chill they dance all night and rest from the celebration day.

On Rodeo Gulch the scene was changing
Seva asrama had come and was replacing
Classic cars were the first to roll down the drive
Find their way to a new place and time
Back at the asrama arati’s starting late
Material life is gone
Die to live, it’s the way out of here, die to live, goes on at each moment
Die to live, the way to spiritual life!
Thakuras have their blue, silver and red on
Cook is in the kitchen transferring prasadam
Leis of snapdragons and roses dreams of a flower child
Murka’s sunglasses are looking pretty wild
And as the curtain open even the kernel of divine love smiles
Die to live, it’s the way out of here, die to live goes on each moment
Die to live, the way to spiritual life!
Respecting the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and on to the main street alone I spin across the bridge over the first highway. Passing the campa hatti I begin to sprint the go light at the field of the clank of the aluminum bat is changing to yellow so I increase to a complete hammer to beat the light and the gecko is already on the other side. As I cross he starts in alongside me. Together we sprint past the whalers. Slowing to a spin at the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot we go through the triangle. Round the corner and back to the reviewing stand making a right that puts the natasala on our left. Straight over the main street to the harbor we take the right once again between the lakes. People there are getting driftwood together for a fire later on. There are several peddlers out in the sunshine it seems like forever since it’s been here. Up to the windmill and beyond to the east cliffs where the cruisers are hanging out passing some several dog walkers and joggers and pickpockets. Hooking the point we take leave the gecko back to the shop and I to the wharf road with the soccer pitch on the right. The main street welcomes me taking me to the long and winding. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa watches quietly while I fold my palms and pull the kalarupa up to the sandhya.
Vamsi dasa babji is ready for the celebration tomorrow and enters Marakatamani Puri speaking like a pirate. The outfit for tonight the hot pink emerald green they take their rest excited by the big day to come tomorrow.

The peacock has come to teach dance again
To the Lord of our hearts
Who dances on the whorl of the lotus flower
Instructed by His dancing guru, Mayur
Gurudeva tells he’ll take us home if we follow him and not our minds
Yes, that’s the first test that’s how it all starts
The peacock has come to teach dance again
To the Lord of our hearts
Rose and rose petal leis round their necks
That sways and sometimes breaks up while they dance
Another member accompanies the gecko and me at least ‘till the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where we bow our heads. Then our pace is too much and the new member gets left behind. We go off to the wharf road all the way and point to the hook between the lakes. The redone road leads on to the shop where we take leave. I go on around to the reviewing stand and then the triangle. The peddler’s ramp to the bear and then back to the wharf road. The main street takes me to the long and winding. The ratha-bhojan-vrksa watches as I fold my palms and accept the company of the kalarupa. We pull up for the sandhya and blow the sank calling everybody in.
Holy places are everywhere and each has their own name. The devotees there are able to perform kirtana in an unbelievable way. So learn to work the kartalas playing with your own flare. East Bengal has the Radhadesa Monday night has Baby blue.

Dvapara Yuga winding down
Kali coming up Mahaprabhu drinking Ganga water from Sridhara’s broken cup
Nityananda Prabhu telling Krsna-Balarama that their time is done
“It’s pasture media time”
Roses, petals and gerbera daisies make the leis
Pink and white silk elegant and refined
“It’s pasture media time”
The gecko and I fold our palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa spinning to the main street. Cross the bridge over the first highway dusting the kids at the clank of the aluminum bat. The whalers look and holler “what was that?” Around the post office that sits on the triangle through that triangle past the shop and on to Saint Dagwood’s park. The monque is leaping and up the railroad bridge. Around Om Paramahamsa Thakura’s bhajana kutira. Down to the natural bridge and the sufferer thakura. He has a leis of his own today to go with his coat. Then we’re overlooking the mountain men and their loops. The monque leaps to see us back so soon. At the shop the gecko takes leave and I hammer to the campa hatti. Down to the tennis park and between the lakes. Around the windmill to the east cliffs where the recumbent troop is still on patrol. With the soccer pitch on my right I go on to the wharf road. Counting along on the main street making the right to the long and winding to the bowing at the ratha-bhojana-vriksa where the kalarupa hustles to keep up with me.
The creamy red silk from China provides the touch that kills. They dance all night long after lying down for that smallest of moments and getting back up for their evening pastimes.

On the Ekadasi day we’ll go to take
Darsana of Giridhari in his cape
for him we’ll beg, we will plead and tell the people
to please apply their logic to the mercy of Mahaprabhu
and promise if they do they will find it quite astonishing
Also Srimati Gandharvika is there wearing a sari of many ruffles that break the light in the colors on the body of the peacock.
Leis of jonquils and roses so fragrant and so perfect in both size and weight Guru Maharaja must surely know his instructions are being followed
The gecko and I got out to the main street after bowing to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and went on into the southland. We stopped at Mahamuni’s post box to see if either of the things he has ordered have arrived. On to the snob hill and into the village where the tourists go we laugh at the toffee nose who flips his green pen at us and sneers a little sneer. Up to the opal cliffs and see a fleet of recumbent peddlers coming toward us. We salute and they smile and ring their bells as they pass. Pointing to the hook we spin between the lakes and watch the sufferers collecting driftwood for fires later. The boats are out of the harbor and the natasala is ready for the second show of the day. We take leave as we do each day, the gecko to the shop and I to the sandhya, the last one before time springs ahead.
Since time is springing ahead this evening Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari dress quickly in their Hiranya Kasipu nightdress. Gold and yellow a very soft and comfortable dress.

Gandharvika once had a dream
A very wonderful dream it was
Of Giridhari going to reclaim his lost servants
As well as tasting the limits of her love
In his ecstasy he would jump high
Then next crash to the ground
“I just can’t accept that” is what she said
“I’ll cover you so you won’t feel the pain”
Now today Giridhari wears yellow and Gandharvika has traditional blue
They combine that way and wearing green is Sriman Mahaprabhu
Leis are of yellow jonquils fragrant and light even if they are fully round
Gandharvika once had a dream
A very wonderful dream it was
The gecko and I race past the ratha-bhojana-vrksa to get the derailleur fixed. Crossing the bridge over the first highway to the campa hatti. The whalers are there at the corner and they wave. Passing the post office and sneaking through the trectchorus triangle the shop is there and they fix it fast. The gecko and I take leave he stays and I hammer back for the vaikalika offering, Down the peddler’s ramp to the tennis park. Down hilling between t he lakes where a giant bon fire is already burning. Along to the east cliff where there are at least fifteen dog walkers and they all want me to stop so they can cross the street.
Deep within the far-off jungle is this evening’s nightdress. They are ready for rest and let me waste no time. By now they are dancing and dancing.