The moon has went dark again
With heart and halo snatched away
The remainder appeared today
Leis of asrama flowers sweet aroma
Light and fluffy play
Divine love has come to give itself to one and all
This is the special feature of the Iron Age
All along the long and winding rabbits keep the view while the gecko and I bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and sprint to the main street
Over the first highway and on to whalers through the triangle to Saint Dagwood’s park must have been 1000 pedestrians decorating their carriers for a parade and I don’t know if they even took notice of us pedaling by. Some looked like cats some like Mohawks others like floats of roses the gecko and I were happy but just couldn’t make that scene if you know what I mean. Circling the trader’s we headed for the corner and around to the reviewing stand. The Cruiser King had a crown on like he’d been to the park too. At the triangle we took leave and I went to the harbor and the gecko to the shop. Between the lakes the sufferers were there hoping for a weekend of waves. The soccer pitch is on the left as I make the wharf road. Under the highway there are a pair on a tandem that wink and wave. I have to hammer to the long and winding, fold my palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and drag the kalarupa to the sandhya
Wearing their yellow and gold silk nightdress, Hiranyakasipu, Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari takes rest on a soft bed decorated with the most transcendental flowers.
Come to dedication’s land take hold of Gurudeva’s hand
It isn’t far away and there the thakura’s all play on watercolor dragonflies.
The sight purifies our minds
Lets everybody find
Inner fulfillment!
Leis are late again, Giridhari taps his foot waiting, but they come and are so nice that it’s all-worthwhile and they overflow with loving devotion.
It’s a light and tumble journey from the asrama to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. Sickness has taken me pedaling where I can’t usually go. But today I meet the gecko and we head to the southland for the cyberspace highway. Making the exit we go on to the lion’s park and through the village. The hook points to the cruisers there with the suffering boards and we respectfully pass them. Between the lakes they are reliving the wavy weekend. We hit the redone road and find the other world tour is on it’s way to the natasala. Rounding the corner the Cruiser King has closed his doors I think he’s in a parade. At the triangle we take leave once again and I fly down the peddler’s ramp to the bear. At the wharf road I go to the left and on to the long and winding where I meet a child of God headed for the asrama. He sounds his buffalo horn and whips his beast to get there in time. I just pedal a little faster and hope that the sandhya will welcome me.
Guru Maharaja appeared in the ninth and this nightdress offered on that day is in the ninth. A quick dressing as they must have wanted to take rest early.
It was new outfit time once again
A suggestion was given to an illiterate fellow
The young girls said “Hey ms seamstress what will you make?
How about one that’s red and yellow?
Illiterate told the seamstress what he had heard
Ms seamstress looked through her cloth on hand
Enough was there to keep up with the strand
The young girls said “Hey ms seamstress what will you make?
How about one that’s red and yellow?
Not enough for Mahaprabhu or does he just prefer mango mellow?
SGM knows its true mango is the Mahaprabu’s color make it cello
The young girls said “Hey ms seamstress what will you make?
How about one that’s red and yellow?
When the curtain opened for the first time
It caused all the people to bellow
Hari bolo hari bolo
Today’s leis petals extending from the whole roses at the center
Made in exact and precise symmetry
Which is, so they say, beauty
From the asrama door to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa was a sprint
Where we bowed our heads as we went on to the southland and around to the main street over the first highway to the hospital curve to the toad road and on the parallel a left to the bear. The wharf leads on to the long an winding where we take leave today the gecko on to the shop and I fold my palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa once more and the kalarupa chimes in to remind me the hour is getting late. The sandhya is surprised to see me there with bells on.
It’s a world of names and Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari’s outfits are no exceptions, some call this one radhastami 2005 but I call it baby blue. This evening is another early one and so they dance into the night after lying down for a long moment.
This one was offered, my friend, two weeks from the day that never ends
Come on to the mandir come on to the mandir you just gotta see the Deities
And there around their necks are leis made of roses, stock and wild flowers
Mahaprabhu and Giridhari have toe ticklers while Gandharvika’s forms a heart
Silver mukuts and trim makes you want to see it again and again
You gotta see the Deities
Seamstress wants it to be known that the Radha’s sari is the color she chooses on her own
Bowing our heads at the ratha-bhojana-vrksa points the way to the cyber superhighway exiting back to the main street to the clank of the aluminum bat field left to the redone road where a fixed gear freak looks to be staring us down but is really just glaring at the beasts. The natasala has a show going on and the people are lined up out front. We take leave I go around to the triangle and the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot and on to the harbor. The boats are coming in as the sun is going down. A team of little peddlers stops the traffic between the lakes where the sufferers are huddled around a bon fire to fight off the cold. The wharf road takes me back to the main street where another fixed gear freak is making his turn on to the wharf road that I’m leaving. We salute and go on I to the long and winding where the ratha-bhojana-vrksas is watching as I fold my palms and the kalarupa follows me to the the sandhya while the fixed gear freak goes on to the soccer pitch. The sandhya welcomes me in and the horn blows.
Bhakta Blade gets an early start. Since Pralad-a-dad is the nightdress and Mahaprabhu had mango orange this morning he thinks that he’s already got Mahaprabhu in his nightclothes. A few seconds go by and he understands that the dress is still to be changed. All along Bhakta Blade doesn’t know what dress it is. He doesn’t know about the veil or what name it is. How can he be made into a divine slave?