Dandavat we present ourselves before the Thakuras
So beautiful it leaves us short of breath
Wearing “Diet Olive” one of Guru Maharaja’s favorite sutras
a scrabble game mistake should have said “die to live”
his prescription for getting free from here
his penetration brings us new light touches something deep inside
stirs a rush of dedication to our future prospect
“A man is judged by his ideals” listening for the perfect conclusions
Next we see the leis roses and lilies with giant sunflowers in the centers
“Sunshine Gurudeva! Deliver the entire world Gurudeva!’
Gecko and I sprint all the way over the first highway to the whalers. There are fixed gear freaks coming to show their superiority and cruisers out just for the fun of it. A group of recumbent peddlers are coming from the opposite direction. Through the treacherous triangle to the redone road right between the lakes were the sufferers are waiting for the sun. the east beach has joggers and sufferers changing into wetsuits. The wharf road keeps the soccer pitch on the left and the long and winding watching me fold my palms and sprint on to the sandhya
To cross the river Yamuna Giridhari told the gopis to say “Krsna is a brahmacari” they did and the waters parted. Since Giridhari is mostly in orange this evening that is one the names of this outfit. Like all good brahmacaris he took rest a little early this evening.

Though the patterns were quite clear
Should be no need for fear
Still the dhotis both were backward and the sari was too short
Had to change the clothes, rearrange the clothes
to make them fit right
perhaps English is to weird
doesn’t sound right to his ear
have to add some more cloth for it to come out right
change the clothes, rearrange the clothes
to make them fit right
from the chodders round their necks to the sari’s front pleats
can’t you please come help the seamstress no one else can take your place
have to change the clothes, rearrange the clothes
to make them fit right
leis different for each personality one of petals one of full roses and one of leaves and a few full roses.
Gecko and I are off again to visit the village of cyber land. Along the way there is a guy with feathers on his helmet that look like either a chief or a Mohawk. Well there are those that see Gecko and I as strange too. Along the point of the hook the cruisers take center stage with their boards attached. Between the lakes are the geese honking at all who pass. The nataslala has the second show about to start and the people are lining up again. Leave is taken at the shop. I go on around the corner and through the triangle. The redone road is full due to the “rush” hour. I take the right and come upon the windmill. The wharf road leads me to the long and winding where the rathabhojana-vrksa lwaits for me to fold my palms and sprint for the sandhya.
In the forest there are m any creatures that look upon the divine couple with love. When the human-like devotees pass in the depth of separation they inquire “O deer dough! Have you seen Krsna?” tonights dress was offered on Radhastami once when that passage was being read.

We see you are beautiful Thakuras
And we know Mahaprabhu has come with his ecstatic love
Gurudeva wants us to take you home
To the seva asrama farm
oh yeah, dressed in heavenly cloud blue, silver and red trim
urvasi
their installation was the biggest event ever seen
Gurudeva told us to focus our minds not waste any more of our precious time
Why, not to do that would be a crime!
So we celebrate today and they wear their dress called urvasi
two sets of leis one of flowers from the land the other of roses
So carefully planned, effulgence of bottlebrush and green fern shine
Now go on from tomorrow and ‘till the end of time
Gecko and I go off in search of the highway and cross over the first one where a team of tandems are in front. By the whalers they’re behind. The treacherous triangle is a ruff go but with the skills of a messenger it’s conquered. Around the traders and through the park where there are a group of merchants selling their wares. Back around to the redone road and the harbor. Between the lakes are sufferers wandering aimlessly like a sign saying “beware of maya”. Taking leave there the windmill is dark and the beach road is full of people jogging and carrying on. A team is going by on the other side with purple and green jerseys. The wharf road takes me back to the long and winding where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa still waits to see me fold my palms. The sandhya and the celebration call a hammer from me. One of the folks “jacks my backpack “ to lighten my load so I make it on time
Bhakta blade and I take a long time to remove all the flowers and effulgence but some how Pralad-a-dad, the nightdress, takes charge and Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari take rest after their busy day.

‘twas in the age of quarrel Mahaprabhu appeared
showing hari nama sankirtan to take us out of here
come along Gurudeva said, I’ll give you the shelter of the name
working as a register jockey in the king’s mall
when one day on lunch an agent sounded the clarion call
come along, he said, Gurudeva will give you the shelter of the name
one day stopped in to an asrama by the bay
Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari in copper, blue and white
crowned by a silk turban with asrama land flower leis
I offered up my existence, bowing before the Lord
Begging for divine prema
Come along Gurudeva said, I’ll give you the shelter of the name
Gecko and I salute the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and hammer to the spacey highway where on met sawhorse muni who warbles with a ruby throat.
After some playing there on to the campa hatti around to the hook of the point with the cruisers. HA! Through them like nothing between the lakes to the natasala and the shop where leave is taken he to the shop me to the asrama via the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. The windmill is half way open while the play is gong on.. at the long and winding the ratha-bhojana-vrksa is ready to watch me fold my palms and sprint all the way home to the sandhya
The baby blue dress is the Monday night outfit. Giridihari wound disappear in the heavenly cloud so he has the white. They swirl and dance all night long. Mahaprabhu has a cummerbund and chodder to go along with Gandharvika’s veil and choli. Enjoyment is their business.

When the Deities are dressed in Madhuvrata
You know the moon is in amyavasya
That the Bhagavat Purana will guide the planet
Mahaprabhu will make divine love available to all
This is the blessing of the kali yuga
Though religious principles are on the wane
Just a little truthfulness is left
Only hari nama sankirtana will bring the minds true liberation
Amyavasya
“These leis make the dress look beautiful” the maker says. They’re of roses mostly with some petals and leaves.
Madhuvrata, Madhuvrata
Gecko and I sprint to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where we bow and continue to the superhighway. Meeting people there for talking and hearing getting off a quick trip back and then to the whalers and the treacherous triangle. Around Saint Dagwood’s park on the way to the museum and the great blue whale. Many peddlers are out celebrating the holiday weekend. Between the lakes the sufferers have put down their boards and are playing volleyball. A line of joggers are going along by the beach talking, laughing and singing out loud. The long and winding returns and Gecko takes leave to his shop while I swing by the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and fold my palms. The sandhya is cheering me on and just before the tag can be applied I slide in.
This one was made from the remnants of what they wore on September 11 another angle for in the ninth. Even though it’s a re-craft Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari go on enjoying like anything.

It started about nine years ago on Guru Maharaja’s vyasa puja
In the last year of the nineteen hundreds
I left my calendar in the closet thinking that it was better to leave it there than to carry it around with me everywhere.
That night I took rest and didn’t really wake up the next morning ‘till I got a call from the seamstress. She said “I found a calendar in the closet in your handwriting” I told her “That’s right I left my calendar there”
She wanted to come and ask me a question. I thought there were a couple of possibilities one was, and I didn’t really expect it, that was that she could have told me this was the greatest most organized thing she’d ever seen. That wasn’t very likely and I didn’t expect it and the other one was that she could have got on my case for leaving things in the closet ever again. But when she came down she immediately slapped the cuffs on me. She told me that I should never be so bold as to name another outfit. “But seamstress” I don’t know how I can know what they’re going to wear the next day without a calendar” She answered “shut up kid
Leis of various hues Giridhari’s wrapping around the tribanga to his ankle
Gecko and I sprint even to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and on to the main street over the first highway down past the campa hatti, field of the aluminum bat, the whalers and the treacherous triangle. Around the corner to the reviewing stand The redone road goes past the harbor where the boats are out. Several recumbent peddlers are out for the sunshine. There’s one with a flag over the back wheel another has the meep meep on his handlebar. There are signs around the windmill but it still looks closed. A fleet of single speed freaks is going the opposite direction of Gecko and I. Salutes are exchanged. The wharf road leads on to the main street once again. The long and winding comes and brings leave Gecko goes on to his shop and I to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and fold my palms. Hammering to the sandhya where the ceremony is about to begin.
Deep within the far off jungle is tonight’s dress. White with olive and red stripes with flowers on the belts it’s a chilly evening and they enjoy their pastimes of the night inside.
Presenting ourselves for the Lord’s service with fresh tilak, and clean dhotis and saris.
The curtain opens and for darsana seeing quiet happily with divinely inspired eyes.
All devotees smile as they view the flowers that pop from the dark blue background,
Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari
Gurudeva’s boat appears on the shore just to take us away
Climb in the boat tied by his merciful rope and we’ll be gone
Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari
Follow along to the afternoon darsana to see hyacinth leis hang round their necks of purple and rose
The shank blows and the kirtan begins slowly for
Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari.
Gecko and I head to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and there is a deed raccoon by the side of the road. passing that on the way to the southland we traverse the superhighway till the exit puts Gecko and I down. Form there it’s off to the beach to watch the sufferers. Cruiser types are everywhere some dressed in full winter gear while others are down to fighting weight. The natasala has a show called fuel.
Hiranya kasipu is the nightdress and they’re in the mood to dance the night away

In the temple room during Tulasi circumambulation
Swamis conferred to place everything just right
Light so bright it took black shades
where the shadows hid from parvat
at seven o’clock devotees cue for darsana
thakuras appear in mint, purple and silver
leis so artistic, delicate and creative
from flowers picked from the asrama land
Gecko and I spin around the southland on to the snob hill descending into the village laughing as we pass beneath the train on to see the sea. The cruisers are hanging out at the corner. As usual Gecko leads me past with ease. Between the lakes I’m showing the way past the geese all the way to the redone road. The natasala is showing a band of local heroes. At the shop I take my leave and pass the harbor where the boats have come in due to the chill in the air. Passing the windmill on the way to the soccer pitch. On the wharf road a couple of joggers offers to fill my water bottle but I decline. The long and winding brings me past the ratha-bhojana-vrksa while I fold my palms and turn it on to avoid the tag of the sandhya.
Bhakta Blade quickly helps Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari into their “a lion on the chase” nightdress Gandharvika’s earrings fox him though but he has the last laugh and sneaks past the drowsy rats on the way back up the porch.

So many fantastic colors
Mahaprabhu, Giridhari and Gandharvika each has a different one
Mahaprabhu in fuchsia and blue
Giridhari like old school days purple and gold purple and gold
We’ll put Clifty out in the cold yeah rah Jefferson
Isn’t funny how the orange of Gandharvika’s sari refuses to rhyme
no matter how many couplets in whatever rhythm or measured in time
leis of roses picked late at night by ninja pickers, faster than the speed of mind brought back so many that even Giridhari’s flute had a leis
Respect the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and hammer to the main street where Gecko waits. Off to the left to the post office looking at all the pretty people in the lion’s park up the campa hatti left there and under the first highway to the toad road passing the soccer pitch along the way. The wharf road delivers me to the long and winding. Sprinting the rest of the way past the ratha-bhojana-vrksa with folded palms. On back to the asrama as the time draweth near.
Lotus nails weapon of choice of Nrsimhadeva for his fight. Look at the thread in a different way and it’s easy to say it’s orange they are squaring the circle in order to fit every body in for their nocturnal pastimes

With a lion in the house
and the moon hidden by an eclipse
people had went to bathe and chant hari nama
it was the Gaura Purnima
for today’s ratna i took the simply way around
time was approaching for the madyakalana offering
leis were arriving one by one. Wild roses, lilies with donations of hyacinthas
forming the artistic chain;
Gecko and I come together under the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and bow our heads in respect as Gurudeva told us to. The highway of space beckons so I follow. All along there are people to talk to and adventures to be had. Exiting at Mahamuni’s post box laughing into the village. Pointing to the hook where a passel of recumbent peddlers are congregating. Gecko and I weave in and out between the lakes on to the harbor. The natasala has people lining up for the second show. At the shop Gecko takes his leave and I swing by the reviewing stand where the cruiser king himself watches. The triangle calls me through and I take the free opportunity to hammer all the way to the tennis park. Right on the toad road the basketball park is on the left ahead is the soccer pitch. Left on to wharf road back to the long and winding. Ratha-bhojana-vrksa greets me and I raise my arms and cry out “Gaura premanandi” as I pick up speed to the asrama to slide under the tag of the sandhya. Everyone is in as the shank blows and the ceremony begins.
Bhakta Blade is out celebrating his 17th while the devotee rides a horse of a different color into Marakata Mani Puri talking like a pirate. Belts offered for Gaura Purnima gain some “sporting choice” points tonight and as the mangala arati curtain opens seeing them even the seamstress smilesSri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are now beginning their night pastimes.

We’re going up for darsana please come along
SP is waiting for the time he can frolic in the pasture with Giridhari
Pink and white with silver looks like a sundae parfait
We’re going up for darsana please come along
Prabhu bring your mrdanga by Guru’s grace we might get to leave the mundane plane
for it’s like a child’s game and he’ll teach us not to play
we’re going where the water is amrta
every step is a dance and all talk is song
the leis are made of flowers that weep in ecstasy
roses that scatter on the ground
Gecko and I bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and enter the information super to speak to friends around the world. The exit leads past the post box of Mahamuni through the village to where the sufferers go. The hook of the point has cruisers sauntering along but Gecko and I don’t have the time for it’s getting near sandhya and there is much to pedal for. At the natasala leave is taken and I go through the triangle on to the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. The harbor’s boats are out trying to beat the heat and the tennis park is empty for the shoes are melting into the court. The toad is fanning himself and can’t muster the energy to pedal along. There is another peddler with his ride looking like a beat doctor from the prohibition days. It’s pedal to worship day and the sandhya is ready. The long and winding takes me past the ratha-bhojana-vrksa again folding my palms as usual and hammering all the way to the boarder where the residents of the asrama are gathered in for the ceremony is about to begin
Hiranyakasipu, the nightdress this evening. Gold and yellow silk soft and comfortable. Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari take rest a little early on this warm night. Lying down for a moment they engage in graceful pastimes happily.
As the velvet curtain opened
Thakuras wore a dress named for a lady on a ship
Devotees were dancing and singing
As they saw how they were dressed
Leis of fragrant roses and some sumanas flowers added in
Brought an ecstatic high
As the velvet curtain opened
Thakuras wore a dress named for a lady on a ship
Gecko and I met up in search of the highway of information. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa received my respect happily. Off along the main street to the lion’s park and on to the campa hatti hill down to the point of the hook where the cruisers go between the lakes the geese honked. At the shop leave was taken I went to the triangle and on to the peddler’s ramp and said “hey” to the bear. Wharf road brought me back to the long and winding where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees my folded palms with joy. The sandhya is happy to see me make it on time.
The touch that kills our desire for fruitive activity in this world is the night dress for this evening just seeing them dressed in their Chinese silk embroidered with roses does just that.
Taking the dust of their footprints seeing their dress covered in peacock feathers lying prostrate before the altar fence.
Giridhari’s sequin-rimmed chodder tied to Gandharvika’s veil
Catches all eyes making them dance and swoon
Rose leis of purple and yellow swinging rhythmically with each of their movements enjoying like anything
Gecko and I meet up under the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and sprint to the main street. Around the southland on to the highway in space coming off at lion’s park through the village pointing to the hook. Smelling the ozone of the fresh spring rain going between the lakes the sufferers huddle together to keep warm.
At the natasala leave is taken. Around to the reviewing stand to the harbor where the boats are in the tennis park is on the right while I hammer to the left to see the bear and get to the wharf road. A team goes by like I wasn’t there. On the long and winding I come to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa folding my palms. The kalarupa is back to take me to the sandhya and help me slide in just under the tag.
Ah yes baby blue. The foggy evening’s nightdress goes on quickly and they prepare to dance the night away.

Darsana of Gandharvika and her eyes are always moving
Gurudeva says she’s become a west coast resident
service that begins long before dawn
but all day long she’ll be there with bells on
go out at night to pick flowers for the leis
with the sky so dark no one will know your name
take the big petal roses aromatic as mysore candan
day after day she’ll be there with bells on
the spacey highway is taking so much attention after the ratha-bhojana-vrksa is bowed to that Gecko and I wonder if ever get off even though the exit comes for the whaler’s and around the trader’s through Saint Dagwood’s park. Take leave at the corner I around the reviewing stand and Gecko to the shop. Through the triangle past the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot and on to the peddler’s ramp greeting the bear. The wharf road takes me to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa one more time to fold my palms and chase the sandhya.
It’s a miracle Mom. That’s the name of the nightdress tonight. A gold sequin peacock on Gandharvika’s palo keeps watch. Silver leme pants for Giridhari with a mauve, pink purple chodder with similar color trim. Mahaprabhu is full on purple.
In a dream last night, high dream it was
worth remembering because
Rathayatra festival and Mahaprabhu’s ecstatic dance
held Jagannatha deva along with his servants in a trance
of amazement standing still in silent observance
he crashed to the ground and their lives became feeble
to save him from pain one covered his body with their own luster
and in this dress the yellow and blue have come together as green
leis of roses and hyacinth such a fragrance
they came together with color and elegance
Gecko and I bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and onto spacey highway to the campa hatti and the point of the hook as pedal to work week comes to an end. The peddlers are out in force today showing the solidarity of a movement. Colorful costumes and innovative routes at the shop it’s time to leave to get back for the sandhya
So it’s down the peddler’s ramp to the bear and the wharf road. The long and winding takes me directly to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and I sprint to asrama where the ceremony is about to begin
Deep within the far off jungle, the nightdress is white with little stripes of red and some olive. It’s a clear night and they decide to stay in to dance throughout the night.

“This is Sue ‘Nila Vasana” I told Bhakta Blade
“BLUE??? I thought it’s purple!” he replied
there’ll come a time when things that appear so very plain
will make us all look again
searching through everyone’s opinion truth only understood
after using the eyes the seamstress commands we should
and taking our asana
at the lotus feet of Sue ‘Nila Vasana
Leis of fluffy not heavy roses picked while they sleep
Gecko and I sprint to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa bow our heads and pray that Gurudeva is satisfied with us all. On the highway of the final frontier who should be walking there and come near? Why it’s Mahamuni! “Don’t miss your exit,” he says. It comes along the village laughing all the way through to the point of the hook. At path between the lakes several beasts pass by breathing hard and close. It won’t phase the progress of the peddlers from the asrama. The basketball park is on the right and the toad is on the left. He comes to join the line as it rounds the harbor. The natasala is ready for the next show and leave it taken. Gecko to the shop and i to the main street weaving among the beasts to the long and winding the coast is clear and I take the left to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa that is so relieved to see me fold my palms. “I thought you were dead” did I just hear a tree speak? It’s been long enough it’s time I got to the sandhya or at least the ratri kalina.
Pralad-a-dad is the nightdress. It was Bhakta Blade’s turn to have an experience with a rat. Near the visarjunia patras one jumped out to take him by surprise. “You jinxed me!” he proclaims to me. All the while Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari go on enjoying like anything.
Many times heard of the divine love
Guru’s grace has shown the way to bhaktimarg
Saints and rsis composed many slokas and sutras
Where it is revealed the limit of cleverness
Big rose leis again today. “We went on a rampage,” the leis maker told me of her and a friend who collect them last night. “I even went to the extreme of making a smaller leis,” I told her that I’d think of something to do with it. For that Sri Venu now has a leu today!
The spacey highway called again today and Gecko and I met to respect ratha-bhojana-vrksa just before entering. Showing some pictures and talking with friends found there the exit came up soon. Around to the campa hatti hill left to the point of the hook between the lakes the geese and sufferers are holding down the fort. The natasala is waiting a couple of days for the next show. At the shop Gecko takes leave and I go on through the tretchorus triangle to the harbor where the boats are. The tennis park is on the right. Toad road sees many errand peddlers and casual ones too. The navapatra is also on the right as is the soccer pitch. Left on the wharf road to the long and winding ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees my folded palms and smiles. Sandhya calls me to sprint the rest of the way to the asrama just to slide in under the tag.
O deer dough is the nightdress. A drizzle is falling outside so the Thakuras are staying in and dancing all night long. No close encounters this evening and Bhakta Blade is far away in his bhajan kutir.

We’re Americans now we’ve come from India into your town
We’ve become Americans now
The seamstress and cooks are from this land along with the pujari
It’s a natural fact
Two of those three makes us feel good, alright so we’ve taken our seats on the simhaasana Syama, Nila, and Aruna LIVE in the arena of the pure consciousness spotlight
Roses, daisies, orchids, leaves and wild flowers in the leis today fluffy not stuffy they are glorified by the beauty of Syama, Nila, and Aruna LIVE in the arena of the pure consciousness.
Once again the cyber highway called the gecko and I after we passed the ratha-bhojana-vrksa bowing in respect. There was a traffic jam on the highway today so it took longer. The exit came up and back to the lion’s park and the campa hatti. All the way to the point of the hook where the fixed gear freaks were waiting for a challenge. They decided this was it and so they took off in pursuit. At one go light they jumped ahead and thought it was over but gecko and I brought down the hammer and over took them at the natasala where gecko took leave for the shop. I went on the triangle via the reviewing stand. Down the peddler’s ramp to the bear and beyond the trader Around to the soccer pitch where I made the left on to the big road One of the folks saw me and said I looked too serious and moved to fast. Watching the sufferers on their boards for a minute or two and on to the wharf road. The long and winding took me past the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where I fold my palms and head in for the sandhya.
Bhakta Blade helps the Thakuras in to their nightdress, riding on a horse of a different color entering Markatamani puri talking like a pirate. Bhakta blade took the long way home but got there all the same.
Mahaprabhu’s mercy is looking for you
Wants to sweep you off your feet
Make you want to tell everyone you meet
of Sri Caitanya Mahaprahu, the golden avatar
Gurudeva has come so far
To teach us who we are
Remove the ahankara
Lets go for darsana of Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari
In pink, white and silver superstar
Leis of roses and leaves from the farmer’s market via donation
The highway calls again after the ratha-bhojana-vrksa has been respected and gecko and I have crossed the main street. Around and around to the wharf road and the trader’s on to the bear back to the main street that meets the long and winding where I fold my palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and return for Madhya-kalana arati. Repeat and this time through the lot of the migrant workers return in time for vaikalika bhoga offering and waking. One more time to the wharf road and on to the point of the hook where the recumbent riders are king today. The natasala is there waiting for next week when there will be shows three or four days. Taking leave gecko to the shop and I to the peddler’s ramp the trader takes me to the wharf road and on to the long and winding the ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees my folded palms and says go on past while the sandhya awaits. With everybody in the horn blows as the ceremony begins.
Under the waxing moon the lotus nails appear and Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari take rest a little later tonight they could dance all night.
Gurudeva has away to go back homeward
He has come to take the lost servants home
Come for darsana and swooning peacocks fill your eyes
Takes consciousness to the spiritual sky
The oldest of all has become part of a new dress
A lealthy life Mahaprabhu has brought
Leis of asrama flowers augmented by a few donations from the florists
Gecko and I respect the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and fly away to the southland. We come back to the main street over the first highway to the curve. The tennis park is on the left but gecko and I take the right to the natasala, which is dark till next week. Taking leave at the shop I go on to the harbor where the boats are in. between the lakes the geese honk at me. The windmill is closed for good now. A good old fixed gear freak is giving me the chance to chase him and keep my speed up.
Vraja was kissing santa claus and I saw them. The purple nightdress along with orange. Mahaprabhu has a dhoti white.
The white, smoky blue and purple are an old Friday dress
Miss America your favorite one, Srila Gurudeva, we need his mercy
We can’t over come material nature on our own
“These are the last fragrant flowers from my yard,” the leis maker told me
then came the lion’s birthday, in the days of yore performers wore “tear away jerseys” Giridhari’s kirta is covered with stones that began falling off at first touch. Yantra puri. Hyacinth leis are even better than before!
Gecko and I pedaled by the ratha-bhojana vrksa with our heads bowed. On to the highway of space Exiting at the lion’s park and laughing through the village around the hook of the point to the natasala taking leave there hammering back to the asrama for the celebration.
The seamstress was a bit disappointed to find out that one Nrsimha caturdasi outfit would be changed for another that is yantra puri would yield to the nightdress deep within the far off jungle. But that’s what happened and they were glad to call it a day and then dance all night.
The Avadhuta has cheated me! He told me that the Ganges is the Yamuna! Oh no sir in this dress the gold and silver flow together! So you are on the Yamuna side while remaining under the white rabbit here in Nadiya! “This dress is very elegant” Mahamuni exclaimed to the seamstress. She was surprised, still wishing that murka had left them in the yantra puri.
Gecko and I meet up under the shade of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and pray that we don’t get swallowed again
Out on the main street over the first highway to the whaler’s and around the triangle. Circling Saint Dagwood’s park and returning to the reviewing stand. Once again through the triangle where we take leave the harbor has the boats all out but I’m on my way to the sandhya At the ratha-bhojana-vrksa I fold my palms and sprint all the way to the asrama
Taking rest on the soft bed the Deities are wearing their yellow and gold nightdress ready to engage in their night pastimes
Flew into California from Navadvipa with Gurudeva’s entourage it was an ecstatic flight
Getting this dress ready for the holiday the seamstress stayed up half the night
Some the outfit looks like it came from Russia’s tsar
The style might come from that Eastern Europe bazaar
Come and hear it shout “I shall not fight” and let the bow slip from his arm
Gandharvika wears her hood onto the field of the highest bhajan and a leis of hyacinth and roses with fragrance that call the lord home
Gecko and I salute the ratha-bhojana-vrksa on our way to the highway. The exit comes up and we cross over the first highway. Taking the left at the hospital curve right to the tennis park. the harbor with it’s boats to the corner that leads on to the reviewing stand where leave is taken, through the triangle to the peddler’s ramp the bear greets me and at the wharf road I go left and sprint all the way to the main street. Gently spinning to the long and winding where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees me fold my palms while becoming intense on the sandhya
And in the ninth Guru Maharaja appeared to invite us to dedication’s land. This nightdress celebrated that so many years ago. Quickly they dressed and prepared for the night’s adventure.
“We know what color the next outfit should be”
So sing the children of the seva asrama
“Mango, yellow trimmed in red”
I sang it to the seamstress and she agreed
So sang the children of the seva asrama
“ratna made by the one sold out to the beautiful lotus”
so sing of the children of the seva asrama
“leis to day of roses picked while they slept
those are big leis!” exclaimed one “Yes! Fluffy not heavy!”
so sang the children of the seva asrama
Gecko and I take off in a sprint past the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and onto the spacey highway. Where to get off no one knows. Over the first highway to the whaler’s and beyond to the triangle the corner comes and throws peddlers to the reviewing stand. Leave is taken there on to the harbor and between the lakes. The windmill still stands vacant. There’s a gang that’s over the hill and the soccer pitch comes on the left. The wharf road takes me to the long and winding where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees my palms come together. Hammering hammering on to the sandhya making it just under the tag.
Giridhari in white and it looks so right while Mahaprabhu and Gandharvika have baby blue. Engaged in late night pastimes we can’t see
All we can do is hope that one day maya will set us free

At guru maharaja’s appearance time this dress brings a different take
Deep in the forest green where there are leaves like prisms that show the Deities outfits in colors seen only with eyes you’ve not been granted yet
Seamstress goes to sit in the sewing room where she may beg, plead and argue with her logic that the names I give the outfits are too complicated and are way to wild
Leis of roses and petals coming in just before the afternoon nap
Passing the ratha-bhojana-vrksa with bowed heads the gecko and I cross to the southland and the secret entrance to the cyber highway. Soon exit 1402 comes along and gecko and I laugh all the way through the village to the point of the hook. Between the lakes the sufferers are missing. The natasala has a presentation of role models. We take our leave at the shop. Around the corner the reviewing stand is waiting for me to pass. The triangle is dangerous cause of the beasts and pedestrians. The redone road takes me back to the toad rood and the toad himself joins me all the way to the wharf road. The long and winding finds the ratha-bhojana-vrksa waiting for my folded palms. The sandhya is looking at his watch and thinks i’ve forgotten him.
Oh white silk is so creamy just as smooth as milk and when it’s embroidered with roses that are the touch that kills.
Have you seen the stars today? Have you looked at all? They’re on Giridhari’s cape and the front pleat of his dhoti.
While Mahaprabhu has a different belt for his bright orange pair of pants and Gandharvika’s peacocks dance in trance of her carved ivory necklace and deep red earrings.
Leis of the rose and petal combination of the thrilling day light and fine hugging the curves of their bodies.
The drizzle is relentless today even though we’ve offered our respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and found our way to the cyber highway. Once again exit 41 comes to lead us over the first highway to the clank of the aluminum bat. The whaler’s are inside but we keep on around to the corner and the triangle where we take leave once again. I head to the harbor and see that the windmill’s signs are gone and it’s dark inside. The wharf road takes me to the long and winding. On the way one of the folks is at the campa hatti but cannot hear my call of “Gaura Premanandi” but the ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees my folded palms and the sandhya is amazed that I’m back so soon.
Should a blue god wear white? Well since the blue of this nightdress is so close to Giridhari’s skin tone yes he should!

A three-rider posse pulled up on the banks of the bay
Offering darsana in pink and green clothes this Wednesday
Calling everyone to join in their association through divine serving mode
On to the higher plane they rode.
Leis of big flowers with some kind of aroma
leading some to go on a roma
Gecko and I sped past the ratha-bhojana-vrksa with heads bowed crossing the main street we found the entrance to the cyber highway venturing around a few exits we found our way clear and came down by the village where tourists were trying to absorb the sunshine breaking though the gloom and preceding the weekend storm. A team went by in full regalia. They are fast and furious and gecko and I laugh to see their intensity. Spinning between the lakes and on to the natasala a no show. Through the triangle to the peddler’s ramp where we take leave. Gecko back to the shop and I past the bear on to the wharf road At a go light I pull myself to the center to allow one of the beasts to make the right this beast is a bull and seems to waiting to pounce in case I’m thinking of running the light then it snorts and makes the turn green comes and I sprint to the wharf At the long and winding I fold palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa hammering all the way to the sandhya I’m in with bells on
Giridhari had left the arena so those there began searching and asking all they saw they came upon some locals with the question “O deer dough, have you seen Krsna?” with this being read care was taken to spell each word for clarity the dress was named and they danced the rest of the night with great happiness.
Though your soul’s bound by the modes
You can escape to the supreme abode
If you can some how come to the asrama
You can share the divine love
change your life
Rearrange your life by seeing
the thakuras in Diet Olive
from the villages in Gauda to the
skyscrapers in Gotham
if you come to the asrama you can share in the divine love
change your life
rearrange your life by seeing
the thakuras in Diet Olive
leis of wild flowers from the land where dedication flows
they come all the way down to the thakuras toes
dodging bunnies on the way to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa
where we bow our heads. Sprinting with the team to the southland and taking the entrance to the cyber highway. Once again at the exit to the lion’s park we go on up to the campa hatti hill. Left to the point of the hook where the single gear freaks are revving up but with our cassettes we thunder by and see the sufferers between the lakes waiting to get back out there. The natasala is ready for the show tomorrow and we swing by the shop where I take leave around the corner to the reviewing stand. The triangle temps me but I get through and head down the peddler’s ramp chasing one of the team and nearly catching him. Right at the light to the tennis park and beyond the windmill is vacant now and I go to the light where I can pedal along the beach seeing all the lonely sufferers. The shop here is closed a sign that the sandhya will be waiting. The long and winding welcomes me from the main street. I fold my palms and hammer all the way to the asrama under the tag I blow my horn and call everyone in saying the ceremony is about to begin
A lion on the chase is the nightdress. Green and purple with Giridhari’s coat floating on the breeze Gandharvika is watching happily while Mahaprabhu takes a seat on the right side. They dance and kirtan all night long with the sounds of raindrops coming in
Now talk about the smooth dancing actor
with mirrors psychedelic smiles, moons and stars
yellow for Giridhari purple dhoti of Mahaprabhu
Gandharvika has a purple sari with yellow swirls and purple choli too
Hearing about the brahma muhurta flower harvester
She took them from her own yard
Made the leis with the aromatic roses and bunches of “candy tuft” the camellias would just turn brown too soon
Offer them for the arati picked by the light of the moon
Picked by the light of the moon
The rain came and the gecko and I headed into the land of the classics with one JSB as interrupted by IA. we came upon a local foxhunter that had some rather strange taste but was quite entertaining. On the right was an empty cafe probably due to the hail and rain. We hope this rain lasts only a day and with the trainer to help us perhaps it will. Or we’ll have to ask “when will the sun smile and make it light?” The team caught up to us eventually and the ride went on forever as if pedaling an infinity of good old time wool jerseys just in time for us to be breaking for the sandhya on a rainy day here at the asrama.
Deep within the far off jungle, the nightdress With the wind and rain that seems to be way out of line. Dressing quickly this evening they are ready once again for their pastimes of the night.
It comes along on Saturday
Just before the festival
You know the cooks make ghee
And on top of the butter there’s always foam
Salted unsalted organic or commercial
On top of the stove or in the oven
And on top of the butter there’s always foam
You see two leis of petals
Or Gandharvika’s big fat whole flower one
Swinging along with Thakura’s dancing
Flashes of color against their dress
And there’s always foam on butter
Spinning past the ratha-bhojana-vrksa offering respect
On the way to the highway seeing a few friends out there on the way to the exit past Mahamuni’s post box to the campa hatti down to the hook of the point where the gloomy afternoon kept the sufferers on the sand near the bon fires. People gathered around the natasala for the show and to watch the gecko take leave to the shop I see the reviewing stand where the king is in his element. The triangle is quiet as I sneak through to the harbor and connect to the windmill. The wharf road takes me to the long and winding where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees me fold my palms and the sandhya welcomes me back
After the overcast of the day Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari dress in their Hiranyakasipu nightdress in early fashion and took rest in a soft bed with yellow and gold silk.