Coming to the asrama in brahma muhurta, the end of the night
I got the feeling the timing was right
Kirtan was going and the devotees were dancing, ms. Vikrama says I just can’t lie,
Through the door I saw the curtain open I saw it with divya eyes
Thakuras wear peacock feathers I know you believe me
Kirtan was going and driving pugala
So I went to Gurudeva to ask what had he done
He says son you’re going the right way
Continue the kirtan each day
Soon chanting and dancing is all that you’ll do
Thakuras wear peacock feathers and I know you believe me
Leis of petals and “sumanas flowers” effort easy to see
The highway of information had a small road block for Gecko and I still some friends were there to meet. Around to the creek and the village laughing all the way. Cruisers are lining the beach where the sufferers go. Between the lakes are more sufferers who are getting ready for the evening temperature drop by starting their bon fires. Around to the natasala where Gecko takes his leave and I go back to the ramp and keeping the tennis park on my left I come up to the windmill. The breeze is strong enough to keep it rotating. Around the soccer pitch that is also on the left Wharf road takes me to the long and winding where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees my folded palms with joy.The sandhya is also happy to se me come to rest just in front of the ceremony.
Tonight they’re wearing baby blue. The call east Bengal the Radha-desa, a name for the winners in the world as the divine couple takes rest.

As we continue to hear this tale,
The tale of the thakura’s outfit’s
This one came several Janmastamis ago
Named for a women on the head of a ship
The captain saw her one night
skirt she was wearing was a little short
like this one seamstress made for Gandharvika
and as she danced in the dark
this dress came to be called cutty sark
leis of roses and purple trumpet flowers
another bush was bulldozed in a strange hour
gecko and I set out for the paradise that was paved to grow silicon chips
from the main street to the old road. Through the foot hills where the beasts would pass close by. Many of the trees are in full bloom now so it looks like a different trail. The heat makes me thankful for the shade. Walking part of the creek trail and pedaling the other part with the mountain men who laugh since I don’t have suspension. But the roadies dust them easily and remind them that long after their mountain machines are pushing up daisies the roadies will still be there. The heat deludes Gecko and I so rather than the asrama it’s the rascal crustaceous museum that welcomes the two roadies. Memory serves and the park comes to the rescue. Keeping the shark tank on the left offering flowers to the unknown horsemen the asrama is in sight now. The devotees greet us and are amazed that the roadies made it through the heat.
The trumpet awarded only one contrast point for Gandharvika’s jewelry as Om paramahamsa thakura dressed her in her Hiranya Kasipu nightdress. They wait for me to put them into their beds nacite nacite.
Pale green and silver with purple accent oh what’s in a name?
This outfit has kept it’s fame
It’s certainly funny, y’all know why
Some devotees want to name this dress after a sunny sky
Leis of orchids and roses too
Wouldn’t want to miss the cue
They extend almost to their feet
aroma makes the devotees think them sweet
it’s certainly funny, y’all know why
some devotees want to name this dress after a sunny sky
just a jaunt to the highway of information Gecko and I cross the main street into the southland want to see the panoramic view
coming down at the lion’s park and on to the campa hatii Through the village and along the beach where the sufferers are catching the last waves of the day. The fog will soon obscure their way. It comes off the ocean on it’s little paws and soon has everything in it’s jaws. I see one pedaler in the distance with the sound of a fowl and can tell he’s a fixed gear freak. Passing him my thought is confirmed. Then there’s the couple on a tricycle tandem once more. Back past the bear and the wharf road takes me to the long and winding where I take leave and bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. Kalarupa lets me know I’m in good time and chats along the way to the sandhya.
the weekend has been lovely dhupa and dipa, and still schedules to reach wearing their touch that kills nightdress it’s time to put the Thakuras to sleep, another time to put the Thakuras to sleep.

One-day friends gathered in a sacred place
Began talk that caused one to hide their face
and while the friend was feeling some “distress”
the jester to his pen and drew dolphins on their chest
to display the limit of cleverness
leis of fluffy roses smiled and looked on
but didn’t say a word.
“do they all have lapis lazuli?”
“Yes but the roses obscure Giridhari’s”
As Gecko and I entered the spacey highway we saw el Siddhamuni hiding in the weeds camouflage on. Meeting with friends and who to wandering eyes should appear but Mahamuni himself! “Fancy meeting you here” is said together. “Do you wear J.C. Waterwalkers?” “well not if they’re made of leather.” “How might you avoid that pox so vile?” “right now I’m doing some kind of plastic crocodiles” A couple of weeks ago there was a sighting of a rat and now he wants to bring a cat” “Good, but it must be pure and simple and trained not to come in the temple”
It came time to say good-bye and Gecko and I began to fly. El Siddhamuni carefully emerged from the camouflage and weeds he started east but veered to the west. Gecko and I went around the motorcycle shops and foreign cars to the lion’s park to see the stars. Campa hatti to the left and through the village the cruisers are between the lakes and the harbor has about half it’s boats in due to the midweek, chill and dark. Gecko takes leave at the shop and I sneak through the treacherous triangle. The whalers are on the left and they sing out as I pass. I hear an aluminum bat clank on the field. Over the first highway I feel like it might be getting late and so I hammer to the long and winding. I have slow to a spin past the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and have the kalarupa pull me along to the ceremony that’s about to begin. In the end the Kernel of Divine love pulls out his bass and chasing each other around a tree we turn into a pool of melted butter.
Looking out the back door some deer are grazing. This evening “o deer dough have you seen Krsna?” is the nightdress’ name. Mahaprabhu’s short kirta and dancing skirt are a little hard to put on him but not a complete bear. Giridhari has his much fuller coat to go with Gandharvika’s flower belt and satin veil. The rest well this evening after their busy day.
Going to the kitchen before the break of day
make the Deities a milk sweet
and hope they’ll want to eat
after mangala arati when the bathing’s done
come to the altar and help them put their Diet Olive on
Leis of rose petals along with smaller flowers
people come for darsana and get mesmerized for hours
happy that one day when this life is done
they are able to remember the Deities with their Diet Olive on
over the first highway and past the whalers who are still singing. At the post office a beast nicely let me pass but the recumbent pedaler behind me shouts at the beast. Wild. Leave at the shop by Gecko but I went on to the nava patra. Circling Saint Dagwood’s park to the corner and around to the reviewing stand. Past the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. The tennis park is on the right. The toad road takes me to the wharf road. Left there on to the long and winding. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees me and sends the sandhya to collect me and get me there on time. The shank blows and the people enter to see the ceremony begin.
A miracle mom, the nightdress that was made so fast especially for the seamstress that it was hard to believe. Purple and gold with the cloud cover they may sneak out for dancing.
Mrdangas beating faster
Kirtan’s getting hot
People of the village wonder if it will ever stop
I’m no brahmana you know that’s right
Guru Maharaja was born just about midnight
Fell head over heels for Mahaprabhu
Demigods disguised as people
Ghosts take the form of cats
Brother stationed at the door to put a stop to that
Guru Maharaja was born just about midnight
Fell head over heels for Mahaprabhu
Thakur’s bodies beautify the ornaments they wear
Leis round their necks perfume the air
Stock and orchids floating without a care
Guru Maharaja was born just about midnight
Fell head over heels for Mahaprabhu
Gecko and I take off for a program at Om Paramahamsa Thakura’s bhajan kutir. Sprinting past the campa hatti, clank of the aluminum bat, the whalers, and through the treacherous triangle. On the beach hill I pass another pedaler who then came back and looked over at me “What happened old man?” “I don’t know” I answered. Then he told me “go ahead” it made me wonder since I dusted him well after that. On from the kutir to the sufferer thakura, the spinner’s church and back past the leaping monque. Gecko takes leave at his shop and I break for the harbor. Between the lakes the geese honk and the sufferers cross the road. the windmill stands to watch and the soccer pitch is on the left. From the wharf road to the long and winding I hammer to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa folding my palms and taking the kalarupa with me. The sandhya is happy to see me on time.
Deep within the far off jungle is the nightdress tonight. They are determined to stay up late. The parama anna burnt twice but third time was the charm. All this time running between the altar and the kitchen and keeping them together later they happily jumped into their beds.

The night Mahaprabhu was born a lion was in the sky
People were bathing in the holy river ‘cause of the eclipse of the sun
Chanting the name of Lord two devotees were dancing
but no one in the river was sure why
A jotish said that the lion was also in the birth time
a great personality was about to arrive making the sankirtan chime
leis of petals and full roses to their knees
a sight to see to set your eyes free
the spacey highway had some friends to greet Gecko and I. Hari katha came up ‘till we got off at the Mahamuni post box. Up the campa hatti and through the village along the beach. Fixed gear folks are there to challenge the roadies but the roadies are a little stronger. I take leave at the corner and pass the reviewing stand and on through the triangle. The bear says “hey” and I pass beside. Toad has joined me again today. The wharf road comes up and leave is taken once again. I on to the long and winding whlle toad goes back to the gym. a celebration is happening for the holiday. The devotees are chanting, dancing and loosing material conception as the sandhya welcomes me back and I begin.
Prahlad a dad is the nightdress. From Nrsimhacaturdasi of course. Comfortably made for taking their rest but durable enough to stand up to any kind of dance they might get into.

Dark moon in June
Raises our seva zeal
The separation that you feel
when your meditation becomes real
Celebration of Bhaktivinoda Thakura and Gadadhara Pandit
Both departed now and still by gurudeva’s grace
It’s their high teachings we are taught
in the net of their mercy we are caught
Leis of petals and “sumanas” flowers
offering just one on Mahaprabhu’s lotus feet
draws the greatest krpa shower
Gecko and I correct a problem by visiting the highway of information. Taking the exit at the creek pedaling on to the beach where the sufferers are. An informal team practice goes by on the right dusting the cruisers as the approach. Between the lakes several are trying to beat the heat by coming to the beach. Natasala is dark and leave is taken at the shop. I take the corner and back to the peddler’s ramp. The tennis park is on the left and the windmill comes out of the fog and spins. On the right is the soccer pitch and wharf road is ahead. Which means the long and winding with the ratha-bhojana-vrksa to fold my palms to. A program is going on this evening so I have to hammer all the way from happy valley to the asrama and the ceremony that begins as soon as I sound the shank.
East Bengal is called Radhadesa, this nightdress was offered for Radhastami. It goes on easy with Giridhari and Gandharvika have earrings specific for this outfit and as the new moon begins is waxing they take rest in great happiness.

Guru Maharaja, an angel from Goloka came down in Navadvipa
Said take my hand I’ll lift your consciousness to the highest plane
Follow the angels, fly through the parivoyoma
Follow the angels they’ll take us all back home
Mahaprabhu and Gandharvika are dressed in green
Yellow chodder and sash for Mahaprabhu
Gandharivka wears a yellow choli
Yellow with green trim and belt for Giridhari
Leis of petals and full roses onederful, twoderful, threederful!
So much devotion needed to make such leis
Follow the angels, fly through the parivoyma
Follow the angels they take us all back home
The spacey highway beckoned today and Gecko and I answered. The friends there laughed with me and shared their jokes and news too.
Exiting at the campa hatti. Along the toad road beasts kept the view. The toad came along for the first time in a long time. The tennis court is on the left and the harbor comes along. The natasala is waiting for another week to the next show. Gecko takes leave at the shop and toad and I continue through the treacherous triangle. Where the redone road turns to pass between the lakes toad takes leave too and I carry on. There is a side-by-side tandem ahead. The couple waves as I pass. A fleet of mopeds are crossing the other direction and they speed on without seeing the roadie. Someone on a beast yells out passing me. I just sprint on to make the sandhya, I still have to make the long and winding. The rotha-bhojana-vrksa watches me fold my palms. All the way to the asrama I see the forms of Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari nacharae amar mana. And the sandhya shouts “Gaura Prema” as I jog into the asrama.
They just seem to want to dance all night. Here in the 9th another outfit from Guru Maharaja’s appearance day. This one was offered as a night dress soft and good for taking rest.

Time just what has become of me?
Spent so much in the association of devotees
if only I could some how please
as I take darsana of the Deities
even though the arati was fashionably late
there was a good reason
dressed in purple for the Easter season
funny how the professor told his students
Gaura Purnima is our Saint Patrick's Day
Deities get mum and rose leis
From various bushes along the maker's way
Gecko and I are in a rush to the spacey highway from the long and winding to the southland. Several beasts are passing on the left. Four or five are there at the light before crossing. Off the exit comes the Soquel creek and the campa hatti. The point of the hook has many cruisers looking for action. By the natasala a team goes by in full regalia. Leave is taken there and I take the peddler's ramp to the wharf road with the soccer pitch on my right. Back to the long and winding and the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. I fold my palms and hammer to the sandhya. Alas the kernel of divine love isn't there this evening. All off on the hari Nama. Still the ceremony is about to begin as I blow the shank.
Deep within the far off jungle tonight's dress. Cloth from devotees here and further south. Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvkia-Giridhari dress quickly to get ready for their pastimes of joy and happiness.

Time just what has become of me?
Spent so much in the association of devotees
if only I could some how please
as I take darsana of the Deities
even though the arati was fashionably late
there was a good reason
dressed in purple for the Easter season
funny how the professor told his students
Gaura Purnima is our Saint Patrick’s Day
Deities get mum and rose leis
From various bushes along the maker’s way
Gecko and I are in a rush to the spacey highway from the long and winding to the southland. Several beasts are passing on the left. Four or five are there at the light before crossing. Off the exit comes the Soquel creek and the campa hatti. The point of the hook has many cruisers looking for action. By the natasala a team goes by in full regalia. Leave is taken there and I take the peddler’s ramp to the wharf road with the soccer pitch on my right. Back to the long and winding and the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. I fold my palms and hammer to the sandhya. Alas the kernel of divine love isn’t there this evening. All off on the hari Nama. Still the ceremony is about to begin as I blow the shank.
Deep within the far off jungle tonight’s dress. Cloth from devotees here and further south. Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvkia-Giridhari dress quickly to get ready for their pastimes of joy and happiness.

Some years ago, Giridhari’s dhoti was made gold
all the colors of the rainbow, the Queen in days of old.
Offered for Guru Maharaja’s vyasa puja
Siddhanta was dispensed there.
Leis of purple stock, pink roses and white and orange lilies
Symmetry is beauty no it’s not silly, Prabhupada said so really
Gecko and I take off for Saint Dagwood’s park by spinning down the long and winding and bowing to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa first then making a right onto the main street. Crossing the first highway to the campa hatti. The whalers are watching the passing cyclists. Through the treacherous triangle with ease past the corner and around the park leave is taken at the shop, I go through the harbor where all the boats are out. Several sufferers are in the water trying to escape the heat. Windmill has been dark for months now. At the entrance to the cyber highway sits el siddhamuni with his camouflage on like a soldier in the field. After a short visit with the friends I might find there I turn myself back to the long and winding and fold my palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. Looking up it looks like I might be late so I hammer to the sandhya the kernel of divine love greets me with a key jaya! and just as the bell rings I blow the horn signaling that the ceremony has begun.
Dressing himself in orange Giridhari says if I want to cross the river I only need remember his advice to his highest devotees, repeat “Krsna is a brahmacari” and the river will part. They are dancing late into the starry starry night.

Taking darsana today Gaura hari!
Nila, Aruna, and Syama LIVE in the arena of pure consciousness
1008 contrast points for the backdrop, cummerbund and Giridhari’s necklace
assessed for the beads the long, short and the tall
Bhakta Blade tallied them all
His calculations on display in the prasadam hall
It will turn your frown up side down
Leis of petals and roses today such a notion
Showing the zenith of devotion
Mind’s ear hearing malai vaisnava tosani vaisnava tosani
best thing one can do simply the best that one can do
staying calm during darsana is so hard for crying out loud
for crying out loud
return to the shop sprinting all along the long and winding to the main street and over the first highway. The campa hatti boasts gardenias for only a handful of small conch shells. Picking up my rig Gecko and I take off for the mountain man’s park along the boardwalk. Few are there leaping and curling over the new ramps. So it’s on to the natural bridge where the sea gulls fly and soon their friends the lions all drop by. Circumambulating the spinner’s church to the water treatment plant there is a recreational peddler with birthday candles on her helmet. “Be well” Gecko shouts and I chime in with “ may you be forever young!” Dreaming past the inn and on to the corner where the cruiser king waits. The treacherous triangle is full and takes a long wait to pass through by then leave is taken and I continue on to talk with the bear. El Siddhamuni heads for the asrama but doesn’t see me wave. Bowing to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa a fancy dancer blinks taillights as he passes and I just laughs and the sandhya welcomes me back.
Om Paramahamsa Thakura invites the babaji into the Marakatamani Puri who is riding on a horse of a different color even though he is talking like a pirate. Tired from their late night dancing they take rest early on this cloudy night. It seems like they may not want to go out and dance by the light of the moon.
“Gurudeva’s service is the way out of here,” said the temple president’s class “at least that’s my belief, otherwise how can anyone get relief”
all around the seva asrama, neighbors have a view of all the people who come and go and the barefoot servants too.
Meanwhile on the altar the conch shell blew thakuras in the aruna hara posse rides again this is the outfit the seamstress thought of when the plans for these mukuts were drew
Mahaprabhu and Gandharvika have leis of dahlias that sparkle in the light, made beautiful by Their touch. Giridhari’s lei is made of flowers so glad so glad so glad with roses too.
Gecko and I are off in search of the spacey highway from the long and winding. Crossing the main street around the southland. Friends on the highway are getting a chuckle over a “test”. It’s a cool afternoon by the lion’s park. The tourists in the village are happy about it. The sufferers are still thanking their wet suits. Cruisers are on the point all the way to the place between the lakes. The natasala has another show lined up for the people doing the same. Leave is taken and I take the corner back to the triangle to the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. The harbor sees the boats coming in and I keep the tennis park on my right. The bear is glad to see that I’m still pedaling. The wharf road gets me back to the long and winding. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa watches in silence as I fold my palms and hammer to the sandhya and to pick flowers for the ceremony about to begin.
This evening they seem to want to stay up again. Wearing the lotus nails Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari dance away in another nightdress made for Nrsimhacaturdasi soft and supple all the better for taking rest and enjoying night pastimes.

Silver and gold the seamstress bringing them together in a unique style all her own
My full moon madness friend won’t make me uneasy, no my friend you see it’s only a white rabbit.
His mercy makes us glad; we go to the Math and worship his feet
Do you still remember your life before? But Gurudeva came and saved us, made our Gaura consciousness bloom like madness that spring
Full rose leis packed together tightly so no string will come shinning through
Russian rose are the most fragrant so many take the prasadam upon their heads
All around the cyber highway Gecko and I are chasing friends hoping for a conversation or at least a letter. Round by Mahamuni’s post box and then Soquel creek. The village invites and Gecko and I are there seeing all the pretty people who think they’ve got it made. All along the wharf to the hook where the cruisers like to hang between the lakes are lots of sufferers and geese that compete for space on the sand. The natasala is quiet again tonight. Several electric peddlers are meeting where a hog farm used to be. Over the beach hill to the kutir of Bhakta Blade Seymour’s museum is closed but the great blue whale is happy to see someone came. Circling the natural bridge on the way to the corner where Gecko takes his leave and I go to the peddler’s ramp to visit the bear. He and I talk of how much I really need. The wharf road is calling me back to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where the kalarupa chases me up to the sandhya and another ceremony of joy and happiness.
Creamy red with roses embroidered, smooth as silk safe as milk just remember Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari in this nightdress and all material desires will fall away the longer and stronger meditation the more they’ll be destroyed. Above that the Thakuras dance the night away
Most interesting thing is Gandharvika’s hood
You could see but it’s just for the pujari’s eyes
So you can’t
Comes to a point with a tassel to tickle her back
Some say this is the Russian outfit
If you could see the hood you’d know
But it’s just for the pujari’s eyes
So you can’t
The capes rise on the breeze of their dance
Leis of petals appear that Mahaprabhu’s is longest
But that’s just for the pujari’s eyes
So you don’t know
Gecko and I sprint to the main street to try to make the nama hatta at Om Paramahamsa Thakura’s kutir. Over the first highway past the whalers through the treacherous triangle to Saint Dagwood’s park beach hill comes next. Right to the kutir and arriving it’s been changed to Wednesday. Joining the cyber highway by the grace of Bhakta Blade getting off at the exit of the mountain man’s ramps. For the longest time thee hasn’t been a visit to the sufferer thakura yet today he’s called for a darsana. He’s been cleaned and has a fresh lei. No wonder he called for a darsana. Leave is taken at the shop and I go down the peddler’s ramp. The bear is happy. The wharf road leads me shinning to the long and winding and the sandhya’s time declare.
Late night as Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari dance into the night by candle light in their nightdress called baby blue.

Vakresvara Pandit’s appearance day
With I’m a sumanas child
Demigods shower flowers
On the gold and blue
Vakresvara Pandit’s appearance day
With another wing we’d fly
with the akasa puspas in the sky
love above power
taught by our teacher who knows.
Leis of roses, dahlias and seeing eye flowers
picked downtown between the office towers
outfit made around the mukuts and trim
cold turned the vests to kirtas proper and prim
Vakresvara Pandit’s appearance day
Gecko and I are sprinting to the main street and the hospital curve. Over Rodeo creek to the tennis park and the natasala where the show is about to begin Around the corner to the reviewing stand through the triangle and to the harbor Between the lakes where there are plenty sufferers basking in the sun the windmill is vacant along the over the hill road the beach has people walking jogging and playing there are peddlers all along a brigade of folding bikes are headed for a bus stop but Gecko and I keep on to the wharf road at the long and winding he takes leave and I head to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and on to the sandhya that begins with the blowing of the sank
Hiranya Kasipu is the nightdress. From Nrsimhacaturdasi it’s soft gold and yellow silk with gold trim makes it good for the night’s rest. They dance, beat drums and shower flowers all through the night.

The risis say he’s a smooth dancing actor
A blue flower pushed over his left ear
To believe it is my benefit
Every step’s a dance in his home
He’s a smooth dancing actor
And a jotish told a friend in his last life he was maharaja of Jaipur
The illusion he weaves is as good as gold
With his flute in his jeweled hands he charms millions of cupids
he speaks in riddles while the cowgirls listen
“you shouldn’t be out here in the dead of night
just go on home”
with wild rose leis he’s dancing behind the velvet curtain
inviting all to leave the maya zone
straight to the spacey highway but there is so much traffic on the main street that Gecko and I make the right and then a u turn to find the in trance a new follower there and then off to the egg sit. The hook has sufferers galore enjoying the waves like anything. Between the lakes the geese honk and the sufferers party. Rivers of a lost coast are at the natasala. Leave is taken after the trader is circled. I go through the triangle and past the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. The tennis park is on the right and the toad road takes me home to the place I belong, folding my palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa on the long and winding road. The ceremony begins after trying to convince the private to go and collect the kernel of divine love.
Helping Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari into their deep within the far off jungle nightdress a gentle rain begins to fall. Signaling a successful day. Gandharvika’s nose jewel plays a trick and hides for a time but is ultimately found just before the light goes out.

When it was time for the seamstress to present herself for darsana
“Gandharvika’s belt is just perfect for this outfit.” The light was bent in shades of deep forest green, black and silvery grey by the flowers and vines embroidered on Giridhari’s chodder.
Mahaprabhu’s lace neckline framed by the autumn colored beads filling eyes with attraction and desire for service to them
Leis of petals a work of love so much care taken to produce.
Gecko and I start off for the main street with all respect for the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. Sprinting beyond the whalers to the corner. Circling the trader’s and back to the triangle where leave is taken. The cyber friends are calling and I answer in fun. On to the lion’s park the city’s finest are there. Campa hatti is pointing me to the hook. On the big road I take a right to the wharf. Main Street returns me to the long and winding where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa likes my folded palms. The kalarupa takes me up to the sandhya. Surprised at my punctuality all gather in to hear the sank drive away everything inauspicious.
A quiet night while the lion on the chase nightdress is put on. Gandharvika’s valiance and Giridhari’s coat flow together in their pastimes for this evening.

The difference between the puckawalla and our gang
Puckawalla he talks a good game, what’s true is true
But he just doesn’t know what to do
Our gang invites “come take some ‘haribol jal’ on this sumo wrestler day
Listen to the rug-rat-village children play
there’s haribol jal on this sumo wrestler day
Puckawala’s worried if the offering’s just a little late
And he’s looking to avoid our nonsense talk
Sunny afternoon and his cell phone is ringing
As us crazy riksawallas go drifting by
There’s haribol jal on a sumo wrestler day
Malawallas are dreaming of a better life
Where leis are of gardenias donated freely by the campa hatti’s wife
Better than the roses of todays that have slipped down the string
Gecko and I head off to see the spacey highway and one of the conductors asks, “Are you hiding?” “Yes” is the reply “well come on in!”
Seeing friends there looking at the clock there is time to play. Taking the exit at Soquel creek down into the village where the tourists are visiting the shops for souvenirs. Up to the path along the beach pointing to the hook where the cruisers go. The harbor is empty and the natasala is waiting till Friday for the next show. Turn the corner to the cruiser king and then to the treacherous triangle where leave is taken. Back between the lakes and the sufferers are huddled around bon fires in the cool of the evening.
The windmill is very dark. Spinning along to the soccer pitch finding the wharf road empty I sprint to make the main street. “Wow look at that taxi” I shout ahead to Gecko, “it has flags on the bull horns on the hood” “Wild” he replies with a laugh. The long and winding takes me to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa to fold my palms and he to the shop. Hammering I make it in just in time to speak with Bhakta Blade who is picking flowers for the ceremony that’s about to begin.
“Whoa” Bhakta Blade says as I come in for the evening dressing. “I thought you were el Siddhamuni. He was just talking to me and you came in so silently when I looked around I thought he had come in” “that would be a shock wouldn’t it?” I asked. “I saw a few ‘O deer does’ this evening” Bhakta Blade says as the Deities get into that nightdress. “they were in the compost.” “yes I saw some down in the back forty. A doe and her fawn” “That’s what you call a baby deer!” he says. “I thought it was “dawn” but you said “fawn” and I knew that was right” by now the clock has struck the hour and the Thakuras get into bed as I wipe the floor and sing an evening song.

Cooler than sandalwood, man alive
Giridhari’s finest potency and that’s no jive
Sue ‘nila Sue ‘nila vasana
Giridhari’s yellow dhoti and purple chodder
Mahaprabhu with green chodder and sash to match
Embroidered kirta and mango colored pants
Sue “nila Sue ‘nila vasana
Rose petal leis with sunflower bursts
Little lilies also to quench parched eye’s thirst
Gecko and I take off for the shop to pick up my rig for today six turns out to be nine. Sprinting to the main street respecting ratha-bhojana-vrksa crossing the first highway chattering all the way. When the campa hatti comes conversation goes to “did you see that guy’s helmet?” it had wings on it and he wore a mask of a skull. On along past the whalers and the post office through the treacherous triangle arriving at the shop getting the rig and off again around the corner to the reviewing stand where cruiser king is watching. Leave is taken there and I go to the peddler’s ramp past the bear. Right on the big road and left to the southland to visit the spacey highway. Across the main street I fold my palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and hammer to the sandhya. There are no loka says one, “only the three loka I admire most” I shoot back and the first laughs.
From Nrsimhacaturdasi comes Pralad-a-dad the nightdress for tonight. It’s a quick and quiet one and they perform their pastimes with grace and happiness. Gandharvika’s paneled skirt floats and dips to the rhythm of their dancing.

Darsana of the thakura will free your mind
From ordinary rhyme
To play among the lotuses and dragon flies.
Harinama sankirtana acts like Bengali Mahal Jadhu
Around them the effulgent glow
Sometimes overflow
With aromatic flowers
Hang on to Gurudeva’s lotus feet if you want to go
Harinama sankirtana acts like Bengali Mahal Jadhu
So let’s not waste time thinking of ordinary things
You know misery is all that can bring
Hang on to Gurudeva’s lotus feet if you want to go
Harinama sankirtana acts like Bengali Mahal Jadhu
Gecko and I head off again for the spacey highway. Bowing to respect the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and then sprinting on to the main street. Over the first highway and passing one of the campa hattis and the whalers. The way through the treacherous triangle goes past a post office down past the corner keeping Saint Dagwood’s park on the right. The leaping monque waves ‘hello’ to the passing peddlers. Crossing the bridge over railroad track. Taking a left to swing by Bhakta Blade’s bhajana kutir. Seymour’s museum is closed due to the hour but the blue whale is there to greet the visitors. Leave is taken at the shop and I see a clock and understand I’ll have to hammer to make it back to the long and winding. So without stopping to talk with the bear I head on to the wharf road. There are peddlers out all along the way cruisers slow the pace when beasts are on the left. When they have passed then I continue weaving in and out of them till I’m folding my palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and spin along to the asrama.
On the ninth day of the waning moon of Kartik this outfit was offered. Guru Maharaja’s appearance day and Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari celebrated with this nightdress a few years ago. They gracefully dance the night way with happiness.
Those who make the Thakura’s clothes
must surely know
which colors go
on each day or be able to show
an acceptable reason
but those of younger years
don’t have the fears
the elders are bound by
please help them through your youth
and suggest a combination for a new outfit,
please speak the truth
‘cause what you say is what they’ll design
trust me it will be just fine
Gecko and I set off to his shop today for my rig needs tuning.
Bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa sprint to the main street pass the hospital curve and go through the triangle via the post box. From the shop i climb on behind Gecko all the back to the asrama. On a backup rig once again respect the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. Around the southland past Mahamuni’s post box on the way to the village laughing, along the beach to point of the hook and the big road. the soccer pitch is on the right while the wharf road comes up to take me back to the long and winding. Hammering hard back to the sandhya. a festival is about to begin so I have to get ready quick and call the faithful to hear the joyous chanting of the names.
When I put Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari in bed at night I leave them some keela khir to drink all night long. It will refresh them during their night pastimes. They call East Bengal the Radha desa, this dress is called baby blue.

Time for the yuga avatar is coming up slowly
Pure love of Godhead hasn’t been given in so long
When you taste the ecstatic joy you may crash to earth
And I can’t stand it
We’ll come together and I’ll cover you
Bhava and luster will save your pain
Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari
Leis down to their knees, flowers in suspended animation
petals will fall in the breeze
We’ll come together and I’ll cover you
Sri Giridhari in a yellow dhoti traditional color so true
Srimati Gandharvika’s sari is her color blue
They combine to make green for Mahaprabhu
We’ll come together and I’ll cover you
Gecko and I chase the wind from the asrama into the southland. All the way through the village laughing all the while. At the point of the hook a team of cruisers glides along. Gecko and I get around them without trouble. The natasala is between shows so it’s dark. Leave is taken there while a single gear freak with broad stripes and bright stars all over his frame. Treacherous was the word for the triangle today. Beasts coming from all corners so I go messenger. The redone road and the harbor are waiting for me to come along. The tennis park is on the right and I take the right all the way with the toad road. The wharf road as usual takes me to the long and winding where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa cheers me on. One of the folks brings sawdust from India and I wonder how it will all play out.
The evening with the more comfortable night they take to the moonlight for dancing and singing. White with small olive and red bits to keep it interesting the skirt is big and thick enough to have eyelets cut out into a design that make full and heavy. Deep within the far off jungle
Every time I think about Mahaprabhu’s mercy I don’t understand
How it came at such a time and such a strange land
Who would have thought it was part of the plan?
I hope you understand
Just apply your logic to that mercy
Mahaprabhu superstar
Bringing nama sankirtana near and far
Showing the leis maker the silver bangle on his arm
Just how’d you think this outfit got it’s name?
I hope you understand
Just apply your logic to his mercy
Mahaprabhu superstar
Bringing nama sankirtana near and far
Gecko and I take a short trip on the highway of information then past Mahamuni’s post box to the lion’s park. The campa hatti brought the climb and the left to the point of the hook. Tandems are the order of the day a senior couple smiling ear to ear wave as they pass. Between the lakes up to the redone road;. The leave is taken at the natasala and I take the peddler’s ramp to see the bear. The wharf road takes me to the long and winding were the kalarupa waits under the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and leads me on to the sandhya and Mahaprabhu’s mercy declare
Hiranya means gold and kasipu means soft bed. A soft silk of yellow and gold makes this nightdress offered on Nrsimhacaturdasi the perfect way to end the day. As usual Gandharvika’s necklace foxes me and I have to make the adjustment at the end. Then they take their rest after the sunny day.

This one began from years ago in days on 13th street
When Mahaprabhu watched the dancing of peacocks with great curiosity. They swooned in ecstasy and were put on his kirta for this Gaura Purnima dress.
Leis of lilies and roses that swing with the movements of their own dancing
Gecko and I take off to the clank of the aluminum bat field and then pass the whalers on the right. Through the triangle to the front street where the spokesman is waiting to sell gear. Around the trader’s to and back to the shop where leave is taken I have to sprint hard to make the sandhya. a fleet of recumbent let me by on to the long and winding. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees me fold my palms and is satisfied and allows me to hammer to the sandhya on time.
This dress was made so fast it had to have been a miracle. The gold lamiae and purple coat for Giridhari and Gandharvika has pink/purple coli and sari while Mahaprabhu wears a deeper purple. The boarders flow together as the swirl in their evening dance before rest.