Memory serves him well
who remembers this outfit offered
on Guru Maharaja’s disappearance day
Chinese silk that’s yellow olive trimmed in red
one of those of younger years recalled favorite
words he said
spelling out “die to live” in a scrabble game
elder’s mistake saw “diet olive” thus Guru Maharaja
himself gave the name
Leis of farm fresh roses multi colored symmetric, light and wonderful
Gecko and I take off to the highway where the roadies were joined tree dandi big shoes under cover of camouflage. Later Mahamuni came knock knick knocking on the highway’s door. Off again to the navapatra. The tennis park came up on the left as the roadies s swept between the lakes. A team member goes by and says “hey”. The pitch is on the left and the wharf road takes me under the first highway. The long and winding brings me to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where I bow my head. Taking up with kalarupa the sandhya is happy to see me arrive.
Bhakta Blade brings his touch to Krsna is a brahmacari. Simple cummerbund. Gandharvika has no manatka but all in all they happily enjoy their pastimes and take rest in good time.

On the bank of the Ganga
In the year 1486
Even Advaita Acarya and Haridasa Thakura were dancing
Giving cows in charity we heard someone say
Mahaprabhu is on his way
Janmastami day in Calcutta
In the year 1896
A father prayed to every holy man
“let my son become a servant of the highest pleasure potency”
perhaps he'll save the world some day
in Tompkins Square park
in the year 1966
two young men were joyously dancing in kirtan
we heard someone say
Mahaprabhu's sankirtan movement is on the way
Reaching the limit of cleverness
In the year 2009
Devotees are again dancing in kirtan
Celestial fragrance in the air from the tube rose in the leis
It was Gaura Purnima day
Gecko and I take off for the highway in a fever pitch enjoying with the friends we find there. Back to cross over the first highway. A lone pedaler wearing the usual helmet but topped with a stuffed animal couldn't tell more than it looked like a dog the whalers were detailing with lightening speed the natasala is quiet right now. At the shop Gecko takes leave as I continue around the corner to the review stand and sneak through the treacherous triangle to the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. The parking lot is full and I continue to the harbor. Between the lakes the geese are trumpeting and the windmill is still vacant. The pitch is on the left as I sprint down the wharf road under the first highway. The long and winding takes me to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa I bow and the kalarupa chases me all the way to the sandhya.
With his lotus nails Nrsimhadeva killed the demon Hiranyakasipu. This nightdress offered on Nrsimhacaturdasi is between green and orange as nails aren't weapons but at the same time were used that way. So this one is called lotus nails. They dance all night after I lay them in their beds.

Sue ‘nila vasana, beautiful blue dress
Standard by which to judge the rest
Who found the cloth for Gandharvika’s sari?
Don’t you think Mahamuni must have had a party?
Tuesday’s outfits usually have some count of blue
Mahaprabhu in green and mango
Giridhari has traditional yellow
Roses picked at the beginning of the night
Hope the flowers hadn’t gone to sleep
Gecko and I once again start out with friends on the highway. Tree dandi big shoes is hiding under his camouflage. He had passed Gecko and I just around the ratha-bhojana-vrksa but at the go light Gecko first spotted him as he made it there. Crossing the main street the three some made the entrance together. Off at the big street to the trader’s after some talk with him it was on to the natasala where Gecko took leave I rounded the corner to the reviewing stand. Over the ramp to see the bear the wharf road brought me back after seeing another pair of pedalers who had gotten off and were talking to a local. Sandhya was calling in a shrill voice to bring me back in time to begin the ceremony.
Argh mates! Sure and the emerald color is from a city in a dream. Avast me hardies it takes a horse of a different color to get there. Keep your weather eye out for the anniversary of the offering of this night dress Sri Radhastami when people all talked as if they might send me to davey jones’ locker

on the streets of the beach town
we ask the rksaw walla to take us for darsan
“It’s at the seva asrama, where we always go”
With a wink and a smile he began counting
let us off at the kalarupa’s chime
got there just in time
to see the thakuras in red and feathers
on their redwood throne
now the pujari in the filigree chodder
with a pocket for a cellulite phone
smiles and offers incense at out feet and waist
with smoke rings and, prabhu, could you believe what they said?
“visalaksa sikhipicca camara dhulaya”
they turned pirouettes, leapt in the air and rejoined the other rings
leis of roses, petals, lilies and “sumanas” flowers
showed how this vision revealed ek bindhu jagat dhubai’s power
to the highway Gecko and I go to meet with the usual friends who are talking about world touring and other delights. At the exit for the park the roadies come along to the pitch and the wharf road. the long and winding took me past the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and fold my palms for respect. The vaikalika bhoga is waiting. Back to Mahamuni’s post office to post the butteracary’s envelope. The snob hill finds the roadies laughing in the village and at the point of the hook. Gecko takes leave and I go on between the lakes. Keeping the tennis park on the right I take the toad road to the navapatra. There is a whole team flying by on the wharf road it’s quite the competition. They don’t see me tagging along at the end until I go past the last couple of pedalers. But the ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls to me and the kalarupa chases me back for the sandhya.
i dream of seva as I write this song
but don’t let me dream too long
dress them, put them to bed
and offer banana ksir
they call east Bengal the Radhadesa,
call this nightdress baby blue
they slip in to it fast and take rest early

You’ll see “Superstar” when coming in for darsana
A unique style outfit offered on Gaura Purnima
Demigods and their wives took human dress to come along
One gave a bangle with a star the name came from it’s beam
Leis of larkspur, roses and mums simply elegant
On the highway talking with the friends Gecko and I find there. Out to the village all along the beach to the point of the hook. Tandems are everywhere today as if there is a convention somewhere. A single speed freak is ahead of the roadies but the crazy sprinters catch up soon. Through the parking lot of an ethereal sweet shop Over the first highway around the hospital curve The tennis park is on the left. Between the lakes where the sufferers are parked crossing over the street without looking starting bon fires without lighters giving a warning with the driftwood forming it said that the fog is coming. At the nataslala Gecko takes leave and I slid down the pedaler’s ramp to the home of the bear. Around to the navapatra and a chance meeting with a blissful chair massager The wharf road takes me to the long and winding where ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees my bowed head while kalarupa takes me to the path to the sandhya. The kernel of divine meets me and cheers.
Thakura seva is so beautiful flows as smooth as milk tonight’s dress is a creamy shade along with red Chinese silk. Darsana gradually takes away bad desires , that’s the touch that kills.

Frolicking in the pasture
The cows and cowherd boys
Laughing
Frolicking in the pasture
Can’t wait to rejoin your association
in Vrndavan’s land
feasting on yogurt, milk butter and cream
all things that make up this high dream
most sublime
in this rhyme about pasture media time
Gecko and I take off for a quick trip on the highway of information taking the exit at the creek just before the lion’s park. Going up the campa hatti hill taking the left around the beach pointing to the hook. Between the lakes a team is training for an upcoming race. The two respect the many and head on to the natasala where Gecko takes leave. I round the corner to the reviewing stand. Stealthily going through the treacherous triangle past the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot which is closed. The tennis park is on the right. Toad’s road takes me to see the bear. Going left and right through the beast lot to wharf road under the first highway left on the main street the rath-bhojana-vrksa waits my folded palms along with the kalarupa who follows me to the sandhya bunnies and deer are there to greet me as the ceremony begins.
In yet another Nrsimhacaturdasi nightdress, Hiranyakasipu, Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari make ready to enjoy their pastimes with the most grace and happiness. Gandharvika tries to hide her jewelry and Giridhari separates his ankle bell. It takes a few minutes to repair it.

Risis call him a dancing actor
Their vision is perfectly clear
able to see the easiest way out of here
seed bead crowns, flute is gold
devotees smile and laugh
their joy reflected in mirrors on the dress
beamed all across the gurudeva’s mission
such a mystic apparition
dressed in yellow and purple
rippling as the source of all beauty
inviting all to come
just time for a look to the highway and then through the village to the beach. The point of the hook are cruisers waiting for tomato pie. Between the lakes the geese honk as the roadies pass. The natasala is ready for the show with people lining up outside. Gecko takes leave and I hammer down the peaalers ramp to talk to the bear on to the wharf road where the team comes along pulling to the roadie to the long and winding where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees me bow. The kalarupa chases me all the way to the sandhya where Mahamuni greets me and sends me on to start the ceremony.
Tonight it’s deep within the far off jungle another Nrsimhacaturdasi dress silk from different places some sent by members far away as the deep southland

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Wednesday at the Math, I think it was an amavasya day
Devotees cooking, making eucalyptus leis,
painting with rice flour singing Bengali songs
Wednesday at the Math Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari
Celebrating Guru Maharaja’s disappearance day
Wearing Madhuvrata, yellow and black honey bees
On Gandharvika’s veil,
Wednesday at the Math yes it was the amavasya day
Devotees telling stories, quoting slokas of Guru Maharaja
Thakuras brightly smiling with their rose and gerbera leis
A latecomer brings a lei of tulasi manjaris
I put in Giridhari without moving his flute
“that should be on a sports highlight reel”
Bhakta Blade says
Off to a quick one on the spacey highway where a couple of friends like tridandi big shoes are chattering about the Thakura’s outfit back for the vaikalika bhoga then to the navapatra for some khadigullas. A pack of tandems are along the wharf road and they watch as the roadies go by. The team is practicing in the hills by the cement boat. Around and around to the pitch on my left when Gecko takes leave on the main street I find the long and winding bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. The kalarupa once again chases me to the sandhya where the folks have gathered for a celebration. The lights up I slide in to place behind Om paramahamsa thakura saying I’m going to have to cover my eyes. After prema dhvani he says “that was a very festive sounding prema dhvani”
O deer dough tonight. Giridhari’s jewelry hides from Bhakta Blade making him put in on after he’s thought himself finished.
They dance and dance like godly visions before taking rest.
Guru Maharaja’s disappearance anniversary was just yesterday.
Having extended his hand to take us all to a higher land
Today the Thakuras are wearing “follow the angels”
Together we’ll be able to serve
Follow the angels follow them to the spiritual sky
Leis of roses, leaves and petals by a dynamic duo
From the asrama to the southland Gecko and I sprint and look at the entrance to the highway. Around the southland over the first highway by the clank of the aluminum bat left at the curve the tennis park is on the left just before passing between the lakes the windmill is also on the left on along the street of surf shops the pitch is as the other things today on the left wharf road takes me past the navapatra a few pedalers on errands and just out for the fun of it, the best kind, the main street empties me to the long and winding where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees me folding my palms kalarupa takes me to the sandhya where there are no people waiting to celebrate this evening
Nrsimhacaturdasi saw this one offered four years back. Purple with some green. As the clouds roll in the thakuras are dancing and enjoying their night pastimes spreading happiness.

As the curtain opens the wait is over.
Eyes looking their first are in a field of clover
Snapping pictures or the divine three
They ask the name and the accompanying story
Nrsimhacaturdasi and as sequins come off
Suddenly it reminds me of a team from the motor city
So it comes to be called Yantra Puri
Now you’ve come to know the story from this little poem
Petals, orchids and dahlias for today’s leis come from the asrama
“it’s a miracle I’m here and the service called me all the way from home”
the maker is juggling leis, bhajans and being a mom.
Now you’ve come to know the story from this little poem
Gecko and I take off crossing main street to the cyber highway where many friends were waiting to talk. Exiting to the snob hill and campa hatti. Around to the point of the hook where the cruisers are hanging out at the natasala Gecko takes leave and I pass the reviewing stand the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot is closed as I pass to the harbor and between the lakes past the windmill to the pitch which is on the left the wharf road goes under the first highway to the main street and the long and winding the ratha-bhojana-vrksa watches me fold my palms and sends the kalarupa to chase me to the sandhya on the way kalarupa and I come upon a servant of God and so I saluted saying “Gaura Prema”
Helping them into their “pralhad a dad” abuela and B.C. harass me till I give them silence. Then SGGGandG take rest in a fine timely manner

Mukuts and effulgence set the tone
Isn’t that a lot of wild?
Blue and gold boarders sent back home
Sunflowers bursting untamed
Giridhari’s mukut so many pieces beauty unknown
Combine showing the original flower child
Leis of roses, dahlias, petals, agapanthus others mysterious
Gecko and I take to the highway once again to tell stories of dressing and leis. Their shoes were polished by a” nurse that even gave the champ a run for the circlet of seva at the exit on the creek the lion’s park is on the right over the snob hill and into the village the tourists look at the roadies and shake their heads a single team member training away waves from the opposite side saluting, Gecko and I sprint along between the lakes where the people are picnicking among the geese and sufferers around the harbor where the boats are out on the bay the natasala sees the line forming for the show Gecko takes leave there and I return via the pedaler’s ramp the bear is happy as I shout out passing him the wharf road takes me under the first highway and on to the main street going right on to the long and winding the ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees my folded palms and has the kalarupa pace me back to the sandhya where a gaggle of girls runs to get away shrieking in fun and smiling when I pull up at the barn
In the month of Kartik on the ninth day of the waning moon Guru Maharaja appeared and this nightdress was offered for that celebration. This evening they wanted to stay up to dance late into the starry night.
When time came for a new outfit
Going to the tailor we told him “we’re on a low budget”
He asked, “what did you say?”
‘we want the outfit made of cream and red with red and white trim
crowns of red and gold this particular size
but we’re on a low budget”
“I thought you said that
so I’ll see what I can do
but I just can’t make a promise to you
‘cause you’re on a low budget
that’s what you’ve said”
When it came time to pick it up
“This isn’t what I asked for”
the seamstress said with a huff
“That’s what happens on a low budget
I know you said that”
“When you offer leis of petals and sumanas flowers
It shows a low budget”
“That’s being said over and over again.”
Gecko and I went to the village and ducked onto the entrance ramp to the highway of information. Firing off some communication. Back to the snob hill through to the point of the hook on to the lakes the harbor and then the natasala. Gecko takes leave there and I cross through the treacherous triangle carefully. the redone road sees me take the left to the tennis park. Right at the toad road sprinting along to the pitch on my right The wharf road takes me back to main street and the long and winding. There are a couple of teammates going in the opposite direction a few miles apart but they both wave as they pass by. One in blue and white and the other in multi colors Sandhya welcomes me with his arms held high. I go through the ceremony next to alone.
Bengal East is the nightdress this evening under the dipper and other constellations. Most likely they will dance all night long

Time for the yuga avatar is coming up presently
Take the blue sari of Gandharvika
Add the yellow dhoti of Giridhari
Coming together as Mahaprabhu in his green kirta and dhoti
Such ecstatic love has not been seen
Giridhari and his devotees and prema
Dance together in the kali yuga in one place
Gandharvika foxed me into putting on this crown
Usually with another dress, today it turned devotee frowns upside down
Leis of roses, daisies, and mums Mahaprabhu has baby’s breath too.
To the highway along the southland. Off to the snob hill and down into the village. Coming out and pointing to the hook there are still a few cruisers out on the beach but it’s getting harder to describe fixed gears to the sufferers. At the natasala Gecko take leave at the shop and I hammer down the ramp. The bear is telling me to stick with what I have
Wharf road comes and I pass under the first highway. Main street comes to take me to the long and winding. Ratha-bhojana-vrksa watched as I folded my palms. The sandhya is glad to see me. Ceremony begins and after the Kernel of Divine love takes out his bass as the devotees circumambulate.
Deep within the far off jungle is the nightdress. A cool evening with the stars out tonight for dancing all night they stay awake late into the night.
Now you’ve asked me to introduce myself, Papa Purusa is my name
People from all around take vows to break my reign
The devotees know to be extra aware of me
when they see Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari
wearing the outfit called the Queen
for it’s been made very plain
I take shelter in grains
Bougainvillea, roses and agapanthus flowers in the leis
On this ekadasi day
Gecko and I skip along the highway and when the exit comes it’s over the first highway on the way to the natasala where the first show is beginning. Around Saint Dagwood’s park and the corner to the reviewing stand. Past the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot to the harbor. Between the lakes the geese are honking. The sufferers are competing on the sea. Several pedalers are out helping the tour members. The wharf road takes me to the main street where Gecko takes his leave when I take to the long and winding seeing the ratha-bhojana-vrksa bow speeds me along to the sandhya
Soft gold and yellow silk night dress is the one for their evening pastimes performed with grace and happiness. Dancing and dancing they go on without a care.

Do the prabhus have a good time making jokes of you
‘cause your dhotis have more holes than theirs?
Do they think you’re going out for trick-or-treat
While they’re going out chanting in the street
C’mon and enroll on line, stop wasting time
You’ll look sublime!
The difference between the pakawalla and our gang
Leis of blue trumpet flowers and roses with Gandharvika’s bangel
Gecko and I quickly go to the cyber highway and then to the lion’s park and the village where the tourists fly. Then down to the beach. Hooking the point with the cruisers on to the natasala where the line is forming. Around the reviewing stand where Gecko takes his leave. I go on to the ramp and to the bear to feed him a little. The wharf road takes me to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa who sees me bow and pick up a team guy. Around the asrama drive he shouts “you know how to crunch the gears” and I head up to start the ceremony.
The lotus nails that ripped the chest of the demon Hiranyakasipu, yeah it’s another Nrsimhacaturdasi nightdress. Take what I say in a different way and it’s easy to say that this is orange.
Some time ago our gang went it’s own way while peacocks filled the air.
Gaura Purnima they came again along with mahaprabhu’s corkscrew hair
Paper silk for Gandharvika and Giridhari has a patka of pink and teal.
Combination allows everyone something they can feel.
Around and around the hospital curve and to the tennis park right to the harbor where the boats are out. the natasala is waiting for another show. Gecko takes leave and I go to the ramp again to the toad rood where toad meets me and together the roadies sprint to the wharf road. under the first highway to the long and winding where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees me fold my palms. Back to the sandhya were everyone is gathered
It’s a miracle mom, sometimes the seamstress takes time to make an outfit but this one came together so fast that it was ready the day after Janmastami.

Who draws a crowd as he plays the fifth note loud?
Devotees know it’s the gowala bala.
He and his band Nila, Aruna and Syama are LIVE at the arena of pure consciousness
Cowboys are always in tune
Though his best devotees never learned to meditate so well
they love to offer arati and ring the bell
by the time the devotees got to Kuruksetra the battle was already won
still they wanted to take the “King” back home to the cowherd village second to none.
Leis of roses and other fun flowers not picked under the cloak of darkness
Off to visit the bear but he wasn’t at home. Try to tomorrow so Gecko and I went on to the highway of information. Lots of friends there one talking on the phone about going off to the land of dedication. Not so many out today even though it was a good day. One team member holds back but a quick left changes it. Back to the long and winding for a moment where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees me fold my palms and slip back for the sandhya.
Bhakta Blade asked me if I had seen the stars tonight? Had I gone up to the observation deck at all? Taking out his sextant, placing a patch over one eye while a parrot landed on his shoulder he began talking like a pirate riding on a horse of a different color. All the while the Deities were dressed in their hot pink and emerald nightdress offered on Radhastami when that day fell on the international talk like a pirate day

When it came time for the Janmastami outfit
A suggestion came from a young fellow
“what about red and yellow?”
taking this to the seamstress, she listened to what was said
and expressing her agreement she nodded her head
“why not yellow and red?”
as the curtain opened at midnight the devotees began to bellow
“such beautiful red and yellow!”
leis of petals and whole roses
extend almost to their toeses
“what about red and yellow”
gecko and I take off for the navapatra stopping for a quick launch. Around the soccer pitch. The wharf road leads on to the long and winding where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees the folded palms and lets me pass. The cyber highway has friends talking to the roadies. Soon the roadies have gone off to the village and around to the tennis park. Gecko takes leave and the toad takes his place up to his gym. There the toad takes leave too. I go on around the beach where the sufferers are getting ready for going home. The sandhya is waiting for me as I pass the bunnies on the path to the asrama. The deer are waiting to be fed but it’s time for the ceremony to begin.
from radhastami, comes the baby blue nightdress. the portion where the Ganga does not flow is the Radhadesa. But the Bengalis and the roadies have nothing in common, they don’t talk at all except to mention baby blue

“Even if my side wins this war, it’s against my family members and they’ll all be killed so whom would my side enjoy the victory with?” “WAR! Drying up my senses is all that it’s good for!”
it impaired the best devotee’s dreams if we could only come to her aid
the highest remuneration would be paid WAR!
Devotion, dedication sentiments so high
Red white and black, colors of the resisters
Gandharvika wearing a hood
The field of highest devotion
Leis of roses, fun flowers in lovely symmetry
Even famous pedalers were there on the highway today as Gecko and I entered. Other friends were there and interesting exchanges all around. Lion’s park called and Gecko and I answered. The campa hatti left led through the village and the beach. Pointing to the hook some cruisers challenge the roadies to check out Seymour and his blue whale. Ha! They thought the roadies wouldn’t accept. But before they knew what was going on Gecko and I were at the natasala heading to the Saint Dagwood’s park. The leaping monque saluted as the roadies went up the beach hill. A few recreational pedalers let the roadies pass on to the land of the fixed gear freaks. The natural bridges came up along the way and by and by Seymour and his blue whale were greeting the roadies. Back around to the sufferer thakura who sported a fresh leis. Looking down on the mountain men on the ramps the roadies hammer to the shop where Gecko takes leave. I dodge the treacherous triangle by going to the redone road. Keeping the tennis park on my right I go to the toad road. He just happens to be there and takes a spin with me to his gym. He takes leave there and I cross under the first highway to the long and winding. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa watches me fold my palms and I sprint to the asrama. Sandhya is very happy to see me and tells me so.
Creamy red Chinese silk smooth as milk when devotees see this Nrsimhacaturdasi outfit that’s the touch that kills desire for fruitive activity in the material world. So attired they dance into the night

“water color” silk made here by the bay
offered for the Janmastami day
it took about a month to complete the dragonflies
Lotus flowers all around
On the dress and in the crowns
Service performed in the mind of the highest kind
Able to free all from the mundane bind
All are sunk in
Mahaprabhu extends his mercy to those so low
And sometimes it overflows to the untouchables
Leis uniquely fine roses and “seeing eye flowers” understand symmetry
Equals beauty
Gecko and I take off for the way of information open to those with connections. Friends there are talking of diamonds and the words of the sages. Some spoke of touring through the old country. Around the circle of the southland the delivery trucks are parked in neat rows with arrows raised. Mahamuni’s post box is on the way to the campa hatti. Entering the sufferer’s domain there are several joggers and recreational pedalers. At the sunny cove the children of the asrama are starting their bon fire to keep warm. The gathering cloud shows a chance of rain along with a chill in the air. I turn about face and Gecko takes his leave. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees me bow my head as I lazily pass. The kalarupa tries to get me back to beat the clock.
Gold and soft bed.is the nightdress. Slipping into it early I try to keep that hope alive that they can take their rest early to night. From their simhasana, Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari kept a view as all their servants came and went kid’s campers too.

As a team was going to Oregon’s county fair
The thakuras were being dressed in good time
Five guys and a super massage chair
Curtain opened with the hourly chime
Know a kind of friend of a cousin of someone with a permit
Deep forest green and black with silver looking so prime
Hoping that would confirm it
Leis need more flowers and the maker had to buy’em
Symmetry equals beauty is as one-mahajana terms it
Gecko and I take off for the spacey highway in a rigidly times ride. Write in coded alphabet be on time don’t forget. At the snob hill exit taking the left along the beach and watching some of those who are gluten for suffering. . straight up to the toad road along that long enough to meet with the toad himself and the three roadies bunched around some fixed gear freaks. Hammering along to dust them the roadies circle Saint Dagwood’s park back to the corner and the reviewing stand. There Gecko takes leave and the Toad and I take off for the pedaler’s ramp. The tennis park is on the left this time and the toad road returns to where Toad takes his leave also and I’m alone again. Navapatra on the right along with the soccer pitch sailing under the first highway to the main street where the long and winding beckons. Ratha-bhojana-vrksa watches as I fold my palms and kalarupa sprints with me to the sandhya. Mahamuni cheers as I blow the horn for the ceremony and the kids begin to sing.
Under the math logo Mahaprabhu’s dhoti was white and looked so right that one leaned over to come a little bit closer. The night is a little chilly still inside they perform their pastimes with the utmost grace and happiness.
Wearing a seed bead crown, Giridhari, the lifer of Govardhana hill,
A seed bead crown and a purple dhoti
Takes a feather from the tail of a peacock
puts in his curly hair and with the colors of Easter on Saint Patrick’s Day
has the arati start fashionably late.
Petal and fun flower leis over that come down to their toes
While Mahprabhu and Gandharvika have purple kirta and veil His dhoti and her skirt along with cholii are in the Giridhari’ shade of yellow
Gecko and I sprint on down the spacey highway. Many friends are there and we all talk about the Dress. Chattering along the through the village up to the point of the hook and around the harbor. The cruisers and fixed gear freaks merge at Saint Dagwood’s park. The beasts bark as the roadies pass. On the crest of beach hill Gecko takes leave and I go on for darsan of sufferer thakura. Right to the Delaware and the mountain man’s park. treacherous triangle lets me pass through easily and the pedaler’s ramp lands me on the wharf road and the long and winding one where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees me fold my palms once again. Hari namaers greet me with waves and the munis encourage me to be punctual for the sandhya.
On the Nrsimhacaturdasi this outfit was offered. Deep within the far off jungle. The go dancing each night and so pajamas aren’t needed. Comfortable dancing dresses are the style for the night time and this one is a standard for the art

A posse came riding in from the east
Dressed in aruna har
Together they made a solemn oath
To cut through the ahankara
With their associates, their beauty and hari nama
They’d attract all that would come
Prema kirtana so well performed
Even kings became reformed
Leis of fluffy roses scattered on the ground
As they dance and swirl around
The aruna har posse rides again
Gecko and I are on a quick one to the highway. Across the main street and seeing the many friends that have gathered there. Speaking in keystroke language. Gecko and I take the exit that leads to the village and the beach. The point of the hook sticks the cruisers as the roadies once again float passed. Arriving at the natasalal where Gecko takes his leave. I take the corner and the treacherous triangle laughs as I try and get through. The harbor has it’s boats out and the toad road invites me to come along. The basketball park is on my left as I climb the hills on the way to the wharf road. I pass under the first highway and come up to join main street. The long and winding sees me bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and kalarupa takes me to sandhya.
O deer dough, have you seen Krsna? That’s tonight’s dress. The evening is cool but not enough to keep them in from dancing the rest of the night.

We all came down to Navadvipa on the Ganges shore
To chant mantras with the Brahmans and do the eclipse chore
Bathe in the Ganga, Nadia sasadara in the sky
Advaita Acarya and Haridasa were chanting with an ecstatic sound
But just why they were dancing, the reason wasn’t easily found
Bathe in the Ganga, Nadia sasadara in the sky
Then over at the Yoga Pitha Hari bol! Began to resound
Soon the news of Mahaprabhu’s birth was spreading all over town
Bathe in the Ganga, Nadia sasadara in the sky
Leis of rose petals and lilies artfully arranged colors matching too
You’ve got to come for darsana soon so not to get the blues
Bathe in the Ganga, Nadia sasadara in the sky
At the southland entrance to the highway el siddhamuni sat beneath his camouflage as usual. Gecko and I spoke with other friends there. A laughing cowboy was there asking if I could arrange to throw a banana in the fire. Next thing a cruiser pointed Gecko and I to the hook where sufferers hang out before and after their encounters with the waves. Pedaling along that coast to watch them dive and suffer in the breeze. Between the lakes many people were looking for a place to set up shop. A fixed gear freak and his gang who didn’t share his passion for the single speed were going up the same hill the plain roadies were. The plain roadies overtook them and waved good-bye. Rounding the corner to the harbor over the bridge on to the natasala. Gecko takes his usual leave there and I pass the reviewing stand. The treacherous triangle lets me through to the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-.lot. With the tennis park on my right I see a license plate that brings another friend to the fore. He spoke of perhaps coming up the long and winding. Keeping the soccer pitch on my left I meet a vaikuntha angel speaking incantations to engage the populace in the play of the sweet absolute. The bear is happy to talk with me one more time. Under the first highway on the wharf road. the toffee nose doesn’t like that sentence. The long and winding takes me up to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa that sees me fold my palms and the kalarupa takes me to the sandhya.
Pralad-a-dad is the nightdress tonight. Bhakta Blade has come along to take the reigns. He’s getting faster. Giridhari’s hair foxes him this evening. He awards me no contrast points but sings the glories of outfit specific jewelry. Some the panels on Gandharvika’s skirt are wider than usual. Her veil is a bit different too but it all works out, which is it may not be too bad. Dancing and dancing they take their rest.

Five thousand years ago, in the memory of sages
recorded for all time in books of many pages
told how when he had the chance
Krsna watched the peacocks and learned to dance
Taking the peacock as guru was only fair
Symbolized by the feather in His hair
It turns each frown into a smile
Leis of petals, dahlias and lilies
Will end this description so silly
Gecko and I to the cyber highway where friends have gathered in the lower section with Mahamuni occupying the higher level. Toffee nose has once again covered that with his green pen. A tale of two bugs first meeting. Toffee nose didn’t like that one either. Tuning made a friendship that lasted till death did they part. Wow toffee nose accepted that one. From there to the campa hatti corner. Left to hook around the point of cruisers. Between the lakes are the geese and the boats are in the harbor. At the natasala Gecko takes leave and I sneak to the redone road. The tennis park is on the right as I go on down to the main street. At the stop light I take the right into the southland around back to the light. Crossing to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where I bow. The kalarupa shows me the way to the sandhya. Everyone is in so the ceremony begins.
East Bengal is the Radhadesa and this outfit is baby blue. A nightdress from Radhastami and this evening they got dressed at a quick pace. Now they’re ready for their evening pastimes that come with grace and happiness.