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