Last Sunday this August
I think it was the third Ekadasi this month
Devotees fasting avoiding rice and dahl
a man selling sago singing Hari vasaragiti
last Sunday this August
super excellent leis roses and pink lilies fragrant combination
puspa mala uttama
beautifully blue Sue ‘Nila vasana
Gecko and I are off to the main street. Over the first highway and past the clank of the aluminum bat The whalers are detailing their salutes as Gecko and I pass on through the treacherous triangle to Gecko’s shop where it’s time for my tune up Around the reviewing stand where the king is sitting in back on the pedaler’s ramp to the asrama to start an the lemond Gecko and I go back to the space of Cyrus after a light conversation the village calls out and Gecko and I go but the sidewalks are being rolled up Along the beach where the sufferers are left alone since the heat is gone for now Some of the boats are in at the harbor along the natasala there are now people standing outside waiting for the show a dog goes by on it’s way to the kennel downtown Gecko takes leave and I go along to the big street where an armadillo is keep watch I circle around the trader where I hear the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa Kalarupa and I push and pull each other back for the sandhya the shank calls the faithful to their knees to hear Bhakta Blade softly speak the incantation
Then in the ninth the Thakuras are dressing in their nightdress of the same name the cool of the evening invites them to their beds decorated with aromatic flowers. They’ll lie down for a moment, long enough for me to wipe the floor and shut the door before engaging in their pastimes of the evening.
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Have you heard about Gandharvika?
sending her representatives to spread divine love all around the world
waiting around for Gurudeva, to jump on to the express train to Goloka
take us away from this mayic world
how could we stay away so long?
Gurudeva has come canvassing, to teach us how to search for Krsna
to go on even when ridiculed by many
leis of roses elegant like fine jewelry
gecko and I are off for another quick one to the highway where friends Mahamuni and the Kernel of divine love are waiting, As Gecko and I leave there is a guy with a high butterfly bar like I haven’t seen since days of my misspent youth. Around the snob hill there is a family on tandems out from the bay to steamer’s alley. The beach is full of sufferers on this hot day wanting to keep cool by staying in the cold water off the coast. The natasala is ready for the second show with people lining up, Gecko takes leave and I go through the treacherous triangle and on to the harbor where all the boats are out. Between the lakes are geese flapping their wings everybody is feeling the heat today. The pitch is on the right with a game going on and lots of drink besides. Under the first highway to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where I meet the kalarupa and we gasp back for the sandhya. on arrival the butteracarya is pouring water over my head to keep me from melting in a pool of…
The thakuras are taking the advice of the name of the nightdress and going deep within the far off jungle tonight for dancing under the moon.
Coming in for darsana
Hoping to be seen by the thakuras merciful glance
Oh you living flower
Flower burst effulgence over head
Blue embroidered flowers trimming silken clothes called
“I’m a sumanas child”
magic leis by a special guest star
from flowers that had seen better days
magic makes them into lovely leis
Gecko and I are out to “ride it like we stole it” cause the heat is keeping folks from all persuasions inside. Sweat pours out like the tide. A quick mailing of pictures until the lion’s park comes up to the campa hatti hill. Left to the point of the hook where the cruisers are in charge. Beyond the natasala is Saint Dagwood’s park where the fixed gear freaks begin to appear. There’s a guy with his ride made up like a cat who is show some tricks on the bridge. Back up to the reviewing stand where the king has gone home for the weekend. The house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot has a lot full of people taking their products to chase away the heat. On the redone road there is a team passing under the porch of faces. The tennis park is on the right as I sprint for the campa hatti. Right there to hospital parking lot around to the feed place and our lady of perpetual motion. The rotha-bhojana-vrksa is calling me back and the kalarupa is waiting to take me to the sandhya for my strength is almost gone, melted into the heat. Still the kalarupa is able to get me to move just fast enough to cross the circle of wagons at the asrama drawn to keep us safe from anyone who might come to disturb our hermitage.
A hot day comes to an end as the Thakuras slip into their Hiranya kasipu nightdress to take some rest after a hot weekend and a busy festival schedule.

Meet you at the seva asrama
playing in a scrabble game
using the holy theme
you spell out die to live
pedaling the ramycycle
licking on a popsicle
callus fingered mrdanga player
spells out die to live
old grey mare makes spaghetti
comes to see how witty
but reads your board Diet Olive
Gecko and I are out to the highway just near the end of rush hour. Only a handful of friends there off to the snob hill and up to where the sufferers go. The cruisers are hanging together and keeping a look out for roadies like Gecko an d i. there’s the Chihuahua guy along with some one dressed like a cat. Around the traders there is a fire burning at their outdoor cafe. Back to the reviewing stand where Gecko takes leave and leaves me to see the navapatra where the masseur is there with his share. Returning in time for the sandhya Chairs are covered with saffron cloth to make Bhakta Blade and I think there is someone there.
Bhakta blade learns one more nightdress. He feels joy when he is able to tell me the names of these nightdresses, after some talk with the hairdresser everyone takes their rest.

Now you know that it’s true isn’t it?
Certainly you aren’t a liar to say
It’s possible to come to cleverness’ limit
There’s time for playful teasing now
sporting with friends in jest
painting dolphins in water pastimes on another friend’s chest
full roses and leaves make the leis
free form abstract pattern as the norm for Wednesday
certainly you aren’t a liar to say
it’s possible to come to cleverness’ limit
Quick! It’s time to get some mail on the highway!
Sprinting over Main Street and jiggling the box then on the way to the lion’s park to the campa hatti hill. At the point of the hook an electric rig is chugging along but can’t keep up with Gecko and i. At the natasala Gecko has to take leave to engage in moving his shop. I go on to the pedaler’s ramp to speak with the bear. He reminds me of how the stack is fairing. The pitch is on the right while I push on to the wharf road and under the first highway to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa who asks 1-2-3-4 tell me what the thakuras wore. The sandhya is there to greet me giving me the help to start the ceremony.
The lotus nails tonight they aren’t weapons but still they pierce the heart of the demon king. Thakuras are happy to receive an old friend this evening giving him a private darsan just before they enter into their night pastimes.

On Janmastami about two weeks from today
People came for darsana, went out of their way
Now Radhastami is near they’re coming like they’ve done before
Come celebrate these days if you can it will turn a frown upside down
We’ll be so happy to have come around
Please come celebrate with me
That day some tricks were played
everyone was so amazed, their eyes just refused to believe
so now it’s time I’ve changed my mind there’s nothing up my sleeve
celebrate these days if you can it will turn a frown upside down
we’ll be so happy to have you come around
please come celebrate with me
Leis are wildly insane
After today Mahaprabhu may never be the same
All dahlias in his leis it’s sure to increase his fame
Gandharvika has roses and fun flowers I’m happy to report
it looks very artistic even though it’s short
Giridhari’s is the most usual and comes to his ankle bells
Roses, petals along with so many others make it fun to tell
Along the main street over the first highway past the whalers where an electronic “pedaler” goes up to a ha ha from Gecko and i. left at the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot and winding along the street to the corner copier. Single gear freaks are everywhere in this part of town. Jumping with the monque at a program for Sita Thakurani. When Mahamuni quoted the verse “tell our prabhu who danced as madmen do that all the world has become mad like him and rice once high in price no longer has value. Tell him a madman brings this to his ear.” Then he said that there is a class of pujaris that worship the Deity for some time and then say now you can go home” taking his words to be true Gecko and I got up to pedal along the beach hill over looking the mountain men and on to respect the sufferer thakura before seeing the not quite a recumbent going down main street on the way to the vaikalika. AT the natasala Gecko takes leave and I hammer to the whaler’s and beyond. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa smiles on my folded palms as I challenge the kalarupa “last one to the sandhya is a mayavadi!” a tree has fallen about a mile away. Some of the locals have brought chain saws, hatchets and implements of destruction to remove it. A phalanx of quail and bunnies are the reception committee today.
As I come to put them in their nightdress, “riding on a horse of a different color, Vamsi dasa babaji enters Markatamani Puri talking like a pirate.
“What color do you call that?” an abasa krda player asks me “Seamstress tells me it’s hot pink and emerald” I answered. “Not red?” the player asks, “well I would call it that but the seamstress is an artist and insists I’m color blind” and with that they take their rest happily.

Question of colors for a new outfit made seamstress scratch her head
when a young one suggested yellow and red
as the pure hearted devotees came to see the Deities rise from bed
they thrilled to see them dressed in yellow and red
raving very well just how was the decision made
answer was “from the mouths of babes”
whole roses and sumamas flowers make the leis
to go with this dress “from the mouths of babes”
Vaisnava postal service is called in by the butteracarya
so it’s off to Mahamuni’s post box that Gecko and I start for up Snob hill and on to the point of the hook. Stopping in at the family place for a jal patra. On to the toad road, which leads on to the natasala where Gecko takes, leave. I swing back to the pedaler’s ramp and the wharf road all the way to the highway. A quick one a couple of people to talk to plans for sankirtan on a wide scale. On the way the Gecko’s team is going up the road at a very slow pace. I can’t explain how I was able to over take each one. Bowing to the rath-bhojana-vrksa I get chased by the kalarupa. It is a good thing though since it prompts me to slide in under the tag safe for the sandhya.
in the world of names this one is baby blue. A quick dressing they must be ready to go out and dance and drink banana khir all night long.

Seva is also in the mind
Gurudeva is so kind
No it isn’t far away
We can get there in about a day
There are lotus flowers all around
No doubt this is sacred ground
Water color silk yellow and blue as the sky
with plenty of dragonflies
elegant jewel like rays
from the full rose leis
takes your breath away
just a little Bengali Mahal jadhu
Gecko and I are quick to the highway with friends to talk with. Over the main street then around to the snob hill sufferers are pointing to the hook where cruisers are in force bon fires between the lakes warm the fancy dancers in the sand Gecko takes leave and I pass the whalers down the pedaler’s ramp saluting the bear and circling the trader the wharf road takes me to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where a line of pedalers comes up the main street I turn just before they get there staying ahead I bring the kalarupa to the sandhya where the kernel of divine love meets me during Tulasi’s kirtan he brings out his bass to anchor the singing a sight to behold
Hiranyakasipu brings the day to a close. Gold and yellow silk together in a delicate combination a gold mesh sash for Giridhar. Gandharvika’s veil with the same mesh making the yellow stand up more Mahaprabhu has a belt of all gold with some kind of mesh on the kirta with this soft nightdress Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari find peace and rest
Make a new outfit of deep forest green
Silver grey pleats and kirta
Offer it in memory of the holy titha
for the occasion of SGM”s janmadina
if you’re going to celebrate at the math
and if the arati happens to start on time
remember me to the Thakuras there &
hope they smile hearing this rhyme
a quick trip on the highway. A couple of friends are there to talk to. In the village there is a guy with a jack-in-the-box hat with rainbow shades to go with it. As Gecko and I take a scenic way along the beach between the lakes where the geese are honking. A family is pedaling along on their cruisers. A couple of tourists are loaded for camping with tents and sleeping bags hanging from their panniers. Sufferers are crossing in front of the beach hill bridge where a bear keeps watch. Around the bend to the kutir of Bhakta Blade and Seymour’s museum where the great blue whale has children climbing on it. Back around to the sufferer thakura with his new leis and flowers at his feet. As Gecko and I circle the trader Gecko takes leave and I avoid the treacherous triangle by taking a right at the natasala. Following the redone road passing the windmill which is eerily dark after so long a time. Along the beach there is a team practicing. The pitch is on the left as I go down the big road and over the first highway. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa is calling and another team is going the opposite way. A few parishioners are Sunday-go-to-meeting past me and two guys and a dog ask where the back drive goes to when I respond to the sandhya they are happy and say they’re going that way too.
Bring any material desires you have waiting around to test your sincerity then it’s imperative to come for darsana with Sri-Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari wearing their Chinese red silk with creamy white and they’ll be falling all but dead, smooth as silk, safe as milk.

I was born in a village known as Sweetwater
And when I heard Vrndavana is for shallow thinkers
I fell down as if from the top o tree
But it’s all right now
By Mahaprabhu’s mercy
I’m head over heels for Mahaprabhu!
I was rescued by one who both soft as flower and hard as a thunderbolt
His grace was poured right over my head
He brought it all right down
Mahaprabhu’s mercy!
I’m head over heels for Mahaprabhu
Gecko and I are hammering across the main street after talking with a very special friend. No one is there on the highway. A conversation with a couple of people then on to the lion’s park through the village between the lakes and to the natasala where there is another show getting ready and the people are lining up. Gecko takes his leave while I circle the Saint Dagwood’s park. Around the corner through the treacherous triangle to the harbor and the tennis park is on the right. The toad road takes me past the bear who is hoping I’ll have some food for him soon. The wharf road is waiting to take me away to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa that sees me bow my head. The kalarupa is ready to chase me to the sandhya who greets me upon returning.
The night is clear and deep within the far off jungle the Deities are dancing and waiting to take their rest. White green and red all donated from down south.

Sky is dark the moon is new
Deities are dressed in yellow and midnight blue
Around their leis bumblebees flew
Coming for darsana devotees beamed
Such joy presenting themselves for by the Lord to be seen
who really is the premadhama?
From the asrama through the trees Gecko and I are sprinting bowing at the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and on to see some friends through the magic of Sharmadevatta. A racer is going away at top speed. Soon there is a guy with his panniers loaded in my mirror but he's getting smaller. In the village where the locals are hoping to lure the tourists to their shops along the beach seeing sufferers and joggers parents with their kids with their dogs taking another pedaler's ramp to avoid a narrow stretch of the street to keep out of the beast's way at sunny cove a bon fire has begun between the lakes geese are honking at the natasala there is a show of hands and a cruiser platoon is dismounting to wait in the line Gecko takes leave to get his shop ready for moving I circle the reviewing stand where the cruiser king is in his throne treacherous triangle is quiet for a Thursday so I get through quick on to the other pedaler's ramp to talk to the bear on to the wharf road under the first highway where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa is calling and smiling while I fold my palms and sprint back to the sandhya only a few quail are there to welcome me,
Orange and purple with Giridhari in so much orange one of this outfit's names is Krsna is a brahmacari. Offered at Guru Maharaja's disappearance this evening under the new moon they are ready to dance under the stars.

Superstar is this outfit's name
It was offered on Gaura Purnima day
Advaita Gosai had worshiped Salagram and began to pray
with loud calls a petition we remember well
month of Phalguna lunar eclipse as night fell
the time Mahaprabhu came down
arati bells were ringing
the time Mahaprabhu came down
devotees were singing
gaura premanandi hari hari bol!
Like the outfits before this it was sewn by hand
Like Giridhari before him, Mahaprabhu wears a silk turban
It was offered on Gaura Purnima
The time Mahaprabhu came down
Arati bels were ringing
The time Mahaprabhu came down
Devotees were singing
Gaura premanandi hari hari bol
Tube rose and full rose making the leis
A little longer today
Who can understand such play?
Gecko and I take out for the highway where more friends are waiting. Come one come all is there playing a flying vee. They're looking over stickers to take to oh rain again. Over the first highway on the way to the shop where Gecko takes leave. I continue around the traders and Saint Dagwood's park. The reviewing stand is waiting with cruisers judging. The harbor is full boats have come in for the night. The tennis park is on the right as I take the toad road. the bear is hoping that one day I can feed him. The frontage road takes me around to another bridge over the first highway and past a shopping precinct. The main road delivers me to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where the kalarupa is trying once again to keep up with me back for the sandhya.
On the way back a couple of deer look up as I pass. since I'm on my way to the sandhya I inquire “o deer dough! Have you seen Krsna?” when will he pass this way? The Deities dress up in their nightdress of the same name and dance all night long.

Devotees told me the peacock taught Giridhari how to be a dancer
To understand it will bring such benefit
Certainly will bring about thought control
Instead of chodders Giridhari and Mahaprabhu have cloaks
Draped over their shoulders they're decorated with flowers
A peacock feather on his head and reflecting in my soul
Yes the peacock taught him how to dance and I'm his eternal servant
I pray for the yoga maya will call me in her role.
Roses, petals and a few mums make the leis
held in Gandharvika's molten gold, soft as silk hands while she plays
Gecko and I are off to a long trip down the highway. Tree dandy big shoes are under camouflage as usual. Lots of talk there today minister of… after some time the post office of Mahamuni takes Gecko and I around to the campa hatti hill and into the village. The point of the hook leads down to the way to the beach where the sufferers have huddled together after coming out of the water. One pedaler has his rig done up like some kind of chopper hmm is trying to sneak through the red light in front of Gecko and I who have the green. The natasala is off for a couple of days. Gecko takes his leave at the shop, which will be moving soon. I pass the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot to the harbor. Right there between the lakes where the fires are roaring. The pitch is on the right where a game is going on. The wharf road is there where a team member is training alone. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa welcomes my bow and the kalarupa tries to keep up with me. Near the asrama a deer comes out from the bushes and is running beside me for a few feet 'till it runs over the brook.
Bhakta Blade is on hand this evening. As he enters the altar the crowns are falling to their faces and the wigs along with the sila's umbrellas are spinning. The wigs and umbrellas are steadied and the crowns replaced when the Deities are in their “Pralada-a-dad “ nightdress and they have gotten into their beds decorated with flowers.

the patterns were drawn with tender care
but the tailor’s face was stern
to make it your way just isn’t my style
you’ll have to take what you get
but Janmastami day is coming soon
there’s no more time left
seamstress says she can make it happen
make both the lord and his devotee smile
leis of petals, whole roses and lilies fragrance floating in the air
Gecko and I are on the highway when the pontifical B.C. says “come here, I’m just leaving” discussion among friends of outfit names and such. The lion’s park to the snob hill around the village one time to see the sufferers there. The point of the hook, between the lakes on to the natasala where there are people waiting in line while Gecko takes leave. A racer is pedaling along with a recreational as I make my way to the navapatra. As I pass the pitch on the right on my way to the wharf road a pair of tourists with trailers behind them are talking to decide if they are on the right road. Under the first highway I go on my way to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa that sees me fold my palms. The Kalarupa is waiting to pace me to the sandhya. Another deer is there to meet me and take me back as the kalarupa departs.
Oh call it baby blue, this nightdress from Radhastami some time ago, answers the question “should a blue God dress in white?” They are ready early to take their rest under the overcast evening sky.

After the mahatsava my consciousness awoke
Contemplated what my Guru spoke
that opened up my eyes
carried me over the commonplace sky
to a place he had reserved for me much to my surprise
where Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari have their abode
dressed in every color of the rainbow
colors visible everywhere as they engage in their divine play
“I haven’t got all red flowers today” proclaimed the maker of the leis
“they’re yellow,” she continued
“Yes” I agreed “but there are some purple also in my gaze”
Gecko and I are off to show the pictures to our friends of the new clothes. Along the way we see some pedalers who are similarly inclined. They are on cruisers or versions called “clunkers” in C.A. Swinging through the village and getting to the point of the hook there comes a team in full race practice so they have no time to return greetings. Between the lakes are people setting up for a party and others just out to see the sufferers. At the tennis park Gecko takes leave and I continue to the toad road. Next is the navapatra where a parishioner is giving “share massages”. In the lot outside is another trying to get my attention. I try to make it someone else’s face then I recognize and return the “hi sign”. The kalarupa appears saying it’s time to go. So he herds me back to the wharf road and to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa to make sure I make it in time.
In the ninth of the waning moon of kartik this nightdress was offered. The Thakuras seem to enjoy stay up late dancing and dancing into the night of the ekadasi day

Playing in Goloka
Time for the yuga avatar
When the avatar comes
Krsna preme will flow
Srimati Gandharvika seeing Giridhari crash to the ground
No, I can’t stand it I’m going have to cover you
With yellow your whole body ‘round
Yellow and blue combine as green
Gecko and I go off to the spacey place where the friends are celebrating Janmastami. Gecko and talk with the folks and smile at new clothes. From the main street to the lion’s park and up the campa hatti hill left to the village and on to the coast line while the smoke from fires are in the air sufferers are still out life goes on pedaling and pedaling to the corner around to the reviewing stand Gecko comes back to the pedaler’s ramp and sees the bear on the way to the wharf road under the first highway where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees Gecko and I bow in respect hammering up to the sandhya.
Ending at midnight in the new dress, when I feel my strength is almost gone, one laughs at the end of my prema dhavani oh Giridhari up in Goloka smile down upon this one
On Sri Vyasa Puja we pray to our spiritual father
Evevated in dedication smile down on your disciople
Engage us in your service let us chant and have some fun
Seeing the parrots on their mukuts, Gandharvika’s skirt and veil
Giiridhari’s cloak and Mahaprabhu’s chodder on this day they changed from kirta to vests and the devotees just wanted to back to home
Leis of fresh picked roses and lilies collected from “the land”
the festival turned out so grand
a quick dart to the edge of the cyberspace to show friends dear
the outfit the Thakuras got this year.
Over the first highway to the clank of the aluminum bat on to the whaler’s who like to salute Gecko and I going by.
Natasala is dark right now Gecko takes leave at the shop
I circle Saint Dagwood’s park on the way to the harbor. Between the lakes where the sufferers go to collect their driftwood the pitch is on the left while I take the right to the wharf road this time passing under the first highway the ratha-bhojana-vrksa is surprised that I have ventured a far and now the kalarupa pulls me to the sandhya where bunnies are scurrying away.
After the long festival Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari take off their new dress for their Hiranyakasipu, gold and soft bed night dress happy to have a quiet night to end the festival of both Giridhari and one of his topmost devotees.

Srimati Gandharvika serves from dusk to dawn
All obstacles crossed beyond
Let me become a pawn
Helping her be there with bells on
Pink lilies, roses, petals and star gazers
make the leis
long but sometimes the thakuras like them that way
all obstacles crossed beyond
let me become a pawn
helping her be there with bells on
light green, purple and gold
fabric and style that breaks the mold
offered on Radhastami may I be so bold
to ask all obstacles crossed beyond
let me become a pawn
helping her be there with bells on
Gecko and I take off quickly for the spacey highway once there many friends are there and lots of talk goes on. The snob hill exit comes and Gecko and I go into the village to see the tourists smiling and waving and looking so fine. Along the coast line the sufferers are joking and everybody is asking the question why. There are cruisers and fixed gear people, racers and leisure folks too. The natasala has a show in progress and Gecko takes his leave. I head down the pedaler’s ramp to meet the bear and head to the navapatra. The pitch is on the right as the wharf road approaches. Under the first highway the ratha-bhojana-vrksa accepts my bow and the kalarupa takes me to the sandhya. A deer meets me and follows me with great curiosity until a local kukura gets up and barks.
A lion on the chase ferocious and fierce but then with the cubs gentle so this one offered on Nrsimhacaturdasi is for the lion on the chase not allowing anything to endanger the bhakti latta planted by SGM.

The devotees
came along the RGR
To the SCSSA
When they got there what did they see?
The asrama Thakuras wearing pink and green
Toped by coronas from Gaura Purnima
Giridhari’s face framed by wonderful wonderful earrings
His leis had a tail to tell as devotees gathered in
What is it’s name? Aruna hara posse rides again
Gecko and I are sprinting past the ratha-bhojana-vrksa to make the information reservoir. A few friends are there talking and I urge my sinister handed friends to enjoy the next day. Someone is having a discussion of careful health. A cruiser or two are by the lion’s park they mock Gecko and I going by but they can’t keep pace. Through the village still laughing about the cruisers to the beach and seeing the sufferers. The natasala has a show happening. The Gecko takes his leave and I have to hammer all the way to the pedaler’s ramp. The bear cheers me on as I sprint for the wharf road. coming up to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa I bow my head and the kalarupa pedals beside me to keep me on pace for the sandhya.
The lotus nails is the nightdress. A relatively simple sari for Gandharvika and coat for Giridhari Mahaprabhu has a straightforward dhoti, kirta, chodder. It is quick to dress them this evening they must be tired and ready for the night pastimes after an eventful day.

On the night Mahaprabhu was born, the lion was in the jotish cakra
And at the moment of birth he was there too.
The moon was hiding himself by an eclipse
So the people gathered 'round chanting to offset inauspiciousness
The jotish foretold he will save the world
A blue ribbon personality courageous and bold
From his golden complexion to the chanting 'Hari' that made him smile
He was known as Gaurahari from his days as a young child
Roses, sumanas flowers and mums make the leis fluffy not stuffy
such joy to behold
Gecko and I take off for the highway where the boy genius is waiting. Wanting to have some messages delivered in the week he feels as if he's waited too long. I suggest that he may be able to send them to his destination and he says I may have saved the idea. On the way to the village a team is ahead. The two roadies come up behind and tag along. The sufferers are coming out of the water when Gecko and I pass by. Between the lakes the geese honk and the sufferers glance. At the natasala Gecko takes leave. I circle the trader and pass the reviewing stand. Taking the ramp to see the bear I go left on the wharf road. Under the first highway and the ratha-bhojana-vrksa watches me bow my head. The kalarupa chases me to the sandhya.
Bhakta Blade and I fit the Janmastami outfit. Mahaprabhu's pants are a little big and we decide I'll have to say something to the seamstress. In the end Vamsi dasa Babaji rides a horse of a different color into Maraktamani Puri talking like a pirate.

The queen of devotion met with her friends
and they decided to go
to hood of the field of the highest bhajan
where even the smallest service will grow
they want to bring him back
leis are made with tender care
roses, mums, sumanas flowers don’t pretend
take him from the royal scene
back to the bank of a river in the shade of vetasi trees
they want to bring him back
Gecko and I sprint to the highway where after some time Mahamuni comes to join the roadies. One there sees signs that he has taken the occupation of a barber. Shortly the exit comes to cross the first highway. The whalers are chanting and chanting. Around the loop of the treacherous triangle by the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. The tennis park is on the right as Gecko and I fly by. Gecko takes leave at the toad road. I hammer down to the navapatra. The pitch is also on the right where people are in the fourth quarter. A pedaler on the opposite side of the wharf road says “I see you everywhere” but I don’t know them. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa is waiting to see me fold my palms and the kalarupa is sure to chase me to the sandhya. Just the bunnies are there to greet my return.
Often times there are names for the tirthas and this one comes in the place where the Ganges does not flow so call this nightdress baby blue. Mahaprabhu seems to want to stay up as late as possible by not allowing the sash to fit between his left arm and his body. After a little while of this game he relents and they take rest in a bed decorated with aromatic flowers.

He’s a smooth dancing actor
The peacocks taught him how
Chodder floats on the breeze
brings his devotees to their knees
oh please!
Reveal yourself to me!
Yes he’s a smooth dancing actor
Gandharvika’s reflects inner light like a finely polished mirror
Offered for Janmastami day
steals our fickle minds away
roses, petals, mums make the leis
oh please!
Reveal yourself to me!
Gecko and I hammer past the ratha-bhojana-vrksa on the way to the highway. Tree dandi big shoes is there under camouflage. While speaking in riddles Tree dandi big shoes takes leave. When the exit for the campa hatti comes along wharf road takes a left in to the village. Along the coastline to the sufferer thakura many are out on the sunny afternoon there goes the guy with the stuffed Chihuahua on his helmet. Gecko and I grin. Then there are a pair of pedalers on cruisers says hey. At the sufferer thakura, who has a fresh lei today, four or five tourists have their maps out and their panniers open asking if it’s really true time stopped here in nineteen seventy-two. The natural bridge has a sea lion making a joyful noise. As Della, wearing her new jersey, approaches it’s time to make the right to the beach hill. The mountain men are testing their skills on the ramps below. The leaping monque turns a pirouette while the roadies pass by. Left at the corner sprinting to the reviewing stand next Gecko takes his leave. I slide through the treacherous triangle easily ‘cause it’s Sunday. It’s the Sugmeister general heading the welcoming party today. I see Mahaprabhu drinking a pina colada at vaikalika bhoga and his hair is agreeably negligent.
Taking darsana of Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari in their creamy white, smooth as milk, with the red Chinese silk with flowers embroidered is the touch that kills desire for all other sites available to the eyes.

Silk turban and sequin cloak
Light reflecting from the rhinestone crowns
Showing what this life is truly worth
Gauranga’s vest Gandharvika’s valance skirt
Vastra vsesa abhiranam white, yellow and gold
Showing what this life is truly worth
Leis by a special guest flowers picked with a raffle touch
Roses, petals, and a couple of pink flowers
Showing what this life is truly worth
Colors picked by SGM
Offered on Vyasa Puja celebration of his birth
Showing what this life is truly worth
Gecko and I off to the highway crossing the main street hitting the entrance Alone today short conversation there. Next to see the trader who has handfuls groceries and such fun. The beasts holding the roadies to the curb all the way to the avenue back to the main street. Back to the southland where Gecko takes his leave crossing the main street back to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa I bow my head there and give chase to the kalarupa to the sandhya. Just the bunnies to greet me as I come to the ceremony
Gold and soft bed is the nightdress soft and supple good for the evening pastimes. Yellow and gold but without white Dressing quickly so as not to have to keep anyone awake longer than necessary..

Call came said make the arati late
At Gaura Purnima devotees had to wait
to see the Deities dressed in the purple
that priests wear at Easter
near Saint Patrick’s day
why did things have to be this way?
Devotees begged, Devotees argued using naya
and pleaded with pujariji to open up the curtain
roses both full and petals in orange along with purple dahlias
make the leis that dance in the same place the Thakuras do
doesn’t that amazeya?
Gecko and I take off know it will be a fast one today. At the highway we only have time to talk to one person. Then the bridge over the first highway comes up and Gecko and I go on to the clank of the aluminum bat. The whalers are cheering as the roadies go past on the way to the harbor. Between the lakes where the geese are honking Gecko takes leave and I continue to the trader. Around Saint Dagwood’s park and back to the redone road. The tennis park is on the right with the toad road coming up fast. From the toad road to the wharf road right under the first highway this time The ratha-bhojana-vrksa watches me bow my head while passing and the kalarupa pushes me to the sandhya the kernel of divine love is there to greet me along with the several bunnies that scurry across the path.
Deep within the far off jungle, the nightdress from Nrsimhacaturdasi once upon a time, Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari dance into the night under the starry skies as they take evening rest.

Let’s all go and see
Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari
At the kirtan we watched all the devotees joyously dancing
with the ghee wicks bright glare,
handkerchief tossed in the air
gave all a chance to see what the Deities wear
leis of roses and agapanthus flowers too
swaying in the direction the Deities do
what do say? Is that tomorrow?
Or just the end of time?
The highway is jammed as Gecko and I get on. A few new friends are there. Talking with each one for a time the exit for the point of the hook takes the roadies through the village and then between the lakes to the harbor. The natasala is ready for the show and at the shop Gecko takes leave. There are a fleet of cruisers at the reviewing stand. The treacherous triangle is packed so I have to slither through to the ramp carefully dodging the beasts and the storm drains. The pitch is on the right as I sprint to the wharf road. Under the first highway to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa who likes to see me bow my head there the kalarupa paces me to the sandhya who is besides himself that I have once again returned on time.
They dance late into the night. It’s a miracle mom! Some how I am able to get them into their beds decorated with aromatic flowers just suitable for their pastimes.

Full moon over Nadia like a white rabbit
Mahaprabhu appeared during the eclipse
inside the blackish color like the pock marks
covered with the molten gold emotions
brings a subtler plane to our sight
takes away illusion’s darkest night
descends to make our prospect bright
Ganga-Yamuna, silver and gold
Giridhari’s lei tickles his knees
made from whole roses and leaves
sways in the dance between Gandharvika and Mahaprabhu
most merciful avatar it’s true
The spacey highway calls Gecko and I to see who’s who. Friends talk together when the leaping monque exit comes up. With people celebrating the eclipse may miss Balarama’s birthday party but there are plenty of people out bathing and giving charity counteracting the downside. The roadies point to the hook and on between the lakes. As Gecko and I do the boats are out in the harbor. At the natasala people are going in for the first show. Gecko takes leave to the shop and I hammer to the bear and beyond to the wharf road that takes me under the first highway. The rath-bhojana-vrksa takes me while there is still time to catch the kalarupa and make the sandhya on time.
Srila Nila was here this evening. Dressing them quickly enough he ran into stories from disturbing elements. He’s happy for the outfit specific jewelry. The radhastami dress is a little tricky to put on them but he can do it mostly. Pale green and silver tonight he remembers to put on the jewelry but can’t find a pujari pin to prop up Giridhari’s crown. He finds it and he and the Lord are ready for rest after the big party in honor of the older brother, Balarama