I was born at the stroke of midnight
When the cats had all been chased away
Go upstairs put on some tilak ready for the last muhurta of the day
Join with the devotees in sankirtan as I all to seldom do
Guru Maharaja appeared at midnight to one day come to our rescue
White and yellow roses in the leis
Picked locally while thinking globally
Yellow one aromatizing the whole atmosphere
Blending with the white in so charmoniously
Om paramahamsa thakura does the basic dressing
added the new twist of a silver flute,
still when it came to abharanam
he called in the old ojha to show
spells he does not yet know
with a wave of the vamya hasta
along with the wink of the nayanam
the puja came to idam sarvam
Gecko and I on another quick mission to the highway find only a few friends to play with. After that meeting on to the lion’s park where there is a gathering of philosophers discussing the merits of artificial turf. On the way to the village a team in training flies by with an unspoken challenge and so Gecko and I give chase. Keeping pace until they turn off for the cement boat. Gecko and I go back along to the point of the hook and encounter some slower cruisers. At the natasala the line has formed for the first show. Gecko has to take a leave at the shop as I continue around the corner. Some folks are there handing tickets out for going home. Friends come to the end and go for the next place. Just ahead of me is a pedaler on a rusty-chained bmx. I go by and look over to see he’s as contented as Max’s cow. So I let him continue smiling big and wide. The bear greets me on the way to the wharf road where I cross under the first highway. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa watches as I again bow my head in respect. The kalarupa is pushing me to make the sandhya who applauds as I come in just in time.
The fog creeps in and cools the night. The moon is waxing and stars are out tonight. Deep within the far off jungle is the nightdress. Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are eager to engage in their pastimes and let me dress them quickly.
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