Seamstress came from a northern island
In time to make the outfit for Gaura Purnima
Picture here, a poster there
Still the question what color will they wear?
the young girl said “yellow and red”
murka knew to make his puja complete
he had to touch his head to the Deity’s feet
turned back and heard a young girl tweet
“yellow and red” they’d look so sweet
sumanas flowers and roses in the leis
and no they’re not “yellow and red”
waiting to get on the highway while Murka talks to friends to pass the time. Touring through the southland. To the snob hill and through the village to the hook of the point The navapatra has a bar that gives all profits to a group of Indians one of the folks asks what version of pedals to get for ‘round town the wharf road comes along and the ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls out to come to the sandhya the kernel of divine love is there to meet me and ask about my light but I demonstrate the kinetic light on my front wheel.
Om paramahamsa thakura comes in early still it was a quiet night as the Thakuras slip into their nightdress quickly and easily. Only a few flags on the plays to slow things a bit.

In the land of sweet water where I was born
Just before the early morn
Sing with joy the pastimes of Mahaprabhu
Brother posted door-keeping ghosts back
even if they take the form of a cat
sing with joy the pastimes of Mahaprabhu
falling as if from the top of a tree
to hear Vrndavana is for the shallow thinkers
I fell head over heels to
Sing with joy the pastimes of Mahaprabhu
leis of roses and leaves come a little late
freesias all from the maker's garden
no need for pardon
pick freely for Sacimatta's darlin'
sing with joy the pastimes of Mahaprabhu
straight for the highway Murka and I are talking for a short while with friends there on line. 4 o'clock comes vaikalika time uttistha uttistha
get them up from afternoon nap fruit and change of dress throw open the curtain to see all awaiting. All along the beach sufferers are staking their claims to waves. The recumbent pedalers are there again winking a smile to Murka and I. Between the lakes are the geese flapping their wings at passers by. Natasala is ready for the first show and people line up around the corner. I take leave at the shop and Murk flies around the next corner to the school and reviewing stand. The treacherous triangle takes an extra minute to get through and the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot has lots of customers on the warm afternoon. The redone road takes him to the main street and left to answer the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa bow his head and chase the kalarupa to the sandhya. Mahamuni is driving sideways looking like he's leaving Murk goes to the back path that leads to the red barn. Then the ceremony begins as all take five.
Under the shade of the eucalyptus grove the Thakuras are dancing in fun until well beyond the day being done 'till tomorrow get up and start it all again.
Follow the premes down to the asrama on the sagar
Where pepul trees touch the udila aruna
Everyone swoons taking darsana of the thakuras
dressed in sumanas flowers bursting so incredibly high
a Gaura Purnima outfit made Mahaprabhu smile
offering a sumanas flower at his pada padma makes reaction mild
pleasing Gurudeva, the devotees rave
roses, petals, leaves with center star gazers
tickling their toes are these colorful leis
entering and leaving the highway as quick as a wink Murka and I dash through the snob hill and the campa hatti. The point of the hook doesn't call today it screams. The clarion call draws Murka and I in spite of the ticking clock. Sufferers are coming out early due to the chill. Kukuras are the order of the day. Everyone is walking with their favorite companions. Also many pedalers out in the cooler early evening beating the heat as the sun goes down At the natasala I take my leave, leaving Murka to negotiate the treacherous triangle on his own He takes the straight shot to the pedaler's ramp and tosses the bear a samosa the bear claps the wharf road take him under the first highway while the ratha-bhojana-vrksa beckons the kalarupa chases him to the sandhya who has a herd of reindeer to urge him to start the ceremony.
The heat of the day ends in a cool evening where the Thakuras wear the soft silk and chiffon Hiranyakasipu nightdress for smooth dancing and swirling under the stars and the waxing moon.
Ahh the parrots in Vrndavana
Fly down to Mahaprabhu's hand
They talk of the divine couple
and the comparison of their love
sing with joy Mahaprabhu's glory!
Who is topmost? The conversation goes
Krsna without Radha seems to be incomplete
sing with joy Mahaprabhu's glory!
Each lei today is different, free and flowing long
Freesia for Mahaprabhu, Giridhari sumanas and thin roses
Gandharvika has the fluffy one showing the maker's heart
Even Sri Venu has one of sumanas, roses and lilies
Bowing to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa Murka and I turn on to the main street and cross over the first highway. Passing the clank of the aluminum bat field the whalers sing while the roadies pass. At the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot take the left to the broad way. Crossing over Saint Dagwood's river and taking the left to the beach hill Murka and I salute the sufferer thakura who is wearing a fresh lei. There are lots of sufferers at the steamer's alley along with sea lions on the little rock. At the natural bridge take the right then the left to make it to see Seymour's museum. The great blue whale is being climbed on by some young children at the navapatra the highway is a too crowded to enter. Back to the railroad bridge overlooking the mountain men in their park At the shop I take leave and Murka hammers ahead to the pedaler's ramp. Through the lot behind the hospital all along the main street again crossing the first highway to Cyrus Space a couple of friends talk with Murka then he hears the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa again the kalarupa can just keep up today as the deer are eating from the hand of Om Paramahamsa Thakura when he arrives for the sandhya.
A recycler. This one was originally offered in a brown dress with peacock appliqués but the seamstress never did like it all that much and one day she saw some other colors with it and the shears came down. It reappeared on the ninth day of the waning moon of Kartik, Guru Maharaja's appearance day. Tonight they dance in the fog in that one. The outfit like their pastimes is ever-fresh.

Gandharvika is her name
She’s Giridhari’s topmost servitor
It’s certain no one else can make that claim
Time for Giridhari’s seva
She’ll be there with bells on
Time for Giridhari’s seva
be late? Not ever!
Offered on Radhastami
everyone was quick to come see
the seamstress’ pride and joy
she doesn’t want to know the name given by the pujari boy!
Time for Griidhari’s seva
She’ll be there with bells on
time for Giridhari’s seva
be late? Not ever!
Red clarinet flowers make the leis
fits precisely under Giridhari’s left arm
Murka and I find the entrance to the highway to full so its off around the lion’s park and the campa hatti. The wharf road takes the two along the beach to the point of the hook. A recumbent is there pedaling evenly he smiles and waves as Murka and I pass. The harbor is empty the boats taking people out to beat the heat. The natasala has another day of waiting for the next show. At the shop I take leave and Murka goes around the reviewing stand where the king is on watch. He goes to the redone road and makes the left to keep the tennis park on the right. At the navapatra the highway opens up and friends speak there. The time for the sandhya is coming up fast so it’s around the corner with the pitch on the right under the first highway heading the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and the kalarupa to slide in under the tag of Mahamuni who is there to greet Murka and call him out if he can’t beat the clock.
A lion on the chase is the nightdress. Nrsimha caturdasi outfit once again in memory of Nrsimhadeva following Hiranyakasipu in their fight purple and green colors float upon the air from their swirling and dancing all night long.

I hear the rivers of nectar overflowing
When you see the black stars on Giridhari’s dhoti
Come for darsana today it’s sure tit will bring new life
There’s a dark moon out tonight
Bumblebees on Gandharvika’s veil
Leaves all other ides of beauty pale
Come to arati today it’s for sure it will bring new light
It’s amavasa to night
“leis are very humble today”
“five dozen roses just wouldn’t do” I heard the maker say
but still come for arati today it’s sure it will bring new light
it’s amavasa tonight
after talking with a few friends Murka and I are at the corner of main street and big street. What a surprise! The construction is complete enough that the rough road is smooth. So on to the wharf. The sufferers are there to beat the heat and the tourists are looking for a magic weekend. Some mountain men are pedaling through the sand on the beach while the sea gulls listen. The natasala is in the middle of the second show as I take leave and Murka sprints for the asrama. Another tandem then a couple of pedalers out for fun together The ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls him back the kalarupa is there to guide him to the sandhya who welcomes him among a pack of deer
Deep within the far off jungle, the nightdress for tonight, Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are cooling from the heat of the day. New moon means dancing all night long under the stars. The white dress with olive and red trim is easier to see in the dark of night.
Arghh mates! From the madhuvrata dark moon
to Nadiya Sasadhara
the full moon over Nadia
like a white rabbit
bringing the light of the holy name
chanting in every town and village
all around the globe
silver for the Yamuna gold for the Ganga
was an easy choice to title this outfit
apples and rose hips in the leis along with roses
Bougainvillea
Nadia Sasahara
Taking off from the asrama to Davey Jones’ locker. Over the first highway to the campa hatti Left at the hospital curve keeping the tennis park on the left. Between the lakes the geese honk at the roadies going by. At the windmill there appears to be a conference of pedal tourists. That’s the first time I’ve seen any life there in three months. More tandems today along the beach dodging the construction that still looms. The pitch has a game going on with a few pedalers in attendance but Murka and I are going along the wharf road and under the first highway to the main street. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls out as I take my leave and Murka follows the call. Kalarupa kicks off his shoes and goes barefoot chasing Murka who is there in time but not enough time for the SJ express. At the last minute the Peach Profit and his flock took me over there.
Once again after the long day Hiranyakasipu came along as the nightdress to give Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari relief from the “fatigue” and allow them to dance to their fullest satisfaction throughout the evening.
Usually arati is spot on
But sometimes it’s fashionably late
Once begun emotion causes the devotees to faint
on Gaura Purnima when eyes looked their first upon
This Easter of Patrick the Saint
Flowers are scarce, fall is here again
Off to Fran the flower man
Coming back to school she makes the lies
“I was short last time” so he gives lots today
like the day eyes looked their first
on this Gaura Purnima outfit they shouted hooray!
For Easter of Patrick the Saint
No time for the Cyrus space today.. So Murka and I cross over the first highway past the clank of the aluminum bat field. The whalers they all came out and Miurka and felt so happy on the way to the trader’s today. The Saint Dagwood’s park is full of folks enjoying the sun this afternoon. Families pedaling along the Saint Dagwood’s rive trail. That used to be such a dangerous ride as far as the Murka thought. Maybe with their parents along it’s not so tough. Back around to the corner to the reviewing stand. The cruiser king is happy to see all the cruisers going by and surprised to see Murka and I, the two roadies, in the midst of them all. Taking leave there to join in the moving preparations. Murka turns at the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. He takes a left on the redone road keeping the harbor on his right. Left to keep the tennis spark also to the right he goes on to the toad road. The toad joins later in a short sprint to the pitch. There he takes leave and Murka goes on along the wharf road under the first highway to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and the Kalarupa who has kicked off his shoes and is pedaling barefoot up to the asrama where the sandhya is meeting Murka with the deer.
This evening it’s the touch that kills. When chanting of the mahamantra comes pure then Krsna is dancing on the tongue having eliminated all desires for ordinary enjoyment in this world. Creamy red with flowers embroidered on the red.
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Advaita Acarya see the world as it was began thinking
About how the world’s needed to be flossed
Without Mahaprabhu’s appearance soon the whole thing
Would be lost
Then in Goloka Sri Krsna contemplated thus
“it’s been now so long since I’ve given the potion
of pure devotion
then out on the night of the full moon in the joytish cakra
the lion arose
and at the time of Mahaprabhu’s appearance
the lion was on the clock
Leis of full roses pink, orange and yellow
Elegant as fine jewelry light symmetrical and oh so mellow
Out on the night of the full moon in the joytish cakra
The lion arose
and as Mahaprabhu appeared
the lion was on the clock
bowing to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa across the main street the highway is there and a few friends speak with Murka. The lion’s park is there and the campa hatti. Pointing to the hook the cruisers are in force. Murka and I weave in and out between the lakes to the natasala rounding the corner I have to take leave to check the work in the new shop. Murka continues to the pedaler’s ramp to greet the bear. The trader calls him over. Crossing the big street a pair of roadies jump past but he catches them on the hill. The pair sneak across to the stop sign and jump him again but they slow up at the ramp to the snob hill where Murka over takes them again. Though the roadies don’t take the ramp they don’t pass Murka again. Ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls out and Murka folds his palms and the kalarupa takes him to the asrama as the twilight is ending.
“Whoa! Om Paramahamsa Thakura what are you doing?” I asked that to point out to him that he was putting the day clothes right back on Srimati Gandharvika just having taken them off. He had asked me what I had done to the Tulasi skirt and though I was trying to say the skirt is elastic and I stretched it around her my tongue became wrapped around my eye teeth so I couldn’t see what I was saying and so I said the skirt is electric. No wonder this evenings nightdress is riding on a horse of a different color, Vamsi dasa babji enters Marakatamani Puri talking like a pirate
many lives I’ve had and so long been without you
many lives I’ve traveled along the golden road
many times I’ve tried to find the limit of cleverness
finally I’ve become enchanted by Gurudeva’s effervescence
praying he’ll teach me all I need to know
once upon a time in the company of friends
Giridhari showed cleverness’ very limit
speaking with friends caused one of them to look down
and while the friend was looking down
Giridhari drew on their chest dolphins in water sports
turning frowns upside down
free spirit leis as usual for these Wednesdays
a quick one to the main street. Crossing over the first highway on the way to the hospital curve and then the tennis park is on the left as Murka and I over take a lone mountain man between the lakes the sufferers are along the beach in the warm afternoon. Cruisers are at the point of the hook and there are a couple of teams there too. Murka and I over take the cruisers easily and follow along with the teams holding solid place in the middle of the pack. The wharf road sees that I have to take leave and Murka needs to go under the first highway to the main street. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls him and he bows his head and pulls the kalarupa to the sandhya who with a party of rabbits welcomes him back for the ceremony.
The lotus nails are not a weapon so to speak but they are can take out the hard knot in the heart and allow Krsna to establish his beachhead in our hearts. If we’ll allow that he soon take the whole thing making our salvation complete.

I hear the rivers of nectar overflowing
When you see the black stars on Giridhari's dhoti
Come for darsana today it's sure tit will bring new life
There's a dark moon out tonight
Bumblebees on Gandharvika's veil
Leaves all other ides of beauty pale
Come to arati today it's for sure it will bring new light
It's amavasa to night
“leis are very humble today”
“five dozen roses just wouldn't do” I heard the maker say
but still come for arati today it's sure it will bring new light
it's amavasa tonight
after talking with a few friends Murka and I are at the corner of main street and big street. What a surprise! The construction is complete enough that the rough road is smooth. So on to the wharf. The sufferers are there to beat the heat and the tourists are looking for a magic weekend. Some mountain men are pedaling through the sand on the beach while the sea gulls listen. The natasala is in the middle of the second show as I take leave and Murka sprints for the asrama. Another tandem then a couple of pedalers out for fun together The ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls him back the kalarupa is there to guide him to the sandhya who welcomes him among a pack of deer
Deep within the far off jungle, the nightdress for tonight, Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are cooling from the heat of the day. New moon means dancing all night long under the stars. The white dress with olive and red trim is easier to see in the dark of night.
Arghh mates! From the madhuvrata dark moon
to Nadiya Sasadhara
the full moon over Nadia
like a white rabbit
bringing the light of the holy name
chanting in every town and village
all around the globe
silver for the Yamuna gold for the Ganga
was an easy choice to title this outfit
apples and rose hips in the leis along with roses
Bougainvillea
Nadia Sasahara
Taking off from the asrama to Davey Jones' locker. Over the first highway to the campa hatti Left at the hospital curve keeping the tennis park on the left. Between the lakes the geese honk at the roadies going by. At the windmill there appears to be a conference of pedal tourists. That's the first time I've seen any life there in three months. More tandems today along the beach dodging the construction that still looms. The pitch has a game going on with a few pedalers in attendance but Murka and I are going along the wharf road and under the first highway to the main street. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls out as I take my leave and Murka follows the call. Kalarupa kicks off his shoes and goes barefoot chasing Murka who is there in time but not enough time for the SJ express. At the last minute the Peach Profit and his flock took me over there.
Once again after the long day Hiranyakasipu came along as the nightdress to give Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari relief from the “fatigue” and allow them to dance to their fullest satisfaction throughout the evening.
Usually arati is spot on
But sometimes it's fashionably late
Once begun emotion causes the devotees to faint
on Gaura Purnima when eyes looked their first upon
This Easter of Patrick the Saint
Flowers are scarce, fall is here again
Off to Fran the flower man
Coming back to school she makes the lies
“I was short last time” so he gives lots today
like the day eyes looked their first
on this Gaura Purnima outfit they shouted hooray!
For Easter of Patrick the Saint
No time for the Cyrus space today.. So Murka and I cross over the first highway past the clank of the aluminum bat field. The whalers they all came out and Miurka and felt so happy on the way to the trader's today. The Saint Dagwood's park is full of folks enjoying the sun this afternoon. Families pedaling along the Saint Dagwood's rive trail. That used to be such a dangerous ride as far as the Murka thought. Maybe with their parents along it's not so tough. Back around to the corner to the reviewing stand. The cruiser king is happy to see all the cruisers going by and surprised to see Murka and I, the two roadies, in the midst of them all. Taking leave there to join in the moving preparations. Murka turns at the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. He takes a left on the redone road keeping the harbor on his right. Left to keep the tennis spark also to the right he goes on to the toad road. The toad joins later in a short sprint to the pitch. There he takes leave and Murka goes on along the wharf road under the first highway to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and the Kalarupa who has kicked off his shoes and is pedaling barefoot up to the asrama where the sandhya is meeting Murka with the deer.
This evening it's the touch that kills. When chanting of the mahamantra comes pure then Krsna is dancing on the tongue having eliminated all desires for ordinary enjoyment in this world. Creamy red with flowers embroidered on the red.
Coming for darsana Thakuras dressed in red silk embroidered with peacock feathers
Hearing the promise of the new initiates
Whoa! What did they say?
So we took the words out of the fire, held them up to the light
Look! You’ll never sleep during the day!
And isn’t a comfort to know that’s your best friend
Who plays as a cowboy in Vraja, and
Is also the parama isvara
Pujari pedaling through Nadia bicycle made from altar tubing
When an officer pulls up beside and says “hey! You missed that stop sign!”
So I sweep up the octagon from under his wheel and untangle his words from my sikha
And isn’t a comfort to know that’s your best friend
Who plays as a cowboy in Vraja and
Is also the parama isvara
In the red silk embroidered with peacock feathers
Sometimes a cold coming on can take you where pedals don’t usually go. The highway was empty again today. Over the first highway to the curve with the tennis park on the left The harbor has the boats mostly in ‘cause of the week day around to the natasala where I take leave and Murka goes through the treacherous triangle past the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. The redone road and right between the lakes where the sufferers are building bon fires to keep warm. The windmill is dark again turning at the sunny cove sprinting ahead with a tandem ahead and a team coming up fast. Along the beach to the wharf road. Under the first highway being called by the ratha-bhojana-vrksa to hammner to the sandhya trailing the kalarupa today
Bengal east where the maths are all baby blue where the Ganges doesn’t flow is called the Radhadesa and this nightdress from Radhastami is called baby blue cause the a blue God sometimes wears white

Coming in for arati short of breath
Aroma of incense in the air
listening to the devotees kirtan
what a rush of greatness
gurudeva cautions us to use this life for super benefit
for we don’t know our next destination
gurudeva tells us everything from within our hearts
leis of roses, tube roses and sunflowers that face out to shine
let the sunflowers shine their illumination into our minds
let the sunflowers shine on
to the highway murka and I go. Talking with everyone there. Mister B is the usual master of ceremonies. Exiting at the lion’s park up to the campa hatti. Left in to the village where a fixed gear head rolls by ‘cause he doesn’t stop for the sign. Along the beach to the point of the hook where cruisers are hanging out sufferers are between the lakes keeping cool the natasala is there waiting for the next show and I take leave there Murka goes along the road with the tennis park on the left the big street take Murk to the main street where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls out with the kalarupa to make sure the sandhya is happy to see the ceremony on time a student is there to be the welcoming committee.
Giridhari wears gold lemae trousers with a light purple coat
Gandharivka a red purple sari with two peacocks on the palo
Mahaprabhu has deep purple with silver flowers woven in . the seamstress’ sewing machine turns out outfits quick as the visnu sahasra nama and it’s miracle mom, how this ever got done

Contemplating Mahaprabhu’s mercy
Just how it’s unfurled
how did it ever reach this remote corner of the world
it’s almost like He had it planed
to uncover devotees in all kinds of strange lands
people come from near and far
to see Maharpabh,u dressed in the outfit called Superstar
Gandharivka-Giridhari and Sri Guru too
By appearing today your name is chanted in every village and town
spreading the whole world ‘round
bringing people from near and far
for darsana of Mahaprabhu dressed in superstar
Gandharvika-Giridhari and Sri Guru too
leis of roses petals and full one that face the world displaying their full hue
over the main street through the southland the highway is waiting to be seen. Some folks there are talking and then going on to the village where the tourists are looking for the end of the season sales. Up to the point of the hook where a mountain man is waiting to cross. As the geese honk Murka and I pass by. The natasala is quiet today without a show. I take leave of Murka he vanishes in the treacherous triangle to wind through the side streets to stay clear of the construction. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa will call him back and he’ll bow his head and join with kallarupa to make the sandhya.
and as he deer have been strolling around the grounds here long enough that now they feel at home enough to eat from the devotees hands. So this nightdress is a nice choice this evening ”Oh deer dough”

Sometimes Gurudeva chooses the color of the Deities dress
taking one above all the rest
though he might offer Gandharvika something else
this is the color he says she chooses for herself
Mahaprabhu wears mango covered for he sometimes crashes with force
Giridhari has tradition in his yellow dress of course
But this is the color she chooses for herself
Yellow is like lightening to reveal his hidden nature
blue cause it reminds her of Krsna’s own wealth
and this is the shade she chooses for herself
Leis of roses fine as any cintamani stone
Worn by the divine trio they become even more than if they are alone
Gurudeva says this is the color she chooses for herself
Murka and I are going to the highway along to see who we didn’t see yesterday. Very strange this human species. There seem to be plenty of them to talk to today Murka is just having a wonderful. Back to pedaling and it’s dodging the construction by taking all kinds of streets off the side of the side streets being careful not to careen off any into any ditches. Wow. Some how the he and I make the point of the hook where a guy on a lawn mower engine goes by. I told you they are a strange species. The harbor has the boats in since it’s late and the season is drawing to a close. Further along is the natasala where people are lined up for the show, it’s a dynamo I have to take leave there to help with the new shop and all. He goes on to the pedaler’s ramp to see the bear. That’s in the danger zone where all the construction is happening. Good luck! There’s a tandem coming the wrong direction almost forcing Murka into the line of beasts. A slower pedaler is in front for a minute till he overtakes him. The light turns red and he just about catches up but the green comes and Murka maintains his lead. The campa hatti is on the left and Murka takes the frontage road to add more distance and dodge more construction. The burned bank has a tarp on top. There’s a guy pedaling along sing a song out loud Murka smiles. There’s the big street and he goes straight to the main street. There the ratha-bhojana-vrksa shouts out and Murka follows. He folds his palms and the kalarupa takes charge to light the way in case anyone wants to shout out about that. The bunnies are there cheering the end of the day.
Pralad-a-dad from the Nrsimhacaturadasi collection nightdresses are a favorite for that day since Nrsimhadeva appeared at the twilight Thakuras wanted to stay just a little longer this evening and the deer are out in the garden with their eyes shinning in the light. Lying down for only a moment

we’re making
an outfit for Janmastami day
to keep devotees minds wandering
to the Thakura’s lotus feet
and even though the tailor made it wrong
it’s right ‘cause Krsna planned it right? how it was made
fixing the outfit in a creative way
so when devotees minds are wandering
it’s there they will go
and even though the tailor made it wrong
it’s right ‘cause Krsna planned it right? how it was made
taking the time for fixing all the things
that weren’t important to the tailor anyway
so when the devotees minds start wandering
they’ll feel good going there
but even though the tailor made wrong
it’s right ‘cause Krsna planned it right? how it was made
leis of roses and sumanas flowers
caress the Thakura’s gently bending forms
so if devotes minds go wandering
they’ll go there
so even though the tailor made it wrong
it’s right ‘cause Krsna planned it right? how it was made
light and easily from the asrama to the main street pausing to offer respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. Cyrus Liberty has many people there to talk with. Some are laughing some are celebrating birthdays and others are speaking about pictures from an exhibition. From there it’s over the first highway to hospital curve and on to the big street. Purnaana is there with adrak and keju. “Do you have our card?” a cashierette asks. As Murka pedals along with me there comes in to view a pedaler on something that looks like a hog. Wild. Soon though the puggal sprinter overtakes him. Stopping for a go light allows a fixed gear freak to pass from behind. As he goes along he puts distance on by grabbing a passing beast and in that way “drafting”. Murka the puggal sprinter throws in a few shenanigans to increase the distance. There’s a guy with a monkey holding a bottle in a paper bag on his helmet. Now there is some heavy fog/light rain falling in the faces of me and Murka so he makes the decision to start for the asrama. No epeaalers today. Very strange. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls to see the folded palms before sending the kalarupa to set the pace to the sandhya. A gaggle of girls around seven years giggles as Murka and I enter the barn and wipe down the rigs.
A remix of a day dress offered on the appearance day of Guru Maharaja the ninth day of the waxing moon of Kartik. A late night broken jewelry along with the other tricks allowed them burn the night ghee.
Seeing all the stars on Griidhari’s cloak
Like the devotes everyone has heard of
They still live in the holy tirthas
And in Caitanya Caritamrta their names
are written on palm leaves
Take care, of Ramacandra Puri
“cause if he sees you eating he just might criticize
but take shelter of Prabhu Nityananda and yours will be such a happy life
if you come to the class of Gadadhara Pandita
you’ll have to bring your own book
for the pages of his have been washed clean
by the flower petal offerings of his tears
sitting with Raghunatha dasa Goswami
might allow a taste of the highest bliss
that Ranananda Raya and Swarupa Damodara
are so fully engaged that they miss
Seeing all the stars on Giridhari’s cloak
Like the devotees everyone has heard of
Murka and I take off with just to send some mail and then to see the stars that have risen. Around the southland to the big street past the trader’s The bear greets me. Down the toad road and keeping the tennis park on the left Murka and I pass the harbor where there is a family pedaling along. Murka and I blow by and hear mom saying lookout monsters. Up over the bridge crossing Saint Dagwood’s river. After viewing the stars it’s off to the beach hill to the bhajana kutir of Bhakta Blade. I take leave of Murka at the shop and he goes around the pedaler’s ramp to the pasu asraya marg. At the main street taking a right crossing the bridge over the first highway past the market de las puglos hearing the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where he bows his head and takes up the kalarupa. He dusts the kalarupa to make it in under the tag of the sandhya.
All the temples in India seem to be some shade of this heavenly cloud blue. But Giridhari is near the same shade so he answers the musical question, “can a blue god sing the whites?” by wearing mostly white with blue trim that way the twain don’t merge. They go on to take rest and enjoy their evening sports happily

It’s a watercolor silk outfit
with lotus flowers and dragonflies
Thakuras wearing it multiplies its beauty
makes the devotees so blind they can’t see
don’t withdraw your mercy
your magic is what keeps our minds afloat
cast your spell of prema on us
let us enter into your own family life
seva takes place in our mind
so be kind and take us there by
dragonfly
roses whole and petaled meticulous leis
complete the scene today
in memory of SGM’s words Gecko and I bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa spinning by around the southland to the bridge over the first highway. Left to the frontage road keeping the trader on the right. Speaking with the bear for a short while then back to the campa hatti. Lots of motorized pedalers today, must be a convention somewhere, straight along the main street with the hospital on the left and the invisible convenience store on the right. Palms folded to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa kalarupa hustles me to the vaikalika. Out again to see if anyone on the highway needs a good talking to. At the deer house three fawns and a buck stand in the center of the road and watch Gecko and I on the approach. Closing in on them the buck goes across the street while the fawns retreat to where they came from. Sandhya greets us as the ambassador of bhakti yoga. Everyone is in as I blow the shank for the ceremony to begin.
the hiranyakasipu nightdress, a soft silky smooth dress excellent for taking rest and relieving the fatigue of the long day with a dance under the moon light

Studying from east to west
the knowledge that is best
comes from the Smooth dancing actor
all the mirth and joy
of all the girls and boys
reaches it’s height in the transcendental laughter
of the group of friends of the Smooth dancing actor
tube roses, roses, dahlias, and petals
make the leis that gently settle
on the shoulders of the Smooth dancing actor
people chasing pleasure, dodging pain
no matter what their game
dance to the flute song
of that Smooth Dancing actor
Gecko and I are around to the bridge over the first highway on to place where the fire trucks were yesterday. Some “enlightened locals” taunt Gecko and I for the pedaler appearance. Shaking it off, the vaikalika waits Gecko and I sprint past some tourists to get to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. The deer house is on the right and empty right now round the bend comes the hidden valley. The asrama is just ahead and the Thakuras rise smiling. Back to the space talking with a few folks. Update update, update now to the car park spinning around to the main street and the sandhya is sending a carrier pigeon to track down the missing cyclists. The ceremony begins on time and the songs are sung.
The takuras are dancing late tonight but do take rest before too late

Conscious so high in late October
How many wicks to light and will it take long?
After it’s done pass it around
Glorify Gurudeva while singing his song
Entering homage into a paperback
How can their words ever be wrong?
Math Thakuras peeking through curtains drawn
Follow the Angels is the name of this one
Roses, marigolds, and other fun flowers
Picked surrounding maker’s yard
Turn of a lock and we’re running scared
smile in their eyes, ever so sweet you know
glorifying Gurudeva while singing his song
Spinning along the ratha-bhojana-vrksa bowing while passing. The space has friends there waiting to talk. Over the first highway to the hospital curve on to the bear and the navapatra then the point of the hook along the beach past the trader’s up to the big street where a bank is on fire camera phones are taking pictures trucks are shooting water and ladders are up the side along the frontage road with the gecko not taking leave again today he comes to the sandhya whose hands held high greeting is a welcome sight
Om paramahamsa thakura this evening sang to me of how the waters of the Yamuna parted so the service devotee, Krsna’s desire, could be done by his highest devotees. Then the same way the devotee opened the way for them to return to their service for Krsna. By the end of his song the Thakuras has changed into their orange and purple nightdress ready a night of enjoyment.

Gurudeva’s mercy, yes! That’s the way out of here
Exclaimed a sisya throwing off his grief
Too much confusion but Guru Krpa has given me relief
All across the nathamandir the thakuras had a view
of all the dignitaries came and went barefoot devotees too
a way off in the distance coyotes yelped
as confused people approached dashana
of the aruna har posse and their sunflower
and petal leis gave unlimited help
Gecko and I spin along the main street over the first highway and take the left at the hospital curve. There are couples and fixed gear freaks out today. One couple of fixed gear guys has three spoke wheels and platform pedals. A school comes up on the right chanting clearly. The bear gets some food. Along the beach and the hook of the point to the navapatra. Taking off to the trader’s and back to the main street where there are mountain men who must have lost their way. Through the lot of the hospital to the bridge over the creek the ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls and meeting the kalarupa it’s on to the sandhya.
Lotus nails this evening. An outfit that is made with two way thread. Orange from one look and then a different place it’s green. Quickly they dress and get ready for the night pastimes. Gecko decided to come back for the sandhya also but he’s left by now. So they’ve gotten into their beds decorated with aromatic flowers.

I’ve heard you’re out to distribute preme
stealing hearts is your true game
you’ve sent your representative
to take devotees home
after seeing you dressed in Urvasi
darsana brings us to our knees
but the red backdrop makes us get up and scream!
Mahamuni named the flowers in the leis
red clarinets along with roses and red sunflower sun rise
centers whoa Urvasi
Gecko and I sprint down the road to the main street going right to dodge the construction. Over the first highway and past the clank of the aluminum bat Left at the hospital curve and around to the tennis park. The natasala is still getting ready for the show. Around the corner and past the reviewing stand Gecko and I take leave. He to the shop and I to the highway of information where some several folks are cheering the pictures To the big street to run away from the construction one more around the trader’s where another preme is pedaling by and shouts Gaura Hari as I pass. over the street of the oldest profession to the main street once again where ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls me in for the race with the kalarupa to the sandhya. the shinning moon greets me there and takes the dirt from around the wheel and places it on his head.
“Argh mates! If they won’t take the mercy of Nityananda Prabhu and Mahaprabhu send ‘em all to Davey Jones’ locker!” As Vamsi dasa babaji rode along on a horse of a different color entering Marakatamani Puri he repeated that phrase again and again. The Thakuras are dressed in their pink and emerald nightdress of the same name since it was offered on Radhasatami which fell on the dame day as “international talk like a pirate day.” Still they managed to take rest in good time.

Train in from San Francisco b-a-r-t saw the Deities dressed for rest last night
All the way the Thakuras were on mind hoping there were dressed just right
Back at the seva asrama
Just how fluky I am
to be in the seva asrama
come for mangal arati in the morning
can’t wait to hear the shank
kitan all day long brings me out of the funk
here at the seva asrama
just how fluky I am
to be in the seva asrama
sumanas flowers and roses in the leis with center sunflower
shows the devotion of the maker and prema’s power
it contagious here at the seva asrama
to be a fluky man
here in the seva asrama
quickly to the highway and the labor day has it almost vacant. Gecko and I carry on through the village to the beach and the hook in the point around to the natasala preparing for tomorrow’s show. Gecko takes his leave there and I on to the pedaler’s ramp the bear waves as I go by on my way to the wharf road. Under the first highway the ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls me to keep me away from all the construction. The kalarupa paces me up to the sandhya where the cottontails greet me and hurry me along to the ceremony.
Baby blue is the nightdress this evening. Seamstress often avoids the blue for Giridhari since his skin is blue. His outfit is white with blue trim while the opposite is for Mahaprabhu and Gandharvika. They take rest just as the clock strikes the hour.

If you see something that looks like Tulasi
and she's coming up out of the ground
and your body is spinning in a loud kirtan
when you remember you're at the yoga pitha
the outfit you're seeing is offered on Gaura Purnima
yellow and blue combine as green
if you knew you had but a moment to live
would you remember Maharaja Katvanga
doing something similar to him?
Fixing your mind at Mahaprabhu's lotus feet
the outfit they're wearing was offered on Gaura Purnima
yellow and blue combine as green
if you risked everything that you have
knowing you'll get nothing in return
could you see it through 'till it one eighties
then the outfit you'd be seeing offered on Gaura Purnima
would be yellow and blue combine as green
Roses, pink lilies, dahlias all grown by the bay
come together to make the leis
for the outfit they're wearing offered on Gaura Purnima
yellow and blue combine as green
Gecko and I start off on the breezy day for the highway of Cyrus liberty. Dodging the road construction as well as the beasts goes over the first highway and past the trader's. feeding the bear on the way to the tennis park street Gecko and I take the left on the way to the boardwalk. Up the beach hill behind a dreadlock pedaler on an orange krate from days of yore Bhakta Blade has left his kutir. Circling the spinner's church on the way to the sufferer thakura who wears new lei. Seymour has his museum open still and Gecko and I go in to see the marine life here. Watching Della wearing her new jersey, Gecko and I go on to the bridge to see the mountain men in their extreme event. Pushing through the corner with two pedal shops to the leaping monque. Passing the buttery and at Gecko's shop he takes his leave as I wave to Horn Rim tattoo. Straight along to the hospital curve singing along with the whalers the campa hattii is on the left as I cross the first highway one more time. Going around a spot of petals. Ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls me to fold my palms and join the kalarupa back to the sandhya who greets us with arms held high saying Gaura Premanandi
Taking the touch that kills nightdress this evening, the thakuras slip in quickly and get ready for the night pastimes after lying down for only a moment

In Goloka’s pasture frolicking with Giridhari and the cowboys
association so rare,
playing in ways no ordinary person could dare
frolicking in Goloka’s pasture
highest divine love leaves lust
somewhere in the dust
where the fragrance of pink lilies and roses
make the leis into a dream
woven into the tapestry of Pasture Media time
As every day the highway calls Gecko and I to meet with friends. Along the campa hatti to feed the bear what a hungry he’s been. Pedaling off to the toad road all the way to the tennis park which is on the left. The natasala is on break for a couple of more days Gecko has more moving responsibilities. Down the pedaler’s ramp passing the school and chanting clearly to the basketball park where some several types of devotees have gathered together on a diamond speaking sonar alphabet with bats. On to the wharf road under the first highway to the rotha-bhojana-vrksa that sees my folded palms and with the Kalarupa take off in a sprint for the sandhya is everybody in? yes, the ceremony is about to begin.
At the end of the festivities the thakuras get in their nightdress called deep within the far off jungle and get ready to dance the night away
Devotees go for darsana on the pacific ocean shore
But with thakura bhojana approaching they didn’t have much time
Foam on the butter it comes when making ghee
They come to the natha mandir it was decorated with new vase flowers
from the farmer’s market donations for the week
dahlias a few agapanthus, full roses and petals leis made with care
taking this darsana they’ll remember the thakuras everywhere
foam on the butter it come when making ghee
over the main street and to the highway for information Gecko and I went then over the first highway to the next campa hatti past the tennis park which is on the left. The harbor has all it’s boats out to beat the heat. A team of young guys goes by but it’s not the Gecko’s shop team. At the natasala Gecko has to take leave and I go through the treacherous triangle past the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot the redone road leads me between the lakes where the sufferers are taking shelter from the heat. The windmill spins but it’s shop is empty. The wharf road took me past the lieberry to the main street this part is scored for repaving so I take to the sidewalk to the ratha- bhojana-vrksa where the kalarupa chases me to the sandhya.
Hiranyakasipu is this soft bedtime outfit made of yellow and gold.. A quiet night of dressing only an earring or two falling out of place and a few pujari pins coming from their hair. Toffee nose doesn’t like that sentence ha! He must be related to the seamstress. A quick and quiet night.

Oh your reason is bad
If you think Deities outfits retire
They always retain their dhuti
Outfits stay in the eternal present
Always accentuating the Thakura’s beauty
Oh your reason is poor
If you don’t know the seamstress’ art
to help each outfit live on in whole
or by recycling part by part
oh your reason is weak
if you can’t see the symmetry of the leis
stock and roses stretch down to their knees
maker gets so much praise
Gecko and I are off to feed the bear then the navapatra comes into view there the highway shows itself and friends are waiting. Circling the pitch going between the lakes. At the harbor Gecko takes leave and I have to keep up pace to make the sandhya. so it’s on the toad raod to the wharf road under the first highway. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls me back to see Gecko’s youngest team flying up and down the long and winding with their coach timing them from the bottom. The Kalarupa takes me up to the asrama and I get in on with him all the way to the fallen tree. The sandhya comes up and I bounce over the fence like the deer before me.
A lion on the chase is tonight’s dress. Green and purple with yellow accents. They swirl together this evening while the heat has gone for a little while.