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.