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.