The crystal beads come together when they dance
In the parsley sage rosemary and time
Trimming the black and silvery chodder
In the parsley sage rosemary and time
silvery pleats on Gandharvika's sari too
with the deep forest green
in parsley, sage, rosemary and time
Mahaprabhu's chodder with a black flying “V”
next to his dhot and kirta of deep forest green
in the parsley sage rosemary and time
leis of elegant roses and mums
some turn to face the devotees
in the parsley sage rosemary and time
this exit closed said the sign as Murka and I came upon the highway. So circling the southland the beasts are lined up all they way to the snob hill where the tourists are. Up to the beach and the point of the hook. Cruisers are there with their suffering boards attached. Murka and Ii are heading to the natasala so there isn't time to talk. At the shop I take my leave and Murka takes the corner where the cruiser king sits in judgment
on the sunny afternoon. Pedalers ramp takes Murka to the navapatra where a fixed gear is tethered. Keeping the pitch on the right the wharf road take Murk under the first highway to heed the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where the kalarupa takes off to the sandhya where the asrama deer is there to greet me. At first he thinks I might be a foreigner and is apprehensive then recognizes me and smiles.
Just believe in the words “Krsna is a brahmacari” and all things are possible. In the purple and orange the Thakuras take their rest, ready for dancing under the waxing moon.