Fog over the ocean coming up the long and winding
Begging us come to the asrama for darsana
Petals, roses and mums facing the devotees in the leis
the private turns all the lights on so I put on my oak leaves
and the curtain opens to reveal a circle of silver doves on the sila’s skirts
after madyanakali arati go out to pedal with Murka
derailleur making the music Murka and I sing along
keeping the circle of sliver doves in mind flying over the river viraja
pedaling away Gecko and Murka past the ratha-bhojana-vrksa
on the way to the highway posting a picture of “Urvasi” the outfit that if
you look closely you’ll see the circle of white doves in the sila’s corner
such a vision will free your mind from everything that’s really worth nothing at all
so grant all this magnificent fortune and the devotees will all meet in Goloka where Urvasi’s circle of silver doves frees then hearts of one and all
lets them swim in the prema brought by Mahaprabhu pulling the mind by this fishhook from all that’s worth nothing at all.
Pralad-a-dad is the nightdress they wear while the devotees are dreaming of Urvasi and the circle of silver doves can free one from every thing that really means nothing at all