In early days on thirteenth street
the peacocks swooned
dancing in the backdrops behind the thakuras
in time it was retired and put away
it was part of the oldest of all
but it’s in a new dress now
red clarinet flowers making the leis light
they fit so easily, turn out just right
seamstress couldn’t leave the peacocks behind
when she found them
for sure they were the oldest of all
but in a new dress now
another dash this time the space is open and some time is taken talking with friends. As the conversation ends the lion’s park is there and then the campa hatti hill. To the village and between the lakes watching the geese spread their wings toward the sufferers. Straight along with the tennis park on the right. Another campa hatti is there at the corner where Murka and I take the right over the first highway. The parking lot leads on to the dentist where the flea market is on the right too. The long and winding is on the left and ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls Murka and I in a way we can’t refuse. The kalarupa pulls to the sandhya and Vijaya cheers Murka into the barn and on to the altar.
A lion on the chase tonight Nrsimha caturdasi brings another nightdress. Green and purple for Gandharvika and Giridhari with palsies on Mahaprabhu’s sash and chodder They dance around in a timeless fashion while the devotees are dreaming of mangala arati.
Smooth dancing actor is here again
Purple on Friday is the regime
Though the source of all power
He likes to decorate his left ear with a blue flower
An all-conquering sight
defeating the darkness of night
leis of narcissus and roses
we heard this beautiful picture from our guru who knows
All the way to the navapatra after the lion’s park and the coastline where the sufferers are playing Murka is intent on his shopping service to notice the tandems and fixed gear folks that are floating by. The pitch is on the left down the wharf road under the first highway hearing the ratha-bhojana-vrksa call shrilly the kalarupa is pulling Murka to the sandhya. The rabbits are greeting him while hopping from the path to the barn.
Deep within the far off jungle, this nightdress, from the caturdasi as usual Gandharvika’s skirt is big and full while they dance the night way it helps keep the chill of the night air at bay.
When the fog is in the sky
and the bumblebees begin to fly
on Giiridhari’s flute and the Gandharvika’s veil.
This is the night of the amavasya
Crystal clear vision
Brings our mind’s true liberation
“Madhuvrata” the dark moon’s dress
leis of roses whole and petals are so expertly crafted
“Madhuvrata” the dark moon’s dress
across the acres of the long and winding past the ratha-bhojana-vrksa
to the main street through the southland. Returning on the long and winding watching a couple on wheels of their childhood smile as Murka and I pass. then on the right side coming with three dogs another couple winks a smile at the roadies passing. These are the faces coming out of the evening twilight as Murka and I are taken up to the sandhya by the kalarupa.
Hiranyakasipu the nightdress is soft, yellow and gold once again from the Nrsimhacaturdasi they swirl and pirouette through the night waiting for Murka to come and wake them in the morning.
Look what’s happened since taking shelter of Navadvipa
Subjective evolution
What causes the devotees to chant and dance in the street?
Subjective evolution
The puckawalla got his sharp creases and perfect tilak
Our gang looks like a trick-or-treat party with sikhas in dreadlocks
Subjective evolution
Our gang got higher education
The puckawalla got… well
Subjective evolution
What do we try and explain to the old friends we meet?
Subjective evolution
Leis of roses and petals “I’ve got one flower for you and a basket of petals for you” the maker says. Light and fluffy enough to float on the breeze of their gentle dancing.
Subjective evolution
That’s the difference between our gang and the puckawalla
Subjective evolution
From the asrama to the highway where Mahamuni himself is there
to speak with. Murka talks to him about life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. The snob hill leads down into the village where the tourists are playing. The sufferers are making the most of the last glimpse of sunshine at the sunny cove. A motorized pedaler slips by with the fossil fuel that smells like a model aeroplane. The shadow on the ground tells me the sun is going down and it’s time to turn to the wharf road along under the first highway to hear the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. Kalarupa takes us back to the sandhya with the deer on the welcoming committee. The sandhya waits and begins after a quick one just before the shank blows.
Creamy silk is so pretty, just as smooth as milk. When your tongue touches his holy name you must know that you are touching Krsna directly
It looks from your cape like you’ve become a king
But can you take me back to the forest?
Gandharvika’s need for service is greatest
Follow her to assist her in the dedication land
Say can we offer these leis with roses and sumanas flowers
We’ve been using them for about thirteen years now
Haven’t gotten “arrested” yet.
This battlefield gave a chance to fulfill seva dreams
Gandharvika’s greatest need brings remuneration supreme
red, white and black cape outfit flowing easy
Deities gentle smiles showing how ordinary happiness is measly
Ah ha the rain was coming down if made from sugar you may melt
pedaling on through the cartoons of my mind how wonderful it felt
between the drops kept Murka and I were dry through narrow sections of the long and winding seeing the open fields with their wild foliage. Smooth strokes of the pedals tight elbows and slim knees. At the sound of the elastic time the sandhya is ready to begin
‘Bhakta Blade! Look at Gandharvika’s skirt!” I blurt out as he is dressing them. “Oh! Ha ha I knew something was wrong!” he says as he sees that the skirt is inside out. East Bengal is where the Ganga isn’t visible. This nightdress is baby blue ‘cause on Tuesday Krsna wears blue at least here.
Come for darsan of your best friend
You’ll wish it would never end
Sandalwood pulp and leis
Propitiate time and extend the days
that we can spend in their merciful rays
of prema coming from their divine plane
flowers for the leis were taken by bhakta blade
but lent his car to bring more so they’d be made
elegant beyond compare
can’t help but stop to stare
the most cool
Mahaprabhu in mango
Giridhari wears his yellow
tradition sits upon the throne
but the blue Gandharvika wears is a choice specifically her own
Radha’s own.
Mahaprabhu’s crown it slips
what jewelry for Giridhari
Bhakta Blade feels his inspiration meander
he comes from the Deity room tugging on his sleeve as if to say
“bring in the left-hander!”
Talking like a pirate, riding on a horse of a different color the devotees are so happy entering Marakatamani Puri
A posse came in from the east
Dressed in pink and green
New mukuts and necklaces
Offered for Gaura Purnima
First time they wore the mukuts
Putting them on was quite the bear
It took tight ribbons and pujaripins in their hair
Surprise of all symmetry in two of three leis
Usually they’re free spirit style especially on Wednesday
Pedaling through to the main street over the first highway
The campa hatti of Seventh Avenue and the field of the clank of the aluminum bat. Going left at the hospital curve
all the way to the tennis park between the lakes where sufferers show their verve
the windmill is still dark and cold without the touch of pedalers
the pitch is on the left and the wharf road straight ahead. Under the first highway on the way to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. The kalarupa takes murka to the asrama in time for the sandhya
Lotus nails are not a weapon and to keep the benediction in tact but still eliminate the demon Nrsimhadeva used his own nails and cut Hiranyakasipu’s heart. This nightdress from Nrsimha caturdasi is green but take a look in a different way and it’s easy to say It’s orange
Parrot colors all round the person of divine sound
Seamstress said it’s like a jigsaw puzzle to put together
Parrot colors
In a far off time two parrots
spoke In humorous rhyme
Mahaprabhu listened in and reveled
Leis of roses, petals with sunflower centers
rising like the sun turned everyone into a dancer
swirling and swaying with the kirtan chanters
all the way from the asrama past the rath-bhojana-vrksa
through the southland and the wharf road. the sufferers are out in the sunny afternoon. A dog leads it’s epedaler across the street and down a path to the base of the snob hill. Inside a shop “loss prevention” monitors Murka. Speaking into a microphone about “the subject” back to the desk the activities of a dangerous type. Murka laughs and takes the wharf road under the first highway to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where the kalarupa chases him to the sandya.
In the orange dress, the color of the brahmacari, Giridhari dances through the night with Gandharvika and Mahaprabhu looking on.
Once taking shelter of Sri Guru don’t’ waste time on ordinary talk that’s just a drag on the divine path Saint Patrick’s Easter comes fashionably late.
Devoted souls fall flat before the takura;s feet hoping to capture a relationship so sweet
Do you think you have enough to try and catch Srila Gurudeva’s eye?
Yellow chodders and beautiful cape
You know that there is no mistake
Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Griidhari are “the highest forms of divine love
Leis are mixed around with roses and petals the maker sets them straight
Saint Patrick’s Easter comes fashionably late
Down the long and winding to the main street to the house of Cyrus Liberty The friends there are happy to talk and laugh together then it’s on to the lion’s park with the snob hill coming along Sufferers have left the beach but the cruisers are at the point of the hook between the lakes there are bon fires to beat the cold the natasala is dark and the shop is getting ready for a show on Saturday so I take leave there and Murka goes through the treacherous triangle to the pedaler’s ramp saying “hey” to the bear and taking the wharf road under the first highway to the tune of the Ratha-bhojana-vrksa where the kalarupa leads him to the sandhya
The chill is coming into the air and Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari slip into their deep within the far off jungle nightdress and get ready for their evening pastimes.
He’ll appear to us in all kinds of places
At music recitals and hayseed parking lots
along the banks of rivers and in airport concouses
where the hares are chanting
come along and here the kirtan
it’ll save your soul when time comes to leave
Yes he’ll appear to us in all kinds of places
From behind velvet curtains
or in ancient temples
come along to the famous cowherd town
where life is simple and thoughts are high
the land of forests milk, curd and cheese
come along where the cowherd boys
frolic with their cows pasture media time
see the leis with petals like jewels
and conscious roses turn their smiling faces to the world
Over the main street and to the snob hill along the shore where the sufferers are in warm wetsuits to block the cold on the point of the hook one of the pemes rolls by on a beast and waves to Murka and i. Murka makes the ‘hi’ sign and pedals along beside until a go light catches up but the beast gets to sneak through. All the other pedalers are dressed up a little more even Murka has a windbreaker today. Around the corner I have to take leave but Murka goes past the reviewing stand through the treacherous triangle and back to the pedaler’s ramp. Say “hey” to the bear who winks with confidence that he’ll make it for the sandhya from the wharf road heading the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the kalarupa makes sure he gets there in good time where the peach profit greets him with his arms held high saying GAURA hari
Into the night wearing the Hiranyakasipu dress, soft colors and cloth. The Thakuras were offered this one Nrsimha Caturdasi to be comfortable in their pastimes of the evening.