Nityananda Prabhu is showering his mercy
It’s going to find you wherever you are
the job is to become a fit receptacle
while we’re without it here
there will only be pain and fear
preme kirtan doesn’t worry if it’s fair
Nityananda’s krpa goes everywhere
victorious over one and all
“Yes, I want it” is all you have call
leis of roses, leaves and chrysanthemums
as they dance some of the flowers break and fall
wear a long kirta like the Brahmins in the old days
a long kirta with a jeweled belt
take a bright star and place it
in a bracelet and call the outfit superstar.
From the asrama to feed the bear and around to the navapatra for something for paramanna. Looping around the village and the beach. The natasala is dark tonight so the people just roam the street. Saint Dagwood’s park is full of people playing guitars, tossing Frisbees and playing with dogs. Families are pedaling by. Murka and I are in a different tattva just pedaling now to the highway. After the exit it’s to the market for fruit and flowers. Around the seventh avenue comes another cruiser gang who wave and smile as our paths cross. The hospitals parking lot takes Murka to the southland and around to heed the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and the kalarupa. Racing me all the way to the sandhya. The Kernel of Divine love is near the eucalyptus grove to greet him on the return and the ceremony is about to begin some flowers are picked and the shank is blown.
The lotus nails to night. Is it orange or green, depends on which side you look from. Nrsimha caturdasi brought this nightdress. They are quick to get into it for it has been a long day and the night is yet to come with pastimes to make all forget their mundane cares