Though the modes have you bound and gagged
and you feel you zigged when you should have zagged
can’t you somehow come to the temple for the prema
gurudeva has to give?
It will change your life rearrange your life
if you just diet olive!
Though you’re caught up in the race
without desire to leave this place
can’t you somehow come to the temple?
see gurudeva face to face
change your life, resurrect your life
if you just diet olive!
From the highest brahmaloka
to the lowest of the patalas
neither are destinations you want to gota
can’t you somehow come to the temple for the highest
prospect you can imagine
change your vision, resurrect your vision
if you just diet olive!
Asrama to the highway for a quick one. Leaving already? The host. Murka is going to test the meridians. As fast as sprinting will take Murka and I along the broad way over Saint Dagwood’s river. Around the corner where the stars rise Back along the route where fixed gear people are flying. A couple of mountain men are lost looking for their park Murk gives directions. Down the pedaler’s ramp speaking with the bear and the navapatra. The pitch is on the right where a game is raging. The wharf road takes Murka under the first highway answering the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. The kalarupa takes Murka the rest of the way to the sandhya where the fawns skip away from the boy on the small horse with round legs.
It’s a miracle mom! The night dress that never ceases to amaze one and all in it’s simplicity. Dancing and dancing they jump into their beds decorated with transcendental puspes
Is there any more to say? While Murka and I are pedaling through the long and winding on the wings of an airplane of a swan in a blanket of flowers coming in for darsana of the best friend of everyone and he’s got a peacock feather dipped to his left eye.
His turban has more pearls than it used to do and Murka says they look brighter than usual ‘remember when the second seamstress called this the Govardhana puja outfit? And there were cows, peacocks, snakes trees and even flowers on the hill of butter, sugar and farina?”
“Yeah!” I answer “and B.C. wouldn’t let anyone circle the hill for fear of his shadow?”
Well today Murka had a shadow that watched as he played along with the effulgence and flipped Mahaprabhu’s earring up high catching it behind his back.
Now you know good and well he don’t offer margarine so you fill the banana bread full of chocolate chips and draw a happy face out of lipstick for frosting, oh his shadow knows …the flute’s song about the avadhuta
It’s wonderful when Mahaprabhu has mostly pink with his purple and Gandharvika has color just the same as him.
After such a day the cool of the early evening has given way to the warming of the waning moonlight and the nightdress ‘”deep within the far off jungle” is what they are wearing tonight.
The vegans cry
So much butter but why
butter lets prasadam slide down the throat
there’s even butter in the water you know
he hypnotized me “make the whole offering of butter”
50% butter is the recipe for halavah butter in the bowl
watch it overflow cause you Krsna loves it butter
Krsna eats through the mouths of the Brahmins
Prasadam dripping with ghee this outfit is that color
with wispy chodders and leis of petals and stargazer lilies
the devotees they adore it
off to a real nowhere destination. Murka and I make the rounds of the barn and the green hills of “the land”. Hearty folks are out against elements like wind and chilly fog. Lots of electric and motorized pedalers are out in their heavy coats. At the sound of the tone the sandhya calls Murka back past the ratha-bhojana-vrksa with the kalarupa taking the time to make sure the ceremony is about to begin.
Hiranyakasipu, gold and soft bed this nightdress from Nrsimhacaturdasi a couple of years ago. Takes them into the night with Murka feeling a bit under the weather, foggy and a little chilled. Still Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari go on enjoying like anything.
Have you heard about Gandharvika?
Giridhari’s topmost servitor
Gurudeva has come to teach her love to the entire world
Taking shelter of his lotus feet will take us out of this lonely world
See her train in this outfit? Coming down from her madhuryadhuti giving the shining light of divine love to all who will take it.
Her sweet luster attracting all to give up this world
It only takes Gurudeva’s magic spell to transform the iron into gold
Creamy white with pink sequins in the diamond pattern
Like a harlequin bringing good humor to one and all
See the train a flowing
Simple leis of roses and stargazer lilies that sway while Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari dance in ways that even they themselves are amazed
Murka and I are only having a short conversation with a couple of friends. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa is urging Murka and I to pedal fastest and farthest extent that the kalarupa will allow. Around the southland to the lion’s park and the campa hatti to the beach where the sufferers are trying to keep warm and dry. The fog makes it cool and damp. The redone road takes Murka and I to the natasala and sees the new shop even though it is after hours. Around the corner to the reviewing stand Through the treacherous triangle to the pedaler’s ramp to the tennis park. Between the lakes where the cruiser king had a big van with cruisers for sale set up in front of the van. The windmill sees some pedalers stopped there having a drink of some kind. On to the wharf road with the pitch on the left a game is in full swing people cheering and clapping like crazy. Under the first highway the ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls Murka back for the sandhya. The kalarupa is chasing Murka to the sandhya and Om Paramahamsa thakura rides his beast past both.
Is it coincidence or is it by design that here on the eighth day of the waning moon that they are wearing “in the ninth”? since the morning will be the ninth. Isvara sarva bhutanam hrd dese arjuna tisthati directing the wanderings of all living entities, he says in the Bhagavad-gita. Dancing all night in celebration
Ribbons hanging in the air, appliqués still falling everywhere,
it’s yantra puri
in another land he smashed the pillar with his hand
much to his surprise
the lion appeared before his eyes
guru maharaja assured it’s just the motor city kitty
and come along or come alone
he’s sent me to show y’all the way home
leis of roses, baby’s breath and gandharaja
taking his name we’ll touch him with our tongues
how much fun it will be to see
the abode of yantra puri
pedaling through the meanderings of my mind
on Cyrus ‘ highway to speak with friends Mruka and I might find there the rain is beginning to come down and the pedalers have their umbrellas over their rigs some with multi gears and some with only one but the rain can’t end their mirth nothing from the o’er hanging firmament the air look you! Pedaling bliss is over all
Guru Maharaja’s birthday party ends with the Thakuras in their baby blue nightdress as they have from the view of the Radhadesa, the land in Bengal where the Ganga doesn’t flow and the blue God wears the white
By ocean shore the weather was chaning
Sun had gone away and the sky is crying
when we heard the kirtan roar
we wanted to go and see what the Deities wore
.Aruna, Nila and Syama LIVE in the arena of pure consciousness
is the name of the outfit
seamstress in the sewing room with cloth she got for a song
swamis there for arati wondering where the pujari’s gone
Aruna, Nila, and Syama LIVE in the arena of pure consciousness
Is the name of the outfit
Leis of roses mums and daisy pompoms
No mrdunga for the kirtan so some plays a tom-tom
NK plays some J.S. Bach
and the devotees rock
Aruna Nila,and Syama LIVE in the arena of pure consciousness
Is the outfit’s name
Out in the rain for the first time in a year or more just had to have fruit from the store Even though Murka and I take the short route the rain catches pedalers with a drench
Prahlad-a-dad is the nightdress. The usual Nrsimhacaturdasi offering that features a panel skirt for Srimati Gandharvika. Giridhari has a vest over his coat with a sash while Mahaprabhu has the standard dhoti, kirta, sash and dhoti as simple as that and they dance and dance through the night.
Coming down the long and winding from the backside
I told Murka lets take it home
So both got down on the drops and hammered
straight on to the asrama door
and grains weren’t on the table
nor did red and green have a place on the palate
passing under the cascade slipping behind the curtain
pushing it open one, two, three four,
devotees were absorbed in what the Deities wore
drinking it in they counted the stars on Giridhari’s cloak
carrying their minds up to Goloka
and grains weren’t on the table
nor did red and green have a place on the palate
Leis of roses, leaves, and lilies with a hint of a pattern
floating gently as the dance and turn
fragrance will steal your mind
and grains aren’t on the table
nor do red and green have a place on the palate
just don’t beak the Ekadasi rule
one year on Radhastami
while Caitanya Caritamrta was being read
the seamstress came upon this green and silver and
neatly sewed them into this nightdress
while the Deities took rest ‘till Murka was gone
then they came out and danced the rest of the night away