What is it that she relishes?
Without being her I can't know
Yuga avatar this time will show
Yellow and blue combine together
As green
Kirtan such that has not been seen
It's saturated with prema
In this age just chant the holy name
As demonstrated by
Yellow and blue combine together as green
Rose leis one breaks 'cause of weak thread
Time for a remake
Yellow and blue combine together as green
Being followed by a shadow
Slows me down while
Yellow and blue combine together as green
Short and fast as the highway rejects murk
Around to the lion's park and the compa hatti
To the point of the hook and then the redone road
Natasala and the shop calls me away while Murka goes through the Sain Dagwood park on the way to Hari Nama. The pedalers ramp where the bear says hey and the wharf road and fixed gear folks lead on to the beat of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and the kalarupa takes murka home to the place he belongs .
The temperature is going down but the night is clear and starry. Deep within the far off jungle the lion sleeps tonight. While the thakuras dance and sing with flowers showering
Giridhari’s turban and rhinestone mukuts
Reflecting the rivers of nectar flowing from the hearts
Of the moon like devotees
Calls us to leave this mundane universe
Offered on the vyasa puja day
White silk as smooth as milk
the gold trim on Giridhari’s cape
as they engage in their divine play
causing the devotees to dance their way away from this universe
leaf and rose leis resting on their shoulders
mixed with locks of curling hair
framing their smiling lotus faces
inciting and inviting all to leave this universe
the windy day blows the Murka and I away the highway is too far away. The lion’s park is filling up with leaves being blown from the trees. Along the beach the sufferers are huddled together trying to keep warm. Bon fires won’t catch ‘cause of the wind. People are lining up outside the natasala for the next show. The shop is still moving and I have to help out so take my leave while Murka rounds the corner past the reviewing stand. The pedaler’s ramp is fast with the wind at his back and then the tennis park is on the left between the lakes the geese are also hiding from the chilly wind. The windmill is dark and cold too. There aren’t too many pedalers out today staying from the wind. The pitch is on the left too. Under the first highway heeding the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa to get back for the sandhya dust in the air to greet him today and the rabbits scatter hearing the wheels.
Gold and soft bed of Hiranyakasipu give them rest from the windy day into the full moon night