Gurudeva’s mercy is protecting us, reducing karma’s blow
taught us to see Krsna everywhere
trnad api sunicena taror api susinuna
on thirteenth street there were backdrops with peacocks swooning at the sight of the divine couple. Soon they found themselves virtually retired before their time it took the seamstress to rescue them from obscurity by placing them in this Gaura Purnima dress. Put them in a new dress back in the prime of their youth
no one knows what magic potion was in the teal paper silk but it reached out and touched the old bird made him feel his inner chick wanting to burst out to become the oldest of all in a new dress. Leis of roeses once again taking the form of lotus buds gently gracing the thakura’s forms in a light and fragrant way
after prasadam that couldn’t be beat the pedaling began with feeling getting away from the campa hatti and the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot to the harbor keeping the tennis park on the right. The highway is there with folks and conversation. Street lights say it’s time to get back to where the asrama is bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and the kalarupa will take it from there. The mighty quinn is the welcoming party but murka scares him out of two of his lives with the headlight.
In fact the mighty quinn felt as if he were a lion on the chase, tonight’s dress of green and purple with the chodders of the season.
In every Middlesex, village and town
as the kirtan party comes around
bird of the holy name makes a nest in your ear
playing his flute calls all his devotees near
stealing everyone’s heart he’ll teach them how to have fun
Everyone’s best friend but only by his mercy is he known
he protects each and everyone
with his blue flower pushed over his left ear
looking like a dancing actor
have his darsana and you’ll live in the service world forever
leis of roses and lily buds with center rose cluster
even the maker couldn’t stop raving about the luster!
From the asrama to Saint Dagwood’s park dim light cool time for pedaling. Murka waves as the recumbent goes by along with the guy in the tree light helmet. Past the harbor and tennis park there are many people in winter gear out to shop like there is no tomorrow. People on fixed gears and others just out for fun I take my leave at the shop as Murk heads down the ramp and talks with the bear. The wharf road takes him to the main street and to the long and winding to bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa.
Deep within the far off jungle is the nightdress tonight. Silk from one member in the southland with Russian chodders that make air the most warm thing imaginable.
The sun is beginning it’s northern orbit
Calendar said it was the Ekadasi day
It’s the usual fast from so many things
Second one this month
So the thakuras slipped into their ekadasi dress
Arati started about 12:25
I asked the pujari just before he opened the curtain
Is this arati starting on time?
The capatis weren’t made of wheat flour
Dahl wasn’t even on the Thakura’s plate
they had slipped into their new clothes with every color in the rainbow
pujari recited the prema dhvani
bhakta vrnda were shouting “ki jaya!”
it was a most happy feeling they were banging their karatalas no more
lady making leis sat down and I said “there are more flowers outside”
when she had finished a leis or three she handed them quietly inside
O the dress had every color in the rainbow
and the cooks only made enough rice for the thakuras
so the prasadam was slipped into a plastic bag until Ekadasi is done
Let me pack it in a rice bag so you can eat it on the plane
Someone can drive you to the airport just don’t catch the Ekadasi blues
Pedaling where the earth meets the ground and murka’s mind takes over. Past the whalers and the natasala around the corner past the reviewing stand to the harbor with the tennis park on the right I take leave at the toad road while Murka goes along with the basketball park on the left. The navapatra is there with patram and phalam for the offering. The pitch is on the right as the wharf road comes along to take him under the first highway to the long and winding and the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where he folds his palms. The kalarupa chases him to the sandhya where he is greeted by a gaggle of geese honking under the kusa grass.
After the long and windy day the Thakuras take rest in their Hiranyakasipu outfit, gold and soft yellow silk. They dance all the while with their chodders floating on the breeze.