In days when you were young
You dressed so fine like the sunshine
What was the value of your silk turban?
now you’ve gained the vision deep in your eyes
from Gurudeva’s grace and the spiritual sky
Shine on in your silk turban
You were caught in the middle of bhoga and tyaga
carried on the three modes
Come on you target for gurudeva’s mercy, come from bahirmuka to gurukrpa become vaisnava kukura
And bow down your silk turban
You’ve learned so soon
Gotten gurudeva’s boon
Being seen by Giridhari’s dress caused you to swoon
and bow down your silk turban!
Leis of roses follow the contours of the thakura’s bodies
they’re so light to allow them to dance all day and all night
and see the true value of Giridhari’s silk turban!
Pedaling to the navapatra from the village and the point of the hook. Meeting friends on the highway for a short talk then on to the natasala where the show is over and people are coming out I take my leave at the shop as usual and Murka goes on to the redone road between the lakes where there is another gathering at the windmill at the pitch the game has also ended the players are talking together and celebrating the wharf road takes him under the first highway and sees a familiar pedaler on the way to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where the kalarupa takes Murka to the sandhya on the way the motorcycle sloka slinger speeds by.
To bed to bed with the touch that kills red embroidered Chinese silk and creamy white veil for Gandharvika and dhoti for Giridhari the outfit is so pretty, it’s no wonder that darsana with them at mangala arati is the touch that kills
When the veil has bumblebees
You know the new moon is above the trees
roses are in Mahaprabhu’s kirta and dhoti
and Giridhari’s is covered with black stars
it is the evening of the amavasya
just the stars to light the night
darsana of them will bring the minds true liberation
it’s amavasya
bring the leis in bring the leis in
but they’ve been given
to someone who put them on their lap
and left them in the belly of the beast
at bhogaratigiti the beast
brought them upon the altar.
Pedaling off to the stars on maple boulevard
some quite sticky
others with electricity
downtown is such a freak show
the guy in the pink with a parasol
has got to be the weirdest of all
all the pedalers here have made up rigs
some are cats others are flags and such
back to the shop where I take leave and Murka heads to the ramp and the bear. As the road takes him under the first highway the ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls out to him to join the kalarupa with brighter lights so he bows and takes after him. Together the shadows appear and disappear all the way to the sandhya
baby blue is the nightdress as the chill sets in they take rest early to make up for the late nights past. Then they go on enjoying like anything.