In a dream last night, what dream it was?
Mahprabhu had come for darsana of Sri Gopalraya
The dream last night was worth remembering because
All the devotees were chanting together
and the Deity’s crown full flowers and feathers
fell on to Mahaprabhu’s head
everybody laughed with ecstatic joy
‘cause it was such a wonderful scene
this one was offered on Gaura Purnima
one wanted to show this dream
as the curtain opened revealing the sight
all lit up with delight
today’s leis of roses that turn their faces
to see the smiles and feel their eyes embraces
oh how the dark winter age has begun. “Remember the lights” Murka tells me. Crossing the main street to the highway to have a short chat on to the big street and around the hook all the way to the point being swept up in a crowd of fixed gear folks all the way to the natasla at the shop I take leave but Murka goes on circling Saint Dagwood’s park back to the treacherous triangle dogging the beasts getting the shelter of the redone street and the tennis park. right to the wharf road under the first highway the long one winds Murka up to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa he bows and pulls the kalarupa to the sandhya as the lights are on.
On the horse of a different color Babaji Maharaja rides into Marakatamani Puri saying “Shiver me timbers! Dressed like this the thakuras could easily dance all night long!” so they did in the emerald and hot pink nightdress of the same name.
Lighting a stick of incense on the long and winding road
Only a mile and a half to the asrama hari bol!
Thakuras will soon be wearing their winter clothes
Still time to make madhyana kalia arati lets go
We’ll get more than liberation there tie your sikha and braid your hair
Devotees playing mrdunga and karatalas there
Suras, in their airplanes, shower flowers from the air
Visualizing the pastimes of Mahaprabhu
While singing words Bhaktivinoda Thakura wrote
Curtain opens and there’s Giridhari in a purple coat
You can always find a verse to quote
‘bout his flute playing and the peacock feathers in his hair
his soft lotus feet and lotus petal eyes
whole roses make the leis
hint of symmetry and fragrance make such a pleasing pair
Quickly quickly the night it is approaching in, speaking of purple, shades that will soon reveal the flash of kinetic lights. There is one pedaler with light on the top of his helmet so bright that that’s all that can be seen. Freaky, huh, just some lights rolling along the street? A chill in the evening air but still plenty of sweat too. Around to the navapatra for patram and puspam. Along the beach for the last view of the sunset then the big road to the long and winding where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa awaits folded palms and bowed heads and the kalarupa is ready to show the way to the sandhya. in the dark only the bravest of cotton tails are there to greet Murka flying in for the sandhya
First the coat looks orange then it’s green
Wednesday nightdress to be seen on Thursday morning
First the coat looks orange then it’s green
From Nrsimha caturdasi named lotus nails, the weapon of choice
For hiranya kasipu
First the coat looks orange then it’s green