May I sing to you about Gandharvika?
She’s teaching divine prema to the entire world!
Sitting at Gurudeva’s lotus feet
Listening to hear his words that will take me from this mortal world
Crystal mukuts sparkle takes our eyes from anything less
Seeing such beauty that defeats the beauty of the moon
Tears of separation burning in my soul
makes me want to go to the other side of consciousness
Got to leave this plane try to be a magic boy, servant of Sri Gurudeva
got to enter into the serving mood seeing the leis of roses
along with other fun flowers that flow so exquisitely
before the madhuryadhuti (effulgence of Srimati Gandharvika)
Hear her train coming to take us all back home
Having left the light where it couldn’t do anything to dispel the darkness Murka and I took off over the first highway past the campa hatti and the field of the clank of the aluminum bat. The whalers are singing and dancing on the right. Sprinting through town past Saint Dagwood’s park and the leaping monque. Ascending the beach hill and passing Bhakta Blade’s kutir Seymour’s museum is in sight. Stopping at the navapatra to connect to the spacey highway Murka talks with friends. Look at the screen he sees that the darkness is searching him out and so I take leave leaving him alone to cross back over the hill looking to see that even the mountain men have left for home. The monque cheers him on and he climbs once again past the corner and Saint Dagwood’s park. near the hospital curve he can see the dark beginning to breathe down his neck. Faster and faster he pedals sneaking under the yellow flag a couple of times all the way to the long and winding. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa is happy to see him bow his head and the kalarupa checks his chronograph in disbelief, ‘how did he get here so soon?’ he wonders no time for more than that kalarupa has to try and catch him now conversation goes on between the two and soon dark has all but enveloped him as he jumps the chain and frightens a deer quietly grazing there. The sandhya clicks his heals and cheers as Murka enters the asrama.
In the ninth the rasa you take is determined by the rasa that you meditate. Coti’s close so in need of repair Murka calls an audible and they take their rest earlier than usual.