playing devotee scrabble
using words from the mouth of Gurudeva
die to live
cooking in the kitchen
pakora batter smearing suci clothes
die to live
letters squeezed together
changing the real pharse
diet olive
I can still remember when batter clings onto the shirt
making it appear air brushed
o prabhu, o my friend, please don’t end the game so early
tell me if that kind of olive is really real
die to live
leis of fragrant roses
swing round their necks
bowing before lotus toes
making a nest within their noses
they hit the deck
down the long and winding road over past the usual entrance to the highway circling around the sufferers to the point of the hook and between the lakes. The natasala is dark this evening after the party of the night before. Pedalers beware that the night is coming sooner now so all approaching have some kind of light at the ready. Some have the Indian style candle in the tin can all the way to the million candle power LCD. Fixed gear freak passes from behind and sweeps way off into the distance. Past the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot which is also quiet now after the month heavy traffic. On the redone street the boats have come in because of the dark. Keeping the windmill on the left Murk goes along to the wharf road. The soccer players are on the pitch where the referee holds his green and red flag. Under the first higway back to the long and winding where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa is waiting for the folded palms of Murka. Who is joining with the kalarupa to make it back before the light is completely gone.
The touch that kills, the nightdress from Nrsimha Caturdasi with it’s Chinese silk featuring embroidered flowers it always inspires Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari to dance just a little bit longer. No matter warm or cold, sweet perfume or the aroma of a Sunday kirtan they want to go on into the night.
Came into Kurukstra on the eclipse night
Seemed like they’d had quite a fight
Saw him in there in royal dress
Man it was a dreadful sight
“come back to Vrndavana dhama
the need for service is really great
so the reward is top
on this field of highest bhajana
and Gandharvika is in this hood
leis of petals and sumanas flowers
always light and easy to wear
the highway is the first stop from the main street. Back to the main street and over the first highway and around the curve at the hospital. The tennis park is on the left and the harbor is on the right. Going to the harbor and passing the shop I take leave and Murk goes around the corner to the reviewing stand. Through the treacherous triangle passing the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. He goes down the ramp and the bear winks and smiles. On to the navapatra seeing one of the parishioners massaging folks. Back to the point of the hook where the sufferers are playing in the afternoon sun taking the big street to the long and winding. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees him bow his head and the kalarupa takes him back to the sandhya.
baby blue for Tuesday morning. Swirling and dancing in celebration of Gauranga Sundar’s arrival at his current home.