She has bells in a ruffle of her skirt
So you know she’ll be on time
A love so divine
Brahmins of Nadia don’t know
What Mahaprabhu eats that makes him so
He and his devotees go dancing along the street
Singing “Mukunda, Madhava, Yadhava and Hari”
Urging the townspeople to take a love so divine
Giridhari on the bank of the Yamuna
Attracting the service of everyone as he plays
The fifth note on his celebrated flute
Directing everyone how to serve with love divine
Leis of roses and petals so artistically correct
Light and long enough to reach their knees
in their dance of love divine.
Pedaling between the raindrops to speak with folks on the Cyrus space then around to the shop for more patram puspam and phalam. The other pedalers are in full rain gear but they’re not deterred by the weather. Coming through the hook and the point to the tennis park that is on the right. The toad road takes the Murk to the big road and connects to the long and winding. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa beckons and waits for the folded palms. The kalarupa takes Murka to the asrama where even the deer are in rain gear.
A lion on the chase this evening purple and green another in the traditional nightdress for Nrsimha Caturdasi a long coat for Giridhari and purple veil for Gandharvika over her green sari with purple center.
Quite some time ago , if I rightly remember, this dress was offered for Janmastami
I knew when the curtain was pushed back
devotees would go into a trance
then they’d begin to dance
being happy in their service track
I know that I didn’t cry
as I saw all of them smiling wide
but I know it touched my heart inside
narcissus flowers in November make the leis
fragrant and tender so the Thakuras enjoy the day
Just at the twilight Murka and I take off to post some letters remembering that the lights are still at the astama. So it’s a quick one along the beach to the point of the hook. Between the lakes the geese are honking up to the natasala where the people are lined around the corner for the first show. The shop is calling me so the Murk turns around to the ramp and feed the bear. The wharf road goes under the first highway back to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and the kalarupa to beat the darkness. Off one and on to the other for the last minutes before the sandhya takes over
Night comes with the cloud cover to warm it a bit and the Thakuras dance deep within in the far off jungle!
Taking shelter of Gurudeva makes a life a whole new thing
Stops the ride that can be so wild
on Saturday this week
ecstasy reaches a peak
Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are in their
“I’m a sumanas child”
sunflowers bursting in their trim
and around the effulgence rim
if a sumanas flower is offered at Mahaprabhu’s lotus feet
your life soon becomes complete
Gurudeva will take you home!
Lovely leis today tickle Giridhari’s toes,
Gandharvika’s forms a heart
Mahaprabhu’s cures all woes!
His hair still carries narcissus aroma
and all the devoted ladies say “ah’
Murka has a line in the sky across the main street. To the lion’s park and the campa hatti hill. Left there through the village where the tourist crowds are getting thin making it faster to get to the beach where the sufferers are in their warm wetsuits. The hook’s point takes Murka and I into a group of fixed gear freaks. They are hard core and sprinting hard. The invaders are weaving in and out and soon have gone beyond them to take the left at the harbor. The natasala is ready for the show but the shop is calling me over there while Murka takes the treacherous triangle to the ramp and the navapatra. The wharf road heads under the first highway where the long and winding is waiting along with the kalarupa for the bowed head and folded palms of Murka. The vaikalika awaits and after that he pedals up to the eucalyptus grove where the deer are amazed to see the boy on small horse with round legs.
After the gold seemed to be unavailable yellow became the choice. Then in a shop off the side of a side road there it was and Hiranyakasipu was back. After the mukut that almost wouldn’t stay together came off this evening Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-giridhari were ready for a late autumn nap.