Walking in for darsana today
Giridhari's cloak looked magic
“wonderful!” someone with perfect tilak upon his head said
look at those stars they can only be seen
with the eyes you've not used yet
Gandharvika too, peacocks on her sari
Such a sight will “pay off all material debt”
Mahaprabhu, his sequin kirta illuminating the Thakura vari
Take the leis of petals, roses and fun flowers
Imagine what they could have been
with the missing orchids so hard to get
with one of Giridhari's bright stars
imprinted on your forehead along with gurukrpa
and soon you'll be in the spiritual know
pedaling along the long and winding with the sun going down Murka and I are on to the highway to speak of a possible trip to the old country. One at home says srisri gggg have a mischievous look, oh if she only knew! Then over the first highway to the whalers who are singing the praise of roadies left at the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot to the harbor and keeping the tennis park on the right heading to the toad road where the toad makes it a threesome that pass the basketball park on the left it's empty in the chill at the navapatra Murka purchases some fruit and I take leave he and the toad go on to the wharf road and under the first highway to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where the kalarupa brings the necessary light to the asrama where a motorcyclist is the welcoming committee.
It's getting to be the time of year when “Krsna is a brahmacari” was offered and this evening they are in a quick to take their rest. To get up and dance under the partly cloudy skies with a cool breeze blowing in from the point of the hook
Giridhari is the vipina purandara
and the navina-naragar bara
he spreads the noose of his sweet and charming talk
on Saint Patrick's day near Easter time
he let the arati begin fashionably late
when he plays the fifth note the entire yamnunatira rocks
he isn't ruled by any clocks
leis of full roses and fun flowers
picking the maker got so cold
“so I knew they are good” she told
on Saint Patrick's day at Easter time
he let the arati begin fashionably late
pedaling into the cool of the afternoon I tell Murka that in the world beyond the cool is really a person. “You mean there really is a Jack Frost?” Murka asks. Pedalers are beginning to sport their winter gear. Of course the fixed gear freaks are tougher than that. Even Murka isn't so frightened by a little chill in the air. The teams though have their longs out along booties on their shoes. He laughs and I think it's a good idea. The e-pedalers are similarly taking precautions. The sufferers are hiding. Any other folks on the beach are making bon fires. At the shop I take leave as Murka flies back to the sandhya passing the campa hatti and the drive in. swinging into the southland to catch the light to cross over to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa who waits for the folded palms of Murka and the kalarupa chases him to the sandhya where Vijaya is the only welcoming committee.
Deep within the far off jungle from Nrsimha caturdasi is the nightdress and they dance the night away taking rest a little later still this one samples from southland it all fits together so well.
Coming to the temple
Presenting ourselves before the Thakuras
asking to be engaged in their service
isn't it true prabhu?
Each with a jewel in their nose
Tulasi leaves at Mahaprabhu and Giridhari's toes
Can you see prabhu?
Before it was offered fitting it on
Gandharvika's skirt need more trim added on
Did you know prabhu?
Gurudeva has taken us from the muck
can't imagine how good is our luck!
Isn't it true prabhu?
Roses, petals and gerbera daisies
following the contours of their bodies
making leis the best way they know
sunny afternoon but the breeze is cold
Murka and I pedaling boldly
over the first highway and past the whalers
overtaking some cruisers with suffering boards on their rigs
the natasala is on the right
people waiting for the show tonight
coming to the shop I have take my leave
but Murka goes on to Saint Dagwood's park
starting back to the asrama the clock tower chimes
reminding that it's nearly sandhya time
keeping the campa hatti on the left side
he goes to the long and winding road
the ratha-bhojana-vrksa's branches waiting lonely
for him to come and fold his palms
the kalarupa pedals along beside him
in a race to see if they can beat the sandhya in
now as the Thakuras take their rest
in their soft and silky nightdress
that was offered on Nrsimha caturdasi
it is yellow trimmed with gold
just right for their bed of aromatic flowers