Before midnight makes sure no ghost in the form of a cat is around
‘cause at midnight the uttama bhagavata is going to come down
he’s coming to talk and engage in kirtan
he’s going to give the explantion
of how Vrndavan is for shallow thinkers
and shelter of Mahaprabhu’s lotus feet
are the treasure to be had in life
at midnight the uttama bhagavata is going to come down
leis of roses and petals that come late
they follow the dancing gait
enhanced by the Thakura’s beauty the leis look great
manasa pedaling again oh will the sun ever remember the days it made bright by the bay? Ah yes is the answer the spring is on it’s way. The streets are slick with oil and rain but Murka and I are still out there to see where the left hand of a dead man once turned the organic milk into cream. Are there rainbows to hide behind? Somewhere in the favored land rainbows are there to give a hiding place to anyone looking. Ratha-bhojana-vrksa is calling Murka back for the sandya while I take leave on to the shop. He bows to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and follows the kalarupa on to meet the deer loping along.
The creamy white mixing with the Chinese red embroidered with flowers takes ordinary breath away while inviting all to associate with them through their eternal serving mood. Mahaprabhu has a big chodder not the usual Russian ones worn by Giridhari and Gandharvika