Bringing the sun back, pedaling the rain out on the pacific coastline.
But if you don’t get darsana of Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari
You’ve missed the point of the whole thing
Bringing the sun back.
Mukuts offered on Gaura Purnima with the outfit was seamstress’ dream
made in Vrndavana to her order
so if you don’t get darsana of Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari
you’ve missed the point of the whole thing
bringing the sun back
posse in aruna hara rides again saying “ya’ll come back, ya hear”
associate with them in eternal service
that way you’ll be sure to get darsana of Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari
and won’t miss the whole thing
bringing the sun back
leis are wild and free approaching symmetry roses and green leaves
be sure you come for darsana of Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari
or else you’ll miss the point of the whole thing
bringing the sun back
the southland has a few friends hanging out and having fun. Another fixed gear freak goes by and laughs a bit when he sees Murka and I in our wintry dress the whalers all think it quite good though. The house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot is full to the maximum. I take leave at the shop for the last day or two before the day. Murka goes on to the harbor and between the lakes for the chance to see the folks with their bon fires. Then the wharf road takes him to the long and winding to fold his palms before the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where the kalarupa takes the lead in getting to the sandhya
O deer dough have you seen Krsna on this night of stars and a waxing moon. The take rest soon enough so they can get up and dance the night away.
I want to follow the angels where they go
and see Giridhari dressed in yellow
then I’d get to see Mahaprabhu and Gandharvika in their green
nothing I’d rather have seen
seamstress picks up yellow now choli, sash, and chodder will flow
follow where the angels where they go
and see Giridhari dressed in yellow
leis are fragile roses, offered for Guru Maharaja’s janmadina
trace the lines of their dancing forms so clean
I want to follow the angels where they go
and see Giridhari dressed in yellow
to the main street along the way the campa hatti and clank of the aluminum bat park are closing. The whalers are detailing their last detail. Around the corner past the reviewing stand where the king of cruisers is watching. I take leave at the shop and Murka takes an easy spin through the treacherous triangle. The bear looks on and smiles as he crosses the light and makes it to the wharf road. under the first highway to the main street with a few beasts overtaking on the right so while they go right he takes the left to the long and winding where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees the folded palms of murkha while the kalarupa chases him up to the sandhya.
somehow the on this eve of eves “I saw Vraja kissing Santa Claus” is the nightdress. They dress quickly so they can go on enjoying like anything.
The smooth dancing actor is in town again as the solstice is in the flow
A blue flower is way above power for all the devotees who know
Gurudeva has made it our right to have him take his place in our heart
Gurudeva plants the seed of the name that’s the way it should start
Seamstress’ devotion is evident by the way she makes the clothes
Summer breeze is a guru as it brings His scent to Mahaprabhu’s nose
Even though it’s so high we pray he takes his place in our heart
Gurudeva tells us that he’ll take us home if we just catch on to his feet
The leis of roses sway with their forms to make the dancing complete
Makes a picture that’s just the right size to fit into our heart
The lion’s park to the campa hatti and through the village all along the beach to the point of the hook a couple of cruisers are there between the lakes are a few more looking for a break from the spirit everything is dark in the neighborhood of the natasala I take leave at the shop and Murka goes through the treacherous triangle like it’s never been full before. The ramp is fast and empty to the wharf road with the pitch on the right. Around the main street to the long and winding where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa accepts the folded palms of Murka who picks up the kalarupa on the way to the sandhya where Vijaya is welcoming Murka while splitting wood
Deep within the far jungle the nightdress for the chilly is evening with the stars in the cloudless sky. The fire is burning but the chodders are on ‘cause it won’t last through the night.
Have you seen the Thakuras in ‘Pasture Media Time’?
With the beads in their effulgence hanging down
sitting under the trees watching the cows grazing from the ground
they drink from simple banana leaf cups
dhood that the cows kindly bestow
cowboys blow on their buffalo horns
calling to the cows ‘it’s time to go’
unlimited fun in the pasture media time
every step is dance and all talking is song
wearing leis of roses and gerbera daisies captivating one and all
it’s a real ride no where the spacey highway is flooded so Murka and I go on to the village where the streets are almost empty. The beach is empty too, the drops making circles in the water. Pedalers in rain gear even the fixed gear freaks. Between the lakes memories of a concert long ago at the natasala one about the old country was playing at the shop I take leave and murka quickly goes for the cover of the bear. Then the pass that has the first highway flowing above darting to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and the kalarupa where he bows his head the sandhya is awaiting only the kusa grass is able to welcome him in.
“My name is Hiranya Kasipu!!!!!”the great demon exclaimed this one is offered on his “disappearance day” so many nightdresses have been offered on that day that his name came to the top of the heap for the gold and soft bed outfit.