Devotees bathing and Mahaprabhu coming
The lion in both the zodiac and the moment of birth
Got to get down to the Ganga, eclipse has come around
Hari dasa Thakura and Advaita Acarya dancing, giving charity
Why? A great personality is about to appear
Leis in an emergency mode petals and roses full
Oh isn’t true that when the lions appear it foretells
The coming of a blue ribbon personality
Pedaling to the highway for a long talk with friends. The lion’s park is there and the campa hatti is on the right taking the left to the point of the hook. Between the lakes where not even the geese are hanging due to the cold at the natasala I take my leave and Murka takes off for the ramp through the treacherous triangle a few of the regular errand runners are there but with full winter gear from caps to booties as the ratha-bhojana-vrksq calls out while Murka folds his palms and falls in behind the kalarupa for the sandhya.
Prahlad-a-dad an orange nightdress from a Nrsimha Caturdasi days ago. It’s been so cold lately that the chodders are at the ready but bhakta blade has stoked the fire so high it’s hard to remember how many degrees the temperature might fall
After taking darsana there is a swami you can go and talk to there and one went in the other day and said Maharaja, I want to preach, I want to preach I mean talk to people and tell them the gospel of Sri Caitnaya Mahaprabhu tell them of the glories of chanting the holy name I mean preach preach preach and he started dancing around saying prech preach and there came the sankirtan leader gave a mrdanga and karatalas to both of us and said “you have done well now go out and tell who ever you meet about this” then there was the lei maker who said that Giridhari looks so good with that turban with pearls and peacock feathers curling around his eye. The lei are wonderful with roses and leaves able to sway with their movements easily.
In the cold and in the rain Murka and I are off to the cyber highway again to meet with the friends there. Between the drops and over the main street where Mahamuni who volunteers to give protection to the roadies there along the main street the whalers have gone inside and the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot has a full parking lot at the natasala people have their umbrellas open and I take leave at the shop while Murka and Mahamuni go on to the pedaler’s ramp and the bear to the wharf road back past the ratha-bhojana-vrksa bowing and following the kalarupa on to the sandhya
O deer dough have you seen Krsna? The nightdress on this chilly night chodders are on them while they get their nails done