The kusa is in the grass the ghee is in the fire there’s no wood left for the homa the initiates return for the madhayana kalia arati having offered their collections to gurudeva there’s movement behind the green curtain as we follow the hard agni hotra instructions
Trying to become detached from our mundane selves wondering if the arati is on time
The embroidery on Giridhari’s chodder, the pleats in Gandharvika’s skirt, the crochet on the kirta of Mahaprabhu the devotees dance and they sing with this darsana a good is come into view
The leis maker sat at the mat to arrange the flowers today leis are of petals and roses too so symmetrical and so lovely.
To the main street past the campa hatti and the clank of the aluminum bat. Breaking the lines across the treacherous triangle and on to the manasa natasala. The fixed gear folks are in force but Murka and I are able to weave in and out of them around to Saint Dagwood’s park. at the shop I take leave as usual and leave Murka to head for the harbor. On the ocean side of between the lakes there are lots of sailboats. The windmill is still dark. The wharf road takes murka back to the long and winding where he folds palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and follows the kalarupa to the hidden valley where he crept up from behind to pass kalarupa and get to the sandya in the nick of time.
To bhakta blade’s surprise the nightdress I saw Vraja kissing Santa clause has ties, snaps and Velcro to act at fasteners on the outfit. He said if he could get through without cutting his toe he would be a success so he was. Om Paramahamsa Thakura learned a new word that made him laugh until late into mangala arati. quite a night, he was laughing all the way to the middle of mangal arati.
Ours is a siksa paramapara so it moves in a zigzag way. sometimes on one side and then jumping to the other. Like a serpent goes this line of truth. Mahaprabhu’s chodder, Giridhari’s waistcoat and Gandharvika’s sari all repeat the zigzag pattern. Mahamuni’s tattoo, the peach profit contributed the electric serpent, and the rest fell into place to reveal in midst of the vyasa puja celebration, Captain Zigzag’s electric serpentine line of truth.
Leis of narcissus flowers add fragrance and festiveness to the air beautifully lovely.
Pedaling along to past the shop overtaking errand runners on the way circling Saint Dagwood’s park and the leaping monque fixed gear freaks are there and Murka and I have been through that and it’s back to the shop where I take my leave and Murka goes on to the harbor and between the lakes keeping the windmill on the left and the local watering holes on the right. The wharf road takes him along to the long and winding to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where he bows his head and picks up the kalarupa and together they head to the vaikalika offering greeted by Vijaya and path leveling.
Deep within the far off jungle, tonight’s dress topped with chodders for the season Sri guru-gauranga gandharvika-giridhari dance the night away after the party breaks up.
To have your darsana is so rare
Seeing your forms dark and fair
There’s no other place we need to go
Gurudeva’s grace gives a hint of how much there is to know
About buttery foam
You’ve been with all through all the years
Seen all our smiles and touched our tears
How could we stay away so long?
You know you’ve been in all our hearts and mind
Wearing Havirbhu
We’ve been bound to samsara’s chain
Tasted both pleasure and the pain
Now by gurudeva’s instruction we stand
With both fire wood and flowera our hand
To offer to you dressed in Havirbhu
Crores of births come and go
We pray our service capital will begin to grow
Taking us beyond all time and space
Where we’ll be together face to face
to play with you dressed havirbhu
pedaling from the asrama to the main street around the southland to enter the spacey highway. Friends there are speaking of coming and going. On to the lion’s park and the campa hatti. Through the village laughing all the way. The beach is chilly and the sufferers are gone right now. Still joggers, lovers and pickpockets are still watching over pedalers who are a little careless in their routes. The natasala has an afternoon show and people are lined up around the corner. At the shop I take leave and Murka goes around the corner past the reviewing stand through the treacherous triangle on to the ramp and feeding the bear. The wharf road takes hum under the first highway to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa bowing his head and picking up the kalarupa as usual to get to the sandhya.
soft gold and yellow is a dress suited for a long winter’s nap. They dance away before coming to their beds decorated with aromatic flowers.

Meanwhile back at the darsana sri guru-gauragna gandharvika-giridhari have next day’s outfit on
When the Deities wake up we’ll know it’s the present day with a new interpretation of a vyasa puja creation that what keeps everyone coming back to see
Darsana by the bay what are they wearing on this new day? as you get up off the floor you bow your head once more make obeisances to everyone. some of them make the leis others do all the things that need to be done and if you go out to preach in the wasteland of this world you feel you have to pray to purify your mind and gurudeva will keep your memory in an affectionate way
Pedaling in my mind pedaling in my mind the main street around the southland to the lion’s park and the campa hatti. Through the village to the beach where the people are few and far between due to the chill in the air the rain is also a factor the fine art of pedaling between the drops is hard to master and Murka and I are still trying to come to the mark even the most expert come back a little damp fixed gear folks are undaunted along with the messengers nothing stops their spirit the ratha- bhojana-vrksa is there to be bowed to and send the kalarupa to make sure the sandhya is starting on time
In the ninth, the nightdress from a Guru Maharaja vyasa puja of days gone by still able to make any devotee long to join with any and all in the mode of service.
The seamstress in Vrndavana Janmastami’s coming
There’s no time to make a new outfit
A tailor could make one but he’s very cunning
Great society always does it big and spends quite a bit
Oh, the sun is going down all along the way as she follows the difficult directions tarking and dealing to try and get a new dress made even though our group is so small time
The outfit must be ready for the eighth day of the moon
the tailor wouldn’t follow the pattern
she knows what she wants and wants what she knows
even though our group is just small time
oh the leis being made by the light of the moon
making a simple design for the Thakura’s satisfaction
beholding them on the Thakuras devotees swoon
on the way to the manasa pedaling again, the cold and rain make it sad to think of the main street and the clank of the aluminum bat. On to the whalers who are detailed to the maximum through Saint Dagwood’s park to the trader’s circle around the trader’s and the monque up the beach hill to look on the park of the mountain men but it’s empty back through the “mall” to the corner and I take leave at the shop Murka goes down the ramp and says “hey” to the bear the wharf road is there but the ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls him home he folds his palms and drags the kalarupa to the sandhya where a deer is the welcoming party
the blue Krsna wears the white tonight. Gandharvika and Mahaprabhu are mostly in the blue. It’s a cold clear night and so they will stay inside tonight dancing all night long