Yes Gandharvika's a goddess but your tiara offering
has no value any more
'cause the demigods and wives bow them at her feet by the cror
She appeared here a young Indian girl
but Her attendants are from CA
so She's no longer a Bengali rural
taking some roses and some petals too
add leaves from their stems complete the leis view
the highway is light today and so the lion's park is waiting and pointing the way to the village where the tourists are looking for signs they'd been to a beach. At the hook the cruisers are waiting for a challenge so Murka and I sped through them all the way to the natasala where people are lining up for the third show. Down to the shop where I take leave and Murka continues around the corner to the treacherous triangle through there to the harbor between the lakes past the windmill to the wharf road to heed the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa bowing he meets the kalarupa for the run to the sandhya
the Thakuras dress for rest quickly while feeling like swirling and dancing while wearing the Deep within the far off jungle nightdress. The residents of Vrndavana often referred to themselves as jungle dwellers.
On Vyasa puja going to get a new outfit together Gurudeva selected the colors and he'll celebrate this very place
No need for crying the new outfit and his presence will put a smile on your face
“It's such a happy outfit” the seamstress said “it spreads joy all about” it reminds everyone of the good time had blocks the bad times out
leis of neatly trimmed, cleaned roses gently follow their contours,
rhinestone mukuts shinning reflecting inner light always fresh and new
in the morning be there for first darsana and Gurudeva will be there too.
Around the southland to the lion's park and along the beach where the sufferers are out of the water early with the winter chill rolling in. between the lakes the geese are hiding under the lifeguard stand. A team goes by trying to keep loose. Even near the natasala there are shoppers out pedalers are few there goes a fixed gear student and on the right are a couple of errand runners. I take leave at the shop but Murka goes on to the ramp where the bear says “hey”. The friends have gathered at the navapatra today for a short chat until the light shows signs of leaving. A game is breaking up on the pitch where yellow seems to have beaten green. The main street brings on the long and winding road and the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. Folding palms there Murka brings the kalarupa up for the sandhya all the while racing the fading light.
The softest of nightdresses this evening the snowflake chodders are on they dress early and their pastimes begin and go on all night long.
Mahaprabhu in Jarakanda smiled as he listened to the parrots
who sang a funny song about Krsna and his consort Radha and each other's merrits
the male parrot sang of qualities of Krsna, which show him second to none
but the female parrot sang of how Radha enchanted even he
may such talks enchant me
a pinch-hitter made the leis today
for the regular is in recovery
full roses nice and fluffy
each with a flavor all it's own
next last day before the solstice. The longest night is on its way so Murka and I are challenging the darkness. Along the main street to the clank of the aluminum bat and the whalers who are out singing and dancing and smelling the incense with the hari nama party. The house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot is full of people getting things for a birthday celebration. On the harbor and the redone road. By the railroad track over Saint Dagwood's river and the boardwalk tourists are feeding the sea lions with things purchased at the bait shop up the beach hill to overlook the mountain men in their park only a few are looping the loop and defying the ground today university folks on their fixed gears are invading the territory so Murka and I get onto the drops and head back to the shop where I take leave and he goes on through the treacherous triangle filled with beasts who only barely let him pass the ramp leads to the wharf road with the pitch on the right under the first highway on the way back to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where the kalarupa has been waiting to help Murka beat the onslaught of darkness the kernel of divine love is the welcoming committee today he shows a smile.
In the ninth a remake of some previous parts into a nightdress that goes on in a fast manner so they don't have to wait to start their evening fun and this evening was no exception they were ready to dance the night away with lots of night left.
Once at Gurudeva's seva asrama
came a young girl for darsana
she pondered the colors the Deities were wearing 'twas the day of red
the seamstress to note of the words she said
she'd suggested the next outfit could have yellow red and mango
what are the Deities wearing today I asked answer was “I don't know”
You're missing the point I'm sure doesn't need making
The roses, petals and gerbera daisies
make wonderful leis
but then I don't know what Gaurangasudar is wearing in San Jose
through the southland after the rains pedalers dressed as if they were in the Iditarod. Chasing along behind a team Murka and I get closer and closer as they go between the lakes and along the harbor. Murka and I take the right to the natasala while the team goes along to town along around Saint Dagwood's river. I take leave at the shop and Murka goes around to the reviewing stand and on to the ramp to the bear where the wharf road urges him to go to the left. The main street delivers him to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where he bows and falls in behind the kalarupa. To the sandhya Vijaya is there as the welcoming committee today after splitting firewood.
Baby blue with big chodders due to the wind outside Gandharvika seems to look better with her chodder over her head and Mahaprabhu and Giridhari look warmer with bigger chodders and they still find it easy enough to dance the night away.