The moon is waxing you can see it must be an ekadasi day
Gurudeva says he's going to take us home
To the top most destination a different World to sing and dance in
Then he picked up his karatalas and he chanted
We danced and jumped high in time
Till the pujari closed the curtain
Then we asked, “Prabhu is the offering on time?”
and the capatis weren't made of wheat flour and the soup
didn't a single mung bean
the deities' dress had every color in the rainbow as we slipped into
the nath mandir and waited 'till the curtain opened
pujari began the arati, blew the shank at the end recited prema dhvani the devotees were all shouting “ki jaya”
it was a most ecstatic feeling seeing the Thakuras wearing the outfit called “queen in days of old” for the ekadasi day
pujari laid the Deities down for rest, got on his bike saying, “oh let us go for a ride”
came back to wake them at four
dressed them oh so neatly again
the pudding wasn't made of sweet rice and the subji didn't have any hing
he took the plate behind the curtain and let them eat 'till they were done
go on about our every day activities
but don't forget the rainbow dress Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are wearing today
and the leis were made of roses there were leaves to make them symmetrical
Pedaling at the feet of another sadhu. Hearing him talk of “the proper mood” the cruisers were floating by after the sun poked through. Boats were going out onto the ocean while Murkha and I head on to the natasala. People were lined up outside for the show and I took leave at the shop. Murkha goes on to the traders through Saint Dagwood's park. pedaler's ramp takes Murkha by the navapatra and the pitch. Ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls him to bow and take the kalarupa to the sandhya. bunnies who have grown into rabbits are there to welcome him back.
Babaji Maharaja gets on the horse of a different color beginning to talk like a pirate. “Argh mates! Om paramahamsa Thakura stayed at his bhajana kutir this evening. So shiver me timbers but Murkha is tucking them in bed tonight like any other night so they can enjoy their pastimes all night or until he comes to wake them in the morning.

Prabhu, look at the panjika see if there's anything going on today
Hey! It's Varaha dvadasi! Varaha!
Let's get out the Bhagavatam
The boar is able to rescue things from dirty places
The limit of cleverness is here in the traces
Hear how he saved the earth on his holiday
Varaha Dvadasi day his appearance is a holiday
Flowers showered from the sky hear the demigods pray
Read all about him for his appearance day
Lots of devotees in kirtana see them dancing
Even dogs and children can get his merciful glance
Roses, leaves, and mums leis that entice all into divine trance
Everyone taking darsana presenting themselves to be viewed
It feels good to be out in the sun. Murkha and I are going along to the main street to the spacey highway the gatekeeper arrives a little late still murkha and I are able to talk with a few friends. On to the pitch on the left and around the sufferers Many drying out in the sunny afternoon pedalers of every shape and kind smile and wave even the roadies between the lakes geese are coming out to see the travelers around the corner to take my leave leaving Murkha to pass the house that taught choc-0-lot to talk-a-lot the redone road keeps the tennis park on the right and the toad road returns him to the pitch under the first highway to the main street and the ratha-bhojana-vrksa beckons as the kalarupa is taking him to the sandhya.
Lotus nails not a weapon but still able to kill the demon and keep the benediction offered on the Nrsimhacaturdasi can't say it's orange or green take a look from a different way and it's easy to say that it's all a mystery and they take rest to be ready for evening play.
Ribbons on the wall, yellow, red and blue
Devotees doing the swami shuffle after kicking off their shoes
“Diet Olive” is this outfit's name
misreading of a sutra Guru Maharaja brought to fame
words so simple but so sublime
just remember “Diet Olive”
see the Deities on the altar dressed in olive green and yellow
narcissus leis with gerbera daisies in the center
Hair is done with such care now the arati lamp is lit
Kirtan begins to swell, devotee's joy begins to rise high as it can get
Just remember “Diet Olive”
Murkha and I are out for a quick one before the celebration. The pedalers are once again taking the opportunity of the break in the rain to spin and sprint to their heart's content. There isn't time for the highway today since the festival is coming fast. Around the corner over the first highway past the clank of the aluminum bat pausing at the hospital curve up to the whalers who raise their arms saying “dayal nitai” a fast turn at the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot to the redone road. right down between the lakes the windmill has a few in the lot and there is a game on the pitch all along the wharf road to the main street the ratha-bhojana-vrksa is calling bow his head and pull the kalarupa to the sandhya.
A lion on the chase Another nightdress from Nrsimhacaturdasi “Is that one gold and purple?” asks Om Paramahamsa Thakura “no” “Is it orange and purple?” he tries again “no” “Green and purple?” “that's the only one left” taking the jewelry off he looks at the new things offered in honor of Nityananda Prabhu trying to decide where it was to go. Still Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari dress quickly enough to dive into their evening pastimes before Om Paramahamsa Thakura has the fire stoked up.
Cowboy of Vraja's land
Devotees know it's at your command
I want to play with you in the pastures even if it takes a while
Everything attractive is coming from your sweet smile
Each relationship with your devotees changes your name
With so many cowboys playing in the fields it's pasture media time
narcissus season along with roses you can see it in the leis
murkha and I are racing the rain today. Skies are threatening. Still it's around the southland to the campa hatti through the village where the tourists are also worried about a coming storm. Pedalers on a team errand runners and cruisers are all out to squeeze in one more before the rain arrives. There's one with his rig made up like a horse galloping along. Going through Saint Dagwood's park there are folks playing football and volley ball whatever the can some walk hand in hand others are content to watch the river. Taking leave at the shop Murkha continues to the ramp and the pitch. It's all quite today. So quiet in fact that even from the pitch the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa can be heard and Murkha is going there to chase the kalarupa back to the sandhya welcomed by a few brave deer who aren't afraid of a little rain and thunder
deep within the far off jungle another nrsimhacaturdasi outfit. Without Bhakta Blade here to stoke up the fire the chodders are in force this evening to keep them warm enough for a night of dancing.
It was the first day of a lunar month and devotees came to see the Deities. There was incense burning karatals playing so the air was full of sound
Mahaprabhu and Gandharvika wore copper with blue seed beads enough to stretch to the moon
Sewn into stars, diamonds rings and things
Narcissus flowers of all colors in their leis
They came to the temple to see the Deities in a dress “true value of a silk turban” is it's name
At the asrama remember the name cause it ends the everyday game
Pedaling away murkha and I began at the main street across to the southland back to the lion's park. the campa hatti came up with the left Murkha and I were in the village but there were no raindrops to bee seen. People are coming out of hiding with the sun back in town for a few days. At the harbor the boats are out and the natasaLA sees the line around the corner for the second show. At the shop I take leave and Murkha goes around to the reviewing stand . through the treacherous triangle to the ramp . the bear is happy to see Murkha and he flies by to the pitch and the wharf road to the long and winding to the ratha-bhojana=vrksa folding his palms and chasing the kalarupa to the sandhya.
Hiranyakasipu is the nightdress of gold and yellow the soft silk and lace for the night they dress a little later wanting to dance before they lie down for a moment and then up again to play all night long.

Have you heard from Gurudeva?
Srimati Gandharvika’s representative teaching divine love to the entire world
Going to the asrama
Waiting for the curtain to open for a darsana that can take us from this lonesome world
Too bad my mind tries to drag me down
Tears of separation burning me way down in my soul
Hear the kirtan party coming
Most difficult leis to make are the ones of petals these have petals, whole roses and some fun purple flowers that are like some kind of rose also.
All the way to the navapatra to join the highway lots of Deity pictures and tales of outfit names. On through the campa hatti and the village the grey sky has kept some away but the harder core are out there suffering. Hardy cruisers are watching them from the jagged edge of the paths. But Murkha and I have never gotten off on that so it’s on to the windmill. Round the bend between the lakes where the geese have tucked their heads under their wings. The harbor sees some boats are out and the natasala has a show in session. I take my leave as the shop comes up on the right. Around the corner Murkha passes the reviewing stand. The King has long gone home. Through the treacherous triangle Murkha sneaks along to the light of the setting sun taking the pedaler’s ramp passing the bear and the jpurna ana hatta. On the right and left. The wharf road appears ahead waiting to take him along to the main street. Answering the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa to fold his palms and pull the kalarupa to the sandhya. Mahamuni is the welcomer today.
Just a touch of Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari kills our desires for activity in the world away from the service of Srila Guru Maharaja. After they’re dressed in the creamy red Chinese silk they happily enjoy their pastimes.
Chanting some japa in the natha mandir
Are the colors for the new outfit ready to go?
One of the kids say “what about orange, red and yellow?”
Yes! That sounds nice and mellow
Seva asrama at Janmastami time where the festival goes on all night long to celebrate the two days most sublime
Those are the colors you’ll use I know
Cause there’s free thought flowing through the air
And the suggestion shows that someone cares
Season of spring makes the flowers for leis
Roses, petals, lilies brought in before they get beat down by the rain
Seamstress wonders when Murkha will give the name
‘cause he never gets tired of playing the game
the rain seems unstoppable. Murkha and I pedal to the feet of a sadhu to hear him speak of people, why the laugh why they cry how they live and how they die. Campa hatti to the village where the drops are creating concentric circles on the bay it’s getting harder to describe sufferers to the fixed gear gang. The natasala is dark today so it’s around the corner to the cruiser king’s. at the shop I take my leave and Murkha goes on to the redone road where the tennis park is on the right. Toad road takes him to the navapatra where a leis maker is taking mahapuspes. The wharf road takes him under the first highway. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees him fold his palms and challenge the kalarupa to the sandya. Out from under his blanket Vijaya greets him.
Baby blue is the outfit this evening and with the rain comes a little warmer night but still the chodders are there in case by mangala time there has been a change in the weather. Considering all things they still enjoy without limit.

Janmastami came late that year
Many friends came to celebrate the birth of their lord dear
Mahaprabhu with teardrop beads from his sash and chodder
Giridhari has a flowing chodder and cummerbund
Gandharvika’s skirt has hula-hoops
Purple and silver moons and stars
Silver ankle bells, crowns and hars
Gandharvika’s skirt has panels and hula-hoops
Twelve months of dried fruit ordered in a phone call
Really meant a flute with ends with an elephant and ball
Gandharvika’s skirt is full because it has hula-hoops
Narcissus leis are filling the atmosphere
Directly across the main street to the southland recite the proper spells and the space opens Mahamuni is there but invokes the spirit of Gopal Bhatta Goswami “don’t say anything about Mahamuni” concluding this high talk the pedals are swallowed into the belly of the beast with a bow. At the asrama greeted by syamali for the sandhya the ceremony of the bells begins. After the ceremony it’s off to the steppe to hear words of wisdom from doctor Murphy, bsg. That takes Murka and I to a distant land long ago. Pedalers appear as rickshaw wallas and merchants call out “Highest quality, fixed price! Damn cheap baba!” others taunt Murka and I “lal banda” bowing at the mandir in parama tala there is a ring of a telephone that returns me to take leave and Murka to offer respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and lead the kalarupa to the ratri kalina bhoga greeted by pleasing speech and some red powder in a part.
Deep within the far off jungle, the nightdress, takes the Thakuras to their rest and other pastimes of the night.
Thakura Bhaktivinoda has told us something
It takes something to understand
That is Mahaprabhu appeared on the full moon
in Bengal the full moon is called ‘a rabbit in hand’
ganga-yamuna offered on Gaura Purnima
called nadia sasadhara, ‘holding a rabbit’ is what it means
Leis of pastel roses some that turn to face the world
light enough to dance with so the thakuras swirl
murka and I take off to the southland
around the loop to the big street over the first highway. Taking the right past the trader hooking back to feed the bear. With the pitch closing down due to darkness I take leave. Murkha goes on to the wharf road under the first highway and the main street. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa takes the folded palms and the kalarupa chases Murkha to the sandhya welcomed by Vijaya.
On the soft bed the Thakuras take rest in their yellow and gold nightdress toped by white Russian chodders except Mahaprabhu has dark blue wool one. Not chilly enough to light the fire. The pastimes of the Thakuras provide the warmth as they dance all night long.
Cruising down the path in a bullock cart
It’s ekadasi on the lunar chart
Peacock crown and effulgence over head
Blue stars on the cape you can see them when it’s spread
Like a king or so it seems
Roses, petals, and lilies make the leis
Fluffy not stuffy Guru maharaja’s way
Around to the southland to the cyber highway ‘till it got shut down then the lion’s park where one on the bench started to move away but felt more at ease seeing ‘twas only Murkha and i. many pedalers out again today in the warm afternoon sun shedding their winter gear. A team goes by and waves as Murkha and I salute. Through the village tourists are checking out beach clothes and things to cover their eyes. Sufferers are returning to the beaches. The cruisers are carrying their boards all along the way. the natasala is waiting for another week or two for a show. The house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot is open again and their parking lot is full. I take leave at the shop as usual and murkha sprints to the harbor where the boats are coming in as the light fades. The tennis park is on the right and the toad road is ahead. Right there to the navapatra and right again. Along the beach road to take the pitch by surprise it’s on the left now and there are some players coming away unable to see the ball any longer. Down the wharf road under the first highway to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa to bow his head and follow the kalarupa to the sandhya. Where Vijaya is resting after splitting wood all afternoon.
To get away takes a touch of the mercy of Gurudeva for that will kill all desires for fruitive activity the nightdress tonight is of the Chinese silk that was sung of earlier on nrsimhacaturdasi when life was slower and much more meelow
Hey there is that Gandharvika in her hood?
Here on the field of her highest bhajana
I hope to get some service if I could
Here is the place she needs it most
So it brings the most back
Leis of roses and stargazer lilies fragrant and outstanding
With the red, white and black
Stopping only for a moment at the entrance to the highway Murkha and I take off to the chemist’s shop. Next door is the purna naivedya . quickly, racing the dark, around to the harbor and the shop where I take leave. Murkha goes on to see the pitch and go under the light. At the ratha-bhojana-vrksa he bows his head and the kalarupa follows him to the sandhya. a group of cruisers are coming in the opposite direction and they wave. At the mrga bhavana there is a light but it seems that there is no one home. Passing the corporate raider and the stars and bars the sandhya is in view. Mahamuni is the greeting committee.
Swinging their hair to and fro they get into their nightdress. Baby blue learns to work the kartalas it shows just how we feel. Banana khir all night long what a way to take rest
Sue nila vasana, beautifully blue, eyes are seeing
Their arms are raising singing with joy
Of the pastimes of the abode of pure love
Gurudeva please extend your mercy
Guide us along in our journey
Deeper and deeper in the conscious world
Open our eyes with your shining light
Not only roses and petals in the leis
Tulips also find their way in today!
To pedal along on a day like this one Murkha says to me you gotta love it. Between the drops and all. Seeing one with an umbrella attached to the handlebar so it hangs overhead. HA! What a sight. Later on the way comes a guy with a trash bag as a raincoat and a bread wrapper covering his saddle. As the folks on the highway are talking Murkha and I give a quick shout out and go on to the shop where I take my leave and Murkha skips between the drops further to the ramp and the main street where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees the folded palms as the kalarupa brings him along to the sandhya. King of the dancers, as Murkha returns, hurry on in leave the storm.
Bhakta Blade dresses them while remembering days of the jolly roger, riding on a horse of a different color everyone has heard about. Hot pink and emerald green without extra chodders since he’s stoked the fire so high it may still be burning at the time of mangala arati. Aargh mates!
Mahaprabhu is searching for you
Wants to give you the dust of his lotus feet
Chanting together, Prabhu, telling everyone you meet
Why did he come here?
To remove our pain and fear
With the bangle on his wrist this dress is called superstar
Right you are! His mercy shines on
To everyone under the sun
Leis of roses and leaves symmetry
All the colors matching up
Pointing the same way is beauty
The door of the mind opens, the manasa pedaling begins
Murkha and I are soon on the trail of the legends of pedaling. Climbing with the best of them through the steep hills in a far away time and country. Seeing a renowned hand shake just as it is reported. Their names are painted on the black top still Murkha and I have transported there. People are hang gliding even at this elevation. A once upon an observation telescope is there where the snow has covered the ground. As the descent begins I take a big lead over Murkha . There comes a slight hill and he catches me never to look back. The cold was a complete surprise so as I take leave to the shop he continues on to the bear and the pitch. The navapatra has air conditioning up so high that he begins to shiver and it lasts all the way past the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where the kalarupa takes him to the sandhya and returns him to this plane.
With green angora chodders on top and the lotus nails nightdress below Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari engage with pleasure in their evening pastimes.
The sky is dark ‘cause the moon is new
Mahaprabhu slipped into ecstasy as the sank blew
In for arati and amar Prabhu Jagannatha beamed
Thakuras in yellow with bumblebees in a stream
Gurdeva is offering love divine
Leis so artistic to day the roses, petals and leaves
All who saw were sure the thakuras were pleased
A ninja like run to the trader’s and back floating a message
In reply to words from a traveling boy sage
In the warmer days people are out to jog, suffer and pedal. The teams are getting ready for a century while joggers just get ready for the end of winter. The boats are coming in at the harbor while the sun begins to drop behind a cloud. The tennis park is on the right and the toad road gets murkha to take it all the way past the basketball park on t he left making sure to keep the pitch on the right. Carefully going under the first highway to answer the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa bowing there slowing for a moment from to a spin while the kalarupa checks the chronograph keeping eyes on the sandhya. deer prints are there to welcome Murkha to the sandhya as the tolling of the Garuda bell draws the dwijamanianugas in.
On this chilly night the chodders are heavy and Giridhari takes the orange dress of a brahmacari. Remembering this by his will the river Yamuna will part and allow his topmost devotees to cross with out the aid of a boatman.
It must have about midnight
When Srila Guru Maharaja descended on earth
To bring chaos to order and give the sufferers relief
Leaders simply wasting everyone’s time
Binding them to the cycle of death and birth
Singing the glories of Mahaprabhu let them see what life is worth
Mahaprabhu’s kirtan, there’s a reason to get excited,
As guru maharaja has deeply spoke
Vrndavana is for shallow thinkers
It’s Mahaprabhu’s mercy that brings real hope
That may cause one to fall as if from the top of a tree
Our guardians have not talked falsely, they’ve come to set us free
In front of the room where Srila Guru maharaja was born
His brother kept watch that no ghosts or evil spirits attacted
Not even ones in the form of cats
Off somewhere in the distance mangal arati began
People from all around joined in the sankirtana.
Leis of narcissus permeate the atmosphere
The thakuras smiled a bit when they were shown the mirror
The highway is to full today for talking so Murkha and I sprint all the way to the corner. The go light begins again around the trader’s and the leaping monque. Up to the cruiser king where the reviewing stand is waiting to see how the pair are doing. at the next light I head to the shop and Murkha gives chase to the bear and beyond. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa receives his folded palms and sends the kalarupa to the sandhya in between the dark and the light
The far off jungle as a lion is bold on the chase the Thakuras are graceful in their pastimes. On this clear evening the thakuras are ready for some pastimes in the “jungle” the eucalyptus grove where the deer and coyote play.
He came to give everyone the chance to come back home
Brahmins and students wouldn’t accept, began to moan
Mahaprabhu made a plan that he knew would work best
He changed his dress, shaved his head, he took sannyasa
Didn’t know if it was day or night
Chanting and dancing with everyone in sight
Nityananda Prabhu played a trick
Advaita Acarya revealed it quick
When the curtain opened
Thakuras are wearing aaaaaa’cutty”
Leis of petals and roses and lilies
Such an effort can’t be beat
Pedaling to the description of the thousand petal lotus with tridents in all directions. All kinds of cruisers go floating by. A team in it’s rain gear along with the fixed gear folks that are in their own version of weather stuff. Soon the phone rings to remind Murkha that the sandhya has come.
Ah, the soft yellow and gold. A dress so soft and comfortable it cannot but be a nightdress. They slip into it and head off to dance the inght way.;
Janmasatami day and many devotees had come
Mukuts , hars and effulgence brought by one
Arrive just in time for the celebration
a new dress that day a sumanas child now
took some time to get the right kind of trim
so good someone there could send some this way
that dress from Janmastami is what they wear today
hyacinth flowers, first of the season, come to join their divine play
specially brought by the maker for the leis
mixed with roses the colors go so well
fragrance masala inspiring a dance in their asrama by the bay
it was offered for Janmastami and they’re wearing it today
pedaling along between the drops again. On the main street the sun peeks through for long enough for Murkha and I to cross over the first highway and see the whalers. They dance and they sing and try to become receptacles for guru’s grace and the favorable glance of Mahaprabhu. Left at the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot all the way to the harbor where the boats are tethered due to the rain. Between the lakes not even the geese are out today. The windmill is dark as it can be and the beach seems almost empty. around to the pitch which is closed and under the first highway this time to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where the kalarupa makes sure the vaikalika and sanhdyas are in line. The periwinkle welcomes Murkha back and I take leave to the shop.
In the ninth Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are wearing red, blue, and green to dance around in this evening. It’s a quickie after the busy day of the feast of Advaita Acarya dishes small but deep and filled up
Very meticulous
Seamstress knows just what she wants
Very meticulous
Boarder these precise colors
Very meticulous
Mukuts must be an exact match
But if you don’t spend a lot money
Tailor just won’t understand
Very meticulous
Effulgence wanted too
Very meticulous
Done by this firm date
But if you don’t spend a lot of money
Tailor just won’t understand
Very meticulous
Petals, roses, and mums in the leis
Very meticulous
Fire heat makes them about to die
When the flowers must be free
They won’t last more than a day
If it continues to rain
Murkha and I are going to break
Manasa pedaling to the main street and the campa hatti. Left at the hospital curve to the tennis park, on the left between the lakes where the rain is falling. The windmill has never looked more closed. At the wharf road it’s almost time for the sandhya so the ratha-bhojana-vrksa is ready for Murkha’s bowed head. The kalarupa in rain coat and boots chases Murkha to the sandhya
Baby blue is the nightdress. Ready for their pastimes they lie down only for a few minutes, then get up for dancing the night away/
there was a jotish who clearly saw things
privately he made Nimai’s chart
He saw the lion in the jotish cakra and the birth time
A conjunction that shows a personality so fine
Nimai’s complexion of gold and eyes like a lotus flower
He has such a strong desire
To search his lost servants and explain
how they might engage in his pastimes again
by serving gurudeva both outside and within our heart
he’ll teach us how to play our part
coming for darsana everyone can see
hyacinth, mums and roses make a wonderful lei
will the rain never stop? Murkha and I just keep trying to find the way between the drops along the main street. There’s a rainbow above the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. People run to and fro in the parking lot. The boats are in the harbor the tennis park is empty as Murkha and I pass on the way to the toad road. Toad comes to join in the fun up to the wharf road with the basketball park on the left and the navapatra is on the right. At the pitch Toad takes leave to return to his gym. I continue under the first highway to the main street. Murka answers the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa while I go on to the shop. The kalarupa makes sure that Murkha is on time for the sandhya.
the vision of the Thakuras in Pralhad-a-dad has an affect on our minds that will calm all desires for other actions than service of sri guru and gauranga
gurudeva’s conception wakes us from the dream
keeps the lotus from scorching in the powerful sun’s beams
builds a strong foundation keeps our gang from downward spiral
teaching our gang to take shelter of dina dayal
made complete with leave, petal, whole rose leis
the rain won’t let up! Murkha and I are craving a good spin to the main street followed by a sprint around the southland topped by a hammer to the champa hatti. Easing up at the whaler’s due to the hill and seeing the team going down with smiles on their faces. Imagine a team with smiles. the cruiser king is on the reviewing stand to say ‘hey’ around the corner and I take leave at the shop. Murkha continues to dream about going down the ramp to feed the bear and see the pitch. Wharf road takes him under the first highway to the main street once again. The call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa brings Murkha to the kalarupa chasing to the sandhya.
o deer dough! Have you seen Krsna? The green and deeper green with silver nightdress. Even Mahaprabhu’s waistcoat lifts on the gentle breeze of their dancing pastimes that go on throughout the night.
Let me invite you in here
You belong here
Please take your place in my heart
Teach me to know you
Gandharvika send one who
Can show the way to make my focus new
Though engaged from dusk ‘till dawn
She’ll be there with bells on
To the southland and the highway of space. Lots of folks there to chat with and hear from Murkha and I are lost in conversation but not busy enough to notice the time going by. Off to the lion’s park and the campa hatti through the village where the raindrops are still showing themselves sufferers are few and far between and pedalers are just as scarce between the lakes even the geese are hiding the tennis is park is on the right and I take my leave to the shop for murkha has no time left and must go quickly to answer the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and follow the kalarupa to the sandhya even with the sun behind a cloud. Vijaya is shaking off the rain as Murkha pulls in and he urges, ‘don’t be late!’
It’s a miracle mom! Made so fast and now they put it on so quickly to get into their night activities. Purple, lavender, gold, fuchsia colors that they combine for this vyasa puja dress the day after the janmastami.
First time I dressed Gandharvika, giridhari’s servant number one,
When the devotees came for darsana jungle man said
“you dress Gandharvika so skinny”
she was an Indian girl when she came but she’s an american now
a long time in preparation for installation day
my fortune is so good to have this service come my way
cooking and sewing for her is it any wonder how
she was an Indian girl when she came but she’s an american now
narcissus and roses are coming to make the leis
gurudeva called her to find her servants by the bay
she was an Indian girl when she came, but she’s an American now
with the rain taking a break for the weekend murkha and I start for the lion’s park and the campa hatti. The snob hill is on the right a few more sufferers out today. Between the lakes to the harbor all the way to the shop past the natasala and the viraha building I take leave there and Murkha goes down around trader Vic’s back to the reviewing stand and through the treacherous triangle on the way to the ramp and the bear. The navapatra is there just before the pitch comes on the right. Along to the wharf road to the main street and the long and winding where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees the folded palms of Murkha just before the kalarupa pulls him to the temple past the stars and bars and seeing another pedaler on a rig way to tall for him.
Deep within the far off jungle this evening they wear chodders tonight even though the fire is high right now by the mangala arati the chill may indeed call for the chodders they are wearing. For the moment they lie in bed but when the light goes out who knows what really happens.
While Gurudeva is there on his holy chair
Won’’t you please come to the asrama
To take the love he has to share
No matter how the gunas have you bound
Surely there’s a way you can make it round
come to the asrama take the love he has to share
from bharatvarsya and all across the universe
Mahaprabhu will be so happy to see you here
Make it to the asrama drink the nectar flowing
From his smiling face
Spring flowers are appearing in the leis
Sunburst mums, lilies and some hyacinth these days
Some how come to the asrama
Don’t let anyone take your place
Murkha and I are pedaling between the drops again. Somehow these last couple of weeks there has been lots of chance for practice. Other pedalers are out too. One of the parishioners has a new rig with most of the components same as Murkha has. but old Twanky says the parishioner is no match for Murkha. The errand runners have their bread wrappers on their saddles and umbrellas on their handlebars while the fixed gear folks who venture out laugh to see such things. Around the harbor the boats are in and the drops are making them rise and fall . The natasala is ready for the show and the people waiting there on line are using all things for cover like newspapers, shopping bags and umbrellas. I take my leave at the shop while Murkha has to go on to the ramp and feed the bear. On the wharf road he hears the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and bows his head there. The kalarupa is anxious to get to the sandhya before the next round of thunder claps and welcomes Murkha back to the asrama.
After the rainy day the thakuras are ready to put on something silky soft like Hiranyakasipu, the gold and yellow nightdress that came on a Nrsimha caturdasi and that’s how it got it’s name. as usual after the change of dress they go on enjoying like anything

LIVE in the arena of pure consciousness
Nila, aruna, and syama, sweet smelling jasmine offered at their feet
Gurudeva’s mercy can set us right
Uninterrupted service all day and night courageously finding out new light
Going back to the sweet absolute taken where the name wants us to be
Keep chanting former self will go with sadhu sanga it most certainly will
Can’t go back acting the same old way
Gurudeva tells us “die to live”
He’ll take us to the sweet absolute posted in service, as we should be
Keep chanting former ideas will go with sadhu sanga it most certainly will
Roses and petals in the leis elegant as jewelry
Enhanced by thakura’s beauty looking ever so well
Spinning along to the main street and beyond to the highway. Around the southland to the chemist shop next door is purna naivedya where the cashierette smiles and miscounts her blood sugar level around the pitch is dark ‘cause the sun has gone to bed it’s the same route to the asrama and after respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa kalarupa gives chase to the sandhya Vijaya steps aside to let Murkha pass.
Om paramahamsa thakura is beginning the dressing in their lotus nails nightdress that was offered on Nrsimhacaturdasi as many a nightdress is the orange and silvery colored cloth put together in a short time
Giridhari’s vest and sash compliments Gandharvika’s panel skirt as they dance all night and never lost their joy.
From the other side, the calendar wasn’t right
Didn’t recognize vyasa puja had come
Is that Govardhana Puja?
Was that the day this was offered for?
Don’t let that come from your mouth!
I’ve spent too long hearing that tease!
Leis match perfectly well
Sumanas flowers and roses with a touch of symmetry
The coming darkness has the manasa pedaling happening once again. A place where everyone pedals no more beasts after the main street left just after the lion’s park comes the tour of CA when some of the biggest names in pedaling all came to town on the same historic day. The photo phosphorescent plankton had formed a starry pattern possible to get lost in with the plankton in Murk and my eyes the natural bridge comes into view. From there the walrus on a rock and then there the fixed gear freaks are circling round by the sufferer thakur on to the beach hill the monque is jumping as Murka and I get to the corner I take leave at the shop and he continues down the ramp to the bear who hath a hungry look under the first highway where a team practicing for the tour also and then the manasa pedaler comes down to be welcomed to the sandhya by the rabbits and mercury light
Fittingly a lion on the chase is tonight’s dress Fitting because of the manasa pedaling they dress leisurely and take time to enjoy their night pastimes.
This one is captain zigzag’s electric serpentine line of truth
Who knows which way it will go
Lime green, purple a little silver and gold
Come for darsana and see the colors glow
Gurudeva’s call brought the Thakuras here
and in this lovely outfit we hope
they’ll take us home to them
such magic leis that even the white stock looks lime green
the roses are an excellent choice for the purple gleam
more manasa pedaling. I can’t take much more Murka said to me. Still on with the show past the lion’s park to the village and around the beach where the sufferers go back to the wharf road after taking leave he goes back to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and I to the shop. He folds his palms and has the kalarupa beside him to make the sandhya
o deer dough a nightdress name inspired by the searching for krsna even among the plants and doe in the forest of Vraja. Green and silver offered for Radhastami three or four years ago