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