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.