Meanwhile on another Gaura Purnima
When the arati was on time
the mercy of Gurudeva gave the chance prabhu
To have connection with that higher plane
Being bred to learn tolerance, respect and humility
and enter dedication’s society
hoping one day to wake up
In that service land
Trained for participation
In the on going celebration
Of krsna sankirtan
as the curtain opens your spirits rise
seeing them in Nadia Sasadhara, the full moon of Nadia
or “holding a rabbit” as the Bengalis say
seeing the zinnias, mums, gerbera daisies, and a daffodil
or two make the leis
all the way to the village stopping at the navapatra for the highway. The warmer days are stretching out more pedalers are seen around. There’s a pair with matching outfits, helmets and shoes, wild. The fixed gear folks chuckle at such coordination. Geese are honking between the lakes and people are going in for the natasala’s show. At the shop I take leave but Murkha goes on to the trader’s. Looping around to the leaping monque up the beach hill. The mountain men are defying the ground as he sees the sufferer thakura and turns homeward bound. Passing the mission and the clock. More errand runners are at the top of water. Through the treacherous triangle in sneaky fashion to the ramp and around the wharf road where the toffee nose pulls his green pen. Ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls out and the kalarupa is giving chase while murkha folds his palms. The sandhya is waiting happily.
The touch that kills is the nightdress. Chinese silk with creamy white just as smooth as milk they dance and sing all night stealing the hearts of all in the conscious world.
It’s time to make an outfit, the Lord’s birthday is coming
And devotes from all over will be coming to see him
Flowers and cloth and jewelry these gifts they bring him
“why not yellow and red for Gandharvika-Giridhari
while Mahaprabhu could have mango, a traditional choice
seamstress took the idea, ran with these ‘cause the colors are faves
so happy to hear them out of the mouths of babes
“leis are simple and humble” declared the maker
using narcissus, roses, and leaves as breakers
all around the main street pedalers were in view as the days are better with the rain all gone for now. Over the first highway past the whalers to natasala where the people are gone through saint dagwood’s park on to the beach hill to see the sufferer thakura turning to the lighthouse to go back to the shop where I take my leave and let Murkha to his last few errands. Hearing the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa he bows his head and chases the kalarupa to the sandhya
East Bengal is called the Radhadesa this one is baby blue. Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are taking rest wearing this nightdress as they feel they might be able to dance under the light of the moon and go on enjoying like anything
Why become a karmi, jnani, or a yogi
If Gurudeva extends his mercy to all the land
Or why read the mantra on the back of a cereal box
When it’s possible to take it from Gurudeva’s own hand
Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari appear in
Nila, Aruna,and Syama LIVE! In the arena of pure consciousness
Sign the contract and Gurudeva will take us all home again
Laughing in the kirtan, no sumanas flowers in the leis
Rather make them with hyacinth and roses instead
Sprint to the southland and the highway where folks are talking of many things like going to the city of nine islands and the cardinal of saints crossing. Next the purna anna for naivedya and such the dark still looms and so to bahirmukha jagat for joytish somehow it didn’t really satisfy. The pedalers are out in force in the rays of vivasvan. As the night closes in ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls out and Murkha bows his head the kalarupa takes him to the asrama to be greeted by the mighty quinn’s eyes shining in the dark
Pralhad a dad is the night dress and OPT dresses them so quickly they get a long springtime nap. Dancing and dancing till the mangal arati