Though he controls even the breeze
He's always at ease
He lives in the jungle
Tends the cows and plays with the gopis
Without a worry or care
His parents hope that he'll go far
His devotees know he illuminates the stars
Sends them saffron mercy particles from home in a jar
For one's janmadina
Seamstress made this outfit of deep forest green
With black and silvery trim more elegant may not be seen
In the kirtan rite the devotees' voices unite
The mrdanga and karatalas
Made a massala
That touched the sky
Everyone cheered to see the arati on time
Narcissus continue to dominate the leis
So much fragrance carries the mind away
To the service of sri gurudeva
Out in the last rays of sun today Murkha and I are quick to spin around the southland to the lion's park and campa hatti. Through the village and by the beach where the sufferers are plenty Pedalers are out in force also e-bikes, fixed gears and cruisers alike get out to celebrate the break in the rain. Everyone is laughing, everyone is happy. Stopping at the navapatra for phalam and puspam then there's the pitch on the right and the wharf road ahead. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees murkha bowing his head and the kalarupa tags along. The familiar “get a light” is heard from a beast passing by so murkha flips on the taillight another comes beside with the welcoming cry “sraddhavanjana he!' To which the answer is the same then comes a challenge to race that Murkha has to decline for he can't travel at the speed of the mind
In the ninth day of the waxing moon of Kartik Srila Guru Maharaja appeared. This nightdress was offered for that day kind of a remake of an earlier dress retired a soon since some of the cloth wore out. But now they've been dancing in this edition for a few years now. They dress quick tonight as the program comes to an end.
Before a famous battle Krsna sung a song we'd do well to know
While Arjuna wrestled with the question “should he stay or go”
Give a thought for the yogi said, “ this field is the highest place of bhajana.
Now as the best falls as if from the top of the tree consider this
Gandharvika is most need of service here so draws the most good
So pray to be allowed to lend a hand
At that most crucial time
Seeing them in red, white, black and gold
As narcissus fragrance is still dominant mixed with whole roses
“Home comfort” contains highest truths to know
“share this joy with all you meet”
“jewel of the twice born” says let it show!
off to the highway for only a moment and through the lion's park to the campa hatti. The sufferers are out in the sun along the drive where they find their on phone booth around to the navapatra and the trader's to the wharf road under the first highway hearing the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and the kalaruapa hammering up the path to be greeted by Vijaya who is chopping the firewood into usable size chunks
Ah bengaleast the baby blue dress from a radhastami long ago now. With the angora chodders of the season they dance all night late with the return o f one of their canters of the hari nama
Devotees walked down the long and winding road
Seeing places where Gurudeva likes to go
Where he could take the devotees on a scooter ride
To a bench to sit and see the high tide
In for darsana of the Deities in silver and blue
Heavenly blue with silver mesh
Another wonderful outfit for Guru Maharaja's appearance day
A red backdrop might make it scream
Or really pop as if from a movie screen
Narcissus flowers are still the order of the day combines with roses they gently sway
With their dancing mood of divine play
Urvasi is the name of this silver and blue
murkha and I are off to celebrate the passing of a “cardinal” of soquel. Over the first highway past the clank of the aluminum bat field up to the whalers who are displaying black arm bands at the ocean street going right with an eatery on the left under the first highway there and through a memorial park the twisting path takes a turn to the right and there are the devotees singing and dancing saying “gaura hari!” stopping to hear the speeches then back on to pedal in for the vaikalika bhoga offering welcomed by the eucalyptus trees.
Yet another nightdress from nrsimhacaturdasi orange with green silvery panels on Gandharvika's skirt after more festivities they're ready to take rest a little early and then engage in their pastimes all night long.
Now it's necessary to have a festival for the “cardinal” of Soquel
We thought to have it Thursday but everyone else confessed
They'd rather have it Sunday so I knew I'd have to go get dressed
'cause I wasn't ready for the altar but if arati was to be on time
I'd have to hope the clock would be a friend of mine
Coming in for darsana I think it's bad hair day surprise
But I just can't bring myself to say it can't you see it in my eyes?
i'm still one poor stupid pujari
reasons aren't too hard to find
I pray desire for gurudeva's service force it's way into my mind
Come for darsana in the natha mandir
With thick smoke of incense in the air
Just one drop of mercy floods all who gather there
Seeing the Thakuras in the Superstar dress they wear
Roses and leaves, leis made with such loving care
Sprinting all the way along the long and winding to the main street into the southland for a short quick talk with a couple that remembered. The lion's park leads Murkha and I on to the campa hatti. The village is full of folks celebrating the rainless day jogging, pedaling or suffering darting in and out of those on the path past one lighthouse then under some trees back to the beach and between the lakes where the geese are staying on the right side the tennis park is also on the right still Murkha and I take the left to the natasala no show is planned for a week and I take leave at the shop while Murkha goes through the treacherous triangle to the ramp and the bear who says “hey! the wharf road takes him to the long and winding where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees the folded palms of Murkha picking up the kalarupa all the way to the sandhya where the Kernel of Divine Love is the greeter.
Om Paramahamsa Thakura is there to help them into their “o deer doe” nightdress light mint green with deep green trim he thinks their hair needs some extra care and then ends each sentence with “sradha van jana he!”
O parrots high in the tree of Jharakhanda
Fly down and speak for Mahaprabhu
Who's traveling through
On His way to Vrndavan
And balabadra Bhattacharya
Collected fruits, roots and spinach leaves
Then he made them into offerings
To set before the Lord wonderful things to eat
“If Krsna is with Radha, then he attracts cupid himself
but when he's alone even he is
enchanted but feelings of the erotic kind”
hearing these words from Sari, Sukha knew he'd met “defeat”
then they flew back to the tree and Mahaprabhu watched
the peacocks dance with curiosity.
Bhakta Blade was warned
“don't take the narcissus with the eucalyptus
they're for the leis.”
Made only with those flowers all other fragrance is swept away
Between the drops by staying down on the drops Murkha and I are off again to the land where mountains melt like sugar lumps under the clip less pedals of roadies on the attack. A team flashes by on the opposite side engaged in a high-speed chase. Murkha and I are still searching for a place to light greeted by umbrellas the sandhya raises his arms shouting “Gaura Hari”
“I saw vraja kissing Santa Claus” from Guru Maharjaja's appearance day 'cause it was the time of the year when such feelings are beginning to appear. They dress quickly to avoid being late for their nighttime dance. They are so happy that they keep up their dance all night long