At the asrama in the hills above the bay
Plum, apple and avocado trees in the orchard
Eleventh day since the full moon, the day of Gaura Purnima
Every color in the rainbow in the thakuras dress
With bright blue stars and peacocks
Leis of leaves, petals and roses long enough to reach their knees
Made with such care it keeps devotees starring even from
The prasadam hall
“Don't tug on Superman's cape” this one's name it fits in all around
Murkha and are on the recovery trail. His ankle has become a serious confusion now he's on the trainer other out to continue the service without a care. The pedalers are coming out of hibernation now with the sun out the past couple of days. Along the wharf road and under the first highway to heed the ratha-bhojana-vrksa's call the kalarupa is waiting to carry him back for the sandhya being greeted by the sloka slinger once again.
With chodders against the chilly night the green/orange dress offered on nrsimha caturdasi shines as they dance the evening away.
On the way to Vrndavana two parrots flew down
And landed on Mahaprabhu's hand
The subject of their conversation
Will surely save us
Chanting the holy names as he wandered through the forest to set the people free
This outfit has colors of an embroidered parrot or three
In the ancient Bengali texts It's verse 43
Leis of statice, mums and a rose or two ah the florist says the season is changing and narcissus are the first flowers to say “hello” as well as being the first to go
Busting loose to the main street over the first highway the dvitiya campa hatti is on the right and on the right is the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. Some one goes by ridding a lawn mower if that don't beat all! Taking a left at the navapatra waving to the leaping monque back around to the stars of the morning. After that sight back to the reviewing stand of the cruiser king I take leave at the shop and Murkha goes on to the pedaler's ramp past the pitch and onto the wharf road. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa takes with pride the folded palms of Murkha and the kalarupa pulls him to the asrama. But in spite of the kalarupa's best efforts the little abuela from Venezuela sees Murkha and tells him he shouldn't be pedaling.
Om paramahamsa thakura is there to help the thakuras into their “lion on the chase” nightdress. The green and purple from nrsimha caturdasi is swirling free in the asrama by the sea. the sloka slinger has stoked the fire so high there's no need for chodders this evening that's still waiting for spring to come out of hiding.

When the thakuras had first come, oh how I still remember
How I hoped I'd get the chance to dress them up to dance to make
Gurudeva happy for even a day
installation made me worry, things happened in such flurry
carrying the dresser's orders “hey can't you hurry?”
and I know I nearly died when I heard mahaprabhu had fasted
All these years the feeling's lasted
When seamstress planned this dress she gave me the hint for the name “a tiara for the belt” she said
that brought the tune to my head
“miss America”
oh she couldn't take that anymore
so on the drawing board she took the crown turned upside down
and hid it never to be found
After some time on our own Gurudeva returned to his home
to tell us how he'd brought a girl from navadvipa but she's become flavored by the locals now
Leis of hyacinth and daffydills remind me of how despicable I am.
Oh how the rain came down pedaling along between the drops a little relief after the day before. in the tradition of making the circles just right and keeping elbows in. Form is the substance, huh? Pushing the pedals hard murkha and I aren't damp but are ready for the sun to come back as vijaya in his rain coat welcomes Murkha back for the sandhya.
Deep within the far off jungle tonight as the rain is letting up and promises to be gone for tomorrow. Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika -Giridhari are dancing now and waiting for the winter to move along.
Mr. tailor lets talk a little while
I was sent here by the seamstress, and have come many miles
You see it's time to make an outfit for the thakuras
They've got plenty of har and aruna
This one is going to be ganga-yamuna
Can you show some silver and a little gold
It'll be made for Mahaprabhu , on his birthday,
When “the moon is holding a rabbit”
That's what you call purnima so I am told
Yes that's good looking silver
And Giridhari's vest, Mahaprabhu's chodder
Also they'll have sashes that are gold
Just right Mr. tailor consider the cloth sold
Leis today of roses with some leaves stretched out
With stock mid length made with much heart beyond doubt
Over the main street to the big road smiling and waving to the go light's camera. (Old toffee nose doesn't approve of that sentence “Fragment! Fragment! He cries”) the purna ana is there with phalam. To the wharf road under the first highway back to the main street to the bridge over the first highway and to the dvitiya campa hatti. (His green crayon under the words he slashes every sentence must have subjects verbs adverbs vertebrae and invertebrate) the whalers are paying attention to detail at the top of the little hill. Going through the treacherous triangle there are a couple of tandems. At the shop I take leave and let Murkha take the corner to the pedaler's ramp speak to the bear and come back to the long and winding. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa is there for the bow and the kalarupa takes Murkha back to the asrama for the sandhya where a community servant greets him.
Hiranyana kasipu soft yellow and gold good for dancing even on the chilliest of nights as these last days of winter. Chodders are still on specially since the coach isn't here to build fires that last all night long.
Saint Patrick's Easter comes fashionably late
Long time waiting for the arati to begin
remember the devotees and the looks on their faces?
The way the English class was coming
Did they know what they were about to see?
Waiting for the moon to rise
Purple and yellow with embroidered flowers
Spring time arriving
Same color that the priests wear for Easter time
Long lei for Giridhari
Hyacinth, fuchsia, and snapdragons light and fragrant
Remember the speaker saying, “This is like our Saint Patrick's day”
Can Murkha come out to pedal? He still has to sneak out there are those that think his ankle isn't ready. So quietly over the main street and through the southland he and I go trying to stay undercover. A beast is stopped waiting to make a turn and motions Murkha and I around. He and I change plans and go on to the lion's park. There isn't anyone there so it's on to the village where the sufferers are getting into the water. Many pedalers out taking advantage of the daylight and the mild day there's one on a mission from who knows stopping at a bakery then there are two other roadies out for a friendly spin no teams are practicing but several individual members are out for tune ups a fixed gear freak dodges the traffic with an illegal smile and a quick wave to Murkha and I on the opposite side. At the shop I take my customary leave and Murkha lays low waiting to go through the treacherous triangle the redone road is full of beasts but he gets along to the tennis park where he makes the left to the toad road the basketball park is on the left and the navapatra is on the right the highway entrance there is open and he stops to talk noticing the time he heads for the wharf road and the long and winding where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa likes his folded palms the kalarupa is hurrying him along for the hour is getting late
Om paramahamsa thakura couldn't quite get the mukuts on Mahaprabhu and Giridhari's topknots. Mahaprabhu's halo showed through until murkha came along to convince them to take their places. Creamy red and white the Chinese silk from Nrsimha caturdasi the touch that kills. Mahaprabhu brought his beauty and kirtan to end the demoniac mentality. They dance the night away with a fresh look at mukuts “deity worship means something new every day” sp used to say