Check the calendar for a coming holiday
Pick colors for a new dress arrange the pattern in a new way
Going for a look that will turn the frowns upside down
Until the curtain opens won’t know what’s best turban or crown
Three festivals in ten days it’s easy to be confused
If you forget which one it’s for you’ll be humorously abused
They’ll giggle, they’ll chuckle, be sure you choose right
But if it gets to be too much remember the name is “shut up kid”
Free spirit leis on this and future Wednesdays gerbera daisies, roses petals, and leaves kind of nice and light
Sprinting all the way around the southland without stopping for the highway yet. The surya kutir is the destination of choice. plastic in the mail urged the visit. The wrong indication was taken so murkha and I go on between the lakes to hear the geese the boats are on the water and the people are coming out of the natasala I take leave at the shop as always. Murkha goes on to Saint Dagwood’s park. Coming out to the cruiser king’s reviewing stand and through the treacherous triangle all the way along to the hospital car park the southland comes on the right and this time there are a few minutes for the people, ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls out and Murkha folds his palms while the kalarupa has him sprint all the way to the sandhya. He’s greeted by the deer tracks.
O deer dough have you seen Krsna? The nightdress from a Radhastami some time ago the topmost devotees are asking everyone they meet if they have seen Krsna even the animals, plants and creepers.
Angel came from Goloka one October day
Receive the mantra from his hand
Prospects become grand
And he’ll take our consciousness high over viraja
Sankirtan party appeared on the street today
Singing of Mahaprabhu and Nityananda mahajana
Dancing and dancing asking only one’s faith
Giving divine love in exchange
Follow behind the angels
Forever to be free
Follow behind the angels
Cross beyond the material sky
Thin leis of single narcissus able to move
As they dance so spry.
A quick one to the joytish walla a bit of darkness set in the thakura vari. Around to past the pitch and the sufferers gathered there. A goes by on a lawn mower engine a pedaler in front says “make up your mind! One or the other!” the harbor has the boats tethered due to the wind. The natasala is waiting for the second show with a line all the way to the Southeast Asian fast food place. I take leave at the shop as always and Murkha goes around the corner to the reviewing stand. The house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-.lot is doing a brisk business as Murkha sails by the redone road is a quick ramble to the tennis park. At the other campa hatti he makes the right and sneaks through the hospital car park to the once-upon-a. then back to the main street to answer the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the kalarupa waits there the chauffeur him to the asrama where vijaya is waiting in his raincoat.
A lion on the chase is the nightdress this evening. Green with purple offered on Nrsimha caturdasi since it’s chilly again this evening they put chodders on, still never mind the weather they enjoy forever more.
She said, “The smooth dancing actor is in town again”
If I could see it it was Gurudeva’s blessing
For it’s he who pulls the strings, yes he’s in control
The smooth dancer has a flower over his ear
My guru’s vision is good and he shared it with one such as me whose heart is so cold
he’ll take a corner, a tiny corner that’s the way it should start
his loving ways are evident by the way he’s wearing these clothes
Mahaprabhu shows he’s the full conception of Svyam bhagavan on that side of the embroidered curtain
That separates the thakura vari from the nath mandir
Gurudeva said he’ll take us all home as long as we follow his plan
I see the leis have red roses, narcissus, and baby’s breath, the maker said she begged them from an old woman
She said “the smooth dancing actor is in town today”
My mind drifted to Mahaprabhu’s sankirtan party
As I thought about it I thought to let the meditation roll
It was the twentieth a dark and gloomy day. A heavy fog not really rain just enough for pain of pedaling between the drops, a tandem comes along just out for the sake of pedaling. The best reasons somewhere in this favored land there are fixed gear freaks, roadies and cruisers under dry skies but here there are only raincoats, umbrellas, and plastic bags on saddles. Returning the quail find it odd that he’s out on such a winter’s day
Deep within the far off jungle the nightdress even though there is a small chill in the air they’re ready to dance the night away.
Asking ourselves what are the thakuras wearing today?\
Sunflower burst effulgence and mukuts on their hair
Gurudeva is our savior as plants the seed in our hearts
Our life begins now
i’m a sumanas child the thakuras bless us with darsana
the curtain opens after the bathing
seeing the fragrance
Off leis of narcissus flowers
As they dance in the kirtan spilling petals all around
Touching them to their heads, devotees say
It’s only this service connection that makes everyone what they are
Sprinting down to the long and winding to the main street around the southland and back to the main street to mahamuni’s post box for the first time in a long time around the corner a group shouts hello and Murkha answers “howdy bol” up to the other camapa hatti to the left on to the village along the beach to the geese and the tennis park is on the right at the natasala I take leave on the way to the shop and Murkha takes the ramp back to the long and winding where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa watches him fold his palms while the kalarupa chases him to the asrama where the wood cutters are chanting verses to welcome him.
Hiranyakasipu is the nightdress the soft yellow and gold that they can comfortably dance the night away in.
Coming in for arati what service is there to give?
Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari’s outfit is Diet Olive
Narcissus, roses and baby’s breath together in the leis
The maker said I had a vision of clouds in the leis
Such a thing! You’ve got to see a picture of this one
With the rain following right behind Murkha and I are spinning on the long and winding to the main street. In the southland there is time to stop for a look onto the highway. Then around the lion’s park to the village where the tourists are wondering like everyone when will the dark sky open up with water. Tracing the coastline all the way to the harbor where the boats are coming in Murkha and I go on to the natasala where a show is just beginning and people file in. At the shop I take my leave while Murkha goes on into the town below. The monque leaps there but murkha sprints up the beach hill to Bhakta Blade’s kutir. Offering respect there going on to Seymour’s museum where the great blue whale keeps watches over all that come. Turning in the car park and back to see what della will wear. The mountain men are out without fear of rain like some roadies who sprint in order to stay a step ahead of the storm. On the long and winding a few drops begin to pelt Murkha but nothing steady. At the rath-bhojana-vrksa Murkha folds his palms and chases the kalarupa all the way to the asrama the kernel of divine love is the welcoming committee.
In the ninth, the nightdress this evening, features lighter chodders ‘cause of the clouds above reflecting the heat. Guru Maharaja’s appearance day brought this one the snaps on the back of Giridhari’s coat can drive one crazy as the seamstress worried. “is it too hard to snap?” but some how it works out well enough
It really doesn’t matter if the tailor made it wrong
The seamstress will make it right
For Janmastami day it will be right for all to see
The tailor wanted to make lots of taka
But the seamstress wasn’t spending enough
So he wouldn’t make this outfit like she wanted
He was so mean wouldn’t play
Seamstress had to save the day
Make up what he left out
Bring an end to all of the doubt
She made it right
By Janmastami day it was right for all to see
Leis of roses and miniature daffodils with long centers
Across the main street in the southland there isn’t time for the highway. Through the village and tracing along the beach where a father points his kid at the roadies going by.and Murkha salutes. An errand runner sees the roadies coming behind and moves to the right. at the navapatra I take leave and Murkha goes by the pitch on the right left on the wharf road under the first highway hearing the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and the kalarupa sprinting to the sandhya where the bunnies are greeting.
Baby blue Bengal east where the Ganges doesn’t flow a heavenly cloud dress for this evening while they dance all night long.
Seeing this dress shows illusionary happiness won’t be fun anymore
In this beautiful blue sari
Mahaprabhu in mango and Giridhari in yellow
When will separation from you hurt so badly it will cause me to cry out loud?
You are my Lord now, forever and always
Brightly feathered peacocks, sweetly singing cuckoos
Teach me to dance and sing in the sankirtana
‘till my consciousness becomes divine and a thrill at every moment!
Leis of roses, petals and mums “Heavy!” declares the maker
“I hope they don’t complain”
between the raindrops yet again. how long can Murkha and I pedal along like this? With the tin umbrella over head and the master’s voice filling Murkha and my ears who knows perhaps all winter long. Isn’t spring supposed to be springing here in our bay? Are the flowers not to be blooming like madness by now? Kabe habe bole se dina amra? Still pedaling despite the weather through everything that’s done Gurudeva tells the secret of success to those who can catch it. And the motorcycle sloka slinger welcomes Murkha back for the sandhya several times he has explained still he is explaining
arghh mates! Om Paramahamsa Thakura says he won’t stay so after talking like a pirate is put on the Thakuras this evening he goes off. The emerald and hot pink dress is a quick one to go on. That way they can dance longer before the mangala arati comes and murkha comes to wake them.
In the dedication land
Being brought by Gurudeva’s hand
It was as if from a nightmare to be awoke
And Finding yourself in Goloka
Coming in from the cold
brought before the thakuras wearing multicolors
called the queen in days of old
leis of sumanas flowers still dear as fine art
just past the holiday of the heart
time is short so Murkha and I are pedaling like there’s no tomorrow. Not enough time to speak to anyone on the highway simply around the pitch where a practice is going on. The sufferers are changing clothes in the familiar places along the beach. Between the lakes are geese and sea gulls keeping watch. The boats are out of the harbor and the people are in the natasala seeing a grand performance of. I take leave at the shop while Murkha continues to saint Dagwood’s park where the bhutas and pretas are swirling together taking advantage of a break in the weather. Rounding the trader’s and headed for the corner Murkha passes the reviewing stand. Through the treacherous triangle the whalers are singing a detailed tune. Dvitia campa hatti has raised the ante as Murkha slips into the hospital car park . Ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls out as Murkha folds his palms and the kalarupa is mussing him back to the sandhya.
all the way from Nrsimhacaturdasi come the lotus nails, the weapon that isn’t a weapon names the nightdress from tonight. Green from one side but then again the same cloth looks orange. Is it just the ehcos of youth misspent or do eyes not deceive? They take rest in chodders big enough to hold off the chill of the night.
Bells on Srimati Gandharvika’s sari
Bhakta Blade’s making a fire
As the devotees sing out hari hari
Murkha’s returned for the six o’clock bells ceremony
Bringing flowers on his round legged pony
Light from Gurudeva’s torch opens dark eyes
Making them detached from worldly-mindedness
Seeing the Thakuras in “she’ll be there with bells on”
There’s narcissus, roses and petals
Leaves stretch them almost down to their toes
There’s mail in Mahamuni’s post box
That needs be brought back
A flock of cruisers along the beach
Murkha and I pedal past each
There are no sufferers to see
I take my leave at the shop lock up with a skeleton key
Murkha sprints to the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa
The kalarupa chases him to the sandhya
Where the devotees chant and they dance connecting everyone to the sankirtan of Mahaprabhu
Krsna is a brahmacari the nightdress that Giridhari wears orange while the other two have purple with white and orange. They see some rain coming so it’s lighter chodders
At the stroke of midnight when I was born
To chase bhutas away my brother blew the conch shell horn.
While relatives smiled their brightest smiles
Planning a birth party
Four shades of purple with leis falling around their shoulders
Roses and petals increase that ecstatic feel
A new day and the thakuras are dressed anew
So many outfits offered from the seamstress’
Skilled hand
Each and every day a change of dress
Do you ever wonder what others might call this?
His devotees give Krsna’s names
So his clothes must be the same
One taking darsana said “this is the Cinderella” outfit
Murkha asked why “just cause” was the only way the answer fit
Then murkha suggested, “Is it the way the ruffles sit?”
“Yes, that must be it”
two mice turned into horses wait to challenge Murkha and I all the way to the main street to the highway where a few are talking in joyous tones of high subjects. The drops are here again to pedal between. This skill has been well refined since the year began and so many drops have come. At the shop I take my leave and he continues to the ratha-bhojana-vkrksa’s call the kalarupa brings an umbrella to the sandhya where the lights are going.
Deep with in the far off jungle the thakuras are resting quietly for a moment and t hen rising to engage in pastimes of divine love all night long.
When will that day come to see thousands of cowherd boys playing together along with their cows, and calves laughing and joking with each other?
Taking their place in the purified service in and around the caves on Govardhana hill having a picnic in lotus formation
Wearing bugles and buffalo horns
Narcissus leis are most sublime contributing to the scene
Of pasture media time
Colds and flu can occasionally let you pedal where streets down ordinarily go From the bay all the way to the kirtan of a babji mahasaya. Hercules models go by next to cruisers and roadies. Only manasa pedaling could see such sights. Coming back to see the orange cat, mighty Quinn, greeting Murkha with a long look
Hiranya Kasipu is the nightdress for the second night in a row the chodders are enough too much so they leave them be.
Five thirty, mangala arati is on time going to the natha Mandir
Mrdanga and karatals clashing during kirtan
Singing to conquer the illusory energy
Eight o’clock comes and the curtain opens thakuras in green and purple, captain zigzag’s electric serpentine line of truth
Gerbera daisies and roses make the leis on this mahotsava day
Then japa in the prasadam hall with the daybreak sneaking
In the windows and corduroy roof cobweb
While there were ladies decorating for the festival coming in the evening the purnima it was a birthday it’s Gaura Purnima
Open up the curtain the devotees see the new dress
So m any people have come for the party they’ve all heeded the call to die to live in that conscious plane
and my head was spinning back in time to the Ganges bank where people chanted the name then I am offering arati upon the altar
the thakuras in P.D. Stotram’s 40 with another set of gerbera daisies, roses and jonquil leis two sets let you know how much maha the utsava is
Mahaprabhu overwhelmed in ecstasy in an outfit like the sun
Murkha and I are off to the main street around to the lion’s park and the campa hatti right to the beach where the sufferers are getting off their boards and onto their beasts. Between the lakes the geese honk. the harbor has the boats out on the bay. The natasala is waiting for the second show while I take leave at the shop Murkha goes on around the corner to the reviewing stand and through the treacherous triangle. The redone road leads to the tennis park. at the toad road Murkha makes the right and passes the basketball park on the left up the nava patra. The wharf road takes hum under the first highway. Hearing the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa he joins the kalarupa to the asrama to be greeted by the flags of the party
The touch that kills is the nightdress that came on Nrsimha caturdasi to kill our demon’s mentality. Red and creamy chinses silk that one describes as “very oriental looking”
Monday is red and Tuesday is blue
This Monday the peacock feathers flew
Opened the curtain and the devotees beamed
Yeah, by now you’ve heard about the scene
Sikhipicca camara of divine love
leaves roses with daises, sumanas flowers graced by the lord above
leis to their knees white as a dove
an onion jumped out took murkha by surprise rolled the ankle left him on a cane and off the street
Bengal east a baby blue, heavenly cloud dreamy nightdress that is soft and beautiful tonight they dress quick so as not to strain the rolling ankle.
When it came to offer leis with blue ribbons, this maker showed the other kids how
combined with puspa mukuts and dyuti hear the devotees say “wow”
a lion riding the joytish cakra and the moment of birth, simha rasi simha lagna, a great personality has appeared
Mahaprabhu arrived as all present on the ganga’s bank cheered
Petals, leaves and gerbera daisies combine in leis
Sure to make the smile count raise
Prahlad-a-dad, tonight’s dress good for dancing throughout the night relieve the fatigue and be there for mangala arati
A posse came here from the east
Their favorite colors seemed to be aruna har
After so many dresses seamstress got an idea and said
There needs be dresses of yellow, blue and red
Aruna har should take a break
So cloth was bought in all the hues merchants could make
Designs, patterns, and styles she did her very best
To put aruna har to rest
Still aruna har were planting seeds within some of their minds
Sp when folks went to the cloth shop aruna har is what they’d find
As time for a janmastami dress drew near
Seamstress saw it quite clear
The aruna posse rides again
Leis from a special guest star of roses, hyacinth and mums
In beautiful symmetry that’s how these three come
Oh deer dough have you seen Krsna? In the face of careful spelling this nightdress was named.
At Guru Maharaja’s appearance time it seemed to be said
Make this outfit of deep forest green with silvery shreds
Trimmed with black lace and crystal beads
With leis of roses, mums, orchids and leaves
A lion on the chase nightdress purple and green with chodders still into March the winter just won’t quit.
Yellow and blue combine as green
On this Gaura Purnima
Mahaprabhu in green
Shows how he’s giridhari and Gandharvika together
Inviting all to join in sankirtan taste divine love forever
Roses, gerbera daisies sprinkled with a handful of sumannas
With some daffy dills just for fun saying “come along with us”
Yellow and blue combine as green allows all to join no fuss!
Deep within the far off jungle from Nrsimha caturdasi silk from socal ribbons and flowers with eyelets making wonderful patterns for dancing and enjoying like anything
Another janmastami has come
a new outfit adds to the fun
when at last the midnight arati is done
the clock’s bell strikes one
and the devotees gather to see
this dress called “havirbhu”, the color of foam on ghee
sumanas flowers and hyacinth leis
mesmerize all who gaze
fragrance puts them in a daze
they may try to return home but can’t find the way
Murkha busts loose to the top of the barn to see who’s on the highway today. Gridlock prevents entrance and so hops along to the southland where it’s clear. Back in time to collect puspas before the motorcycle sloka slinger appears for the sandhya
Hiranya kasipu, the soft golden nightdress a youngster carries in and out the boxes while they prepare for their evening pastimes happily.
Puckawalla told me I must improve my dress
As he smirked at my shabby clothes
Then he displayed pictures of old pujari friends
Who’d stopped being slobs
There was one prabhu in vyau puri
Dhoti as deep as the end of the nish
Prabhu another in marakata mani
One can cut their hand on his crease
Ah but our gang still finds it acceptable
To let dhotis fade to light
And when Puckawalla rolls his eyes in disgust
It fills our minds with delight
Puckawalla sang
This is the difference between he and our gang
Leis of hyacinth gerbera daisies and sumanas flowers
Murkha and I are out again to the main street. The whalers salute. The house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot is on the left just before murkha and I sneak through the treacherous triangle. I take leave at the shop and Murkha sprints all the way to the redone road and spins to the toad road at the wharf road he takes the left under the first highway. The rath-bhojana-vrksa calls out and the kalarupa takes him to the sandhya. Bhakta Blade himself welcomes Murkha to the sandhya and the kirtan goes on.
in the ninth there are those who think chodders aren’t needed but if they go out dancing on these chilly nights they still want them.