With gurudeva’s mercy, jiva, you can return home
At the stroke of midnight he appeared beginning
his mission to deliver the fallen
can you give me Mahaprabhu’s shelter?
I feel like I’ve fallen out of a tree
Master said “Vrndavana is for shallow thinkers”
And I need your grace to help me see
Four shades of purple from vyasa puja day
Hari nama sankirtan one and only way to pray
Mahaprabhu’s lei with roses and daffy dills
giridhari’s adds hyacinth thrills
srimati Gandharvika has gerbera center
a compact way to the highway over the main street, after the chat it’s off to the village where the sufferers go. Construction to soften the sheer drops slows things a bit by pushing joggers, dog walkers and pickpockets together. Weaving through them to the avenue of the tennis park where the park is on the right, I take leave at the harbor going on to the shop. While Murkha goes right on straight ahead through the treacherous triangle and the pedaler’s ramp. The dvitiya campa hatti is on the left where many makers of leis get their flowers over the first highway to the long and winding where Murkha bows to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and asks the kalarupa if he knows the way to the asrama. Greeted by vijaya in a raincoat he returns.
As the warmth lingers Sri Guru-Gauranga-Gandharvika in their deep within the far off jungle nightdress dance all night long
So many devotees gathered around
Hoping to feel his warmth and hear his divine sound
All will remember the dream they shared
None wanting to have to say good-bye
He opens their darkened eyes
bringing his effulgence bright as sunshine
uttama slokas from across the universe over the phone lines
crystal mukuts and necklaces glistening
elegant brocade vivid colors melting hearts turned to stone
who could forget the hyacinth leis?
Mixed with roses and gerbera centers to reach their knees
“ well Murkha, it’s so good to see your feet is better” one of the folks said as he went out the door. Off to the main street passing the dvitiya campa hatti. There is a mountain man on the right pedaling away but murkha and I are a little faster. at the shop I take leave and murkha schedules and heads over the first highway on the way to the spacey one. Near the pasu kaviraja one traveling by sings out “sraddha van jana he! Sraddha van jana he!” Murkha raises the left hand and repeats “Sraddha van jana he!” Pictures of spring showing deer covered in snow to their necks are on someone’s mind. That in mind the ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls out and the kalarupa chases Murkha to sandhya greeted by the motor cycle sloka slinger fresh back from an adventure of his own
Hiranya kasipu on the equinox and Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are eager to dance under the stars this evening the night is warm and the chodders stay in the closet.