Coming for darsana presenting ourselves for service
To Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari
It’s gurudeva’s mercy
When the curtain opens someone calls out loud
“Sue nila Vasana!”
Oh what a beautiful blue dress
Mango orange with green chodder and belt for Mahaprabhu
Yellow with purple ones for Giridhari
Hari Nama sankirtan won’t be long
‘Till we’re back home
Roses, petals and snowball flowers in the leis
this fine sight will change our lives
set our minds free
In the afternoon the rain cleared long enough to talk with some friends in the southland. Murkha and I went on past Mahamuni’s post box up to the campa hatti. The merchant gave some more petals in a black bucket that attached to the seat post. Along the beach to the navapatra for some fruit and kaju. At the corner of the toad road and the tennis park I take my leave and Murkha spins away for the long and winding. The Ratha-bhojana-vrksa is calling out for Murkha to come and quickly fold his palms before joining the kalarupa on the chase to the sandhya where the raindrops are forming just as he passes Vijaya.
OPT is there for helping Sri Guru-Gauranga-Gandharvika-Giridhari into their “Prahlad-a-dad” nightdress. He sings of a referee as Murkha drops the silas outfit on the floor that called a penalty for “giving the business” to another player. Giridhari’s necklace is causing much trouble this evening as the pieces come off and have to be looked for several times so they can take rest quietly

There’s a sparkle on the Deities’ outfit today
Pink and white with effulgence
Hyacinth and roses in the leis
Silver jari hars with red stones scoring some contrast points
Opt leaves putting Giridhari’s mukut on to me
How good it feels! Sukala Sakti love above power after all traverse on the beat of his mrdunga
To Float on the waves of blissful kirtan
Then chanting japa soft and low

Now pedal away murkha to meet me in the southland
to answer as the near friends warm calls
And now bound for the village going through the lion’s park
Pedaling successfully knocking the cobwebs out of Murkha’s brain
Off on the fog near the beach where the sufferers count the waves
And the geese honk with joy for the rain
At the natasala I take my leave and Murkha rounds the corner to see the cruiser king and come back through the treacherous triangle where the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot has it’s parking lot packed. The long and winding is there with the ratha-bhojana-vrksa calling him to bow his head and take the kalarupa takes him to the sandhya and the muni is greeting him.
Oh deer dough have you seen Krsna? That’s this nightdress’ name. in pale green and silver they dance the night away.

Arjuna said “I shall not fight”
Then threw down his bow
The gopis came and embraced krsna with their glance
And want him to come home
Taking Krsna back to vrndavana sows seeds of happiness
Dhotis and sari are white with black
Their flowing capes are red
Leis of roses and little lilies flow as the thakuras dance
The mrdungas and karatals will chime in time
Chant and dance in the kirtana in the first morning light
Service here brings the most reward
The field of the highest bhajana
Around the southland talking with people he might find Murkha and I are trying to be quick. Taking the right past the little train that leads into the village and going up the snob hill to the beach he and I are met by a team of cruisers who are leisurely sight seeing. Between the lakes are sufferers who carry their boards across the street.. At the harbor I go to the left to take leave to the shop and he continues to the toad road. the basketball park is on the left and the navapatra comes on the right just before the pitch. The wharf road takes him to the main street to heed the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and chase the kalarupa to the sandhya.
Baby blue with Giridhari in white so as not to be lost in the dress so close to the color of his skin. The dress quickly to be free to engage in their night pastimes.

Picking out the cloth for the is outfit was “heaps of fun”
Like a pilgrimage of the shops in Navadvipa stopping at each one
Adding a peacock rescued while hanging upside down
It's the oldest of all but in a new dress now
Had a sweet time sewing this for gaura purnima day
Seems like every outfit turns out well but in it's own way
A sumanas flower donation? follow the kesar petals to see how
Beautiful the leis look on the oldest of but in a new dress now
A late start pedaling around the southland mahamuni's post box is on the right as Murkha and I make the right to the lion's park where the tables are empty up the hill to the campa hatti going left under the first highway into the village circling around to the beach watching the sufferers play one is in the mirror pedaling along with his board in his hand tracing the geese all the way to the harbor where the boats are coming home at the natasala there is a show on and I take my leave while Murkha goes through the treacherous triangle to the ramp the pitch is on the right but no game is going on the wharf road takes Murkha back to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where he folds his palms and chases the kalarupa to the sandhya where he is greeted by due young miss Vrajalalana asking if he has seen Anu
The grace of the Guru varga brings the astra of “the touch that kills” all desire for the joy of this mundande world by quietly replacing that taste with the taste of “the higher stuff”

Looked up and saw today is Ekadasi
Reminded me of Bhimasena
Coming in the purusottma month
There isn’t anything else going on
Incense smoke wafting from out behind the curtain/
Mixing with the smell of potatoes in the air
Someone had brought a jar of flowers after a couple of days
it wasn’t there
this outfit is just for Ekadasi
every color in the rainbow
big flowers on Giridhari’s chodder
and Gandharvika is in orange
blue and fuchsia for Mahaprabhu
silken sari in a Bengali style
You remember Bhimasena
How he had a hard time to observe Ekadasi
Aster today as the moon goes through it’s cycle
There’ll be some time before the next one
Fourteen days give or take a few
Leis of orange roses for Gandharvika-Giridhari
Yellow ones for Mahaprabhu
To the spacey highway where the sun is just low enough to allow Murkha to see the virtual friends faces. Over the first highway to the whalers and the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. Through the treacherous triangle and to the redone road. between the lakes where the sufferers are to the windmill, the pitch is on the left while he goes to the wharf road to the main street. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls him back to fold his palms and join the kalarupa in the chase to the sandhya.
To end the busy day the Thakuras slip into their Hiranya kasipu nightdress and are ready to enjoy their pastimes right up to the mangala arati

Come on out to the asrama
Just don’t lose your way
You’ll be able to see Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari
Dressed in “I was born at midnight”
This sunny april day
The maker has scored lots of kesar roses for the leis
As she jokes and laughs you sing their praise
Mahaprabhu can be seen even through rainbow lens shades
Gurudeva engage us your way
Pulling out of the asrama going over the main street to talk with near friends and then to wake the thakuras On to the lion’s park. At the top of the hill take the right to the beach to watch the sufferers. They are riding the biggest waves. Left at the harbor to the natasala where the people are lined up around the corner once again. I take a left and my leave at the shop. Murkha goes right to the treacherous triangle. Through there to the ramp and on to the wharf road where he joins the main street one more time. Ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls and he folds his palms as the kalarupa pulls him to the sandhya where the asrama dog is the creeeter today.
Deep within in the far off jungle this evening white with green and red ribbons an eyelet skirt for Srimati Gandharvika big and full. A waist coat for Giridhari that floats on the breeze of their dancing. Mahaprabhu is happily engaged in the service of his lost servants to engage in kirtan and attract all souls from far and wide.

Yogis seek the truth within
Others seek him without
In Vrndavana and Navadvipa
Once he’s a cowherd boy
Then a Brahmin scholar
Just let us be a dedicated follower of his servants
From Mahaprabhu’s chodder
To Giridhari’s coat
It’s on Gandarvika’s skirt
That zigzag line of truth
Purple and electric green
Moving like a serpent do
Chasing Gurudeva will be enough
To make peace with everyone
Tasting the scent of hyacinth, roses, orchid leis
Makes all pray
That Gurudeva will have a part for us in his mission play
The sun is out the sky is blue what else could there be to do Than take off to meet up the near friends and talk and laugh with them? From the lion’s park over the snob hill along the beach the sufferers have gone home due to the chill but Murkha and I are out and heading between the lakes. I take leave at the harbor once again leaving him to the toad road. He keeps the pitch on the right all the way to the wharf road. the main street takes him to the long and winding to bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and chase the kalarupa to the sandhya. A limb has fallen on the path to greet him at the asrama a coyote eyes him for a moment and then moves along.
A lion on the chase from the nrsimha caturdasi as with the zigzag line of truth, it’s green and purple but with more purple than green. a deeper shade of green too. Om paramahamsa thakura helps them into the dress giving Srimati Gandharvika a belt of a “sporting choice” and then takes off into the night.

Ah do the prabhus other societies Take pleasure in goofing on you?
Do they boast about the strictness of their vidhi marg over yours?
And you know good and well Puckawalla doesn't drink coffee
Thus you know his cup is full of dhood with a Tulasi leaf that's drank with touching his lips to the edge
But this dress with it's shades of brown and orange competes with anything he can offer while monkeys steal fruit from the trees on the land
That's the difference between the puckawalla and our gang
So come around to the nath mandir catch Today's leis of roses and hyacinth spread fragrance through the room
The wind and rain took Murkha and I to nowhere fast. Round and round chasing the flautist with the scent of lilacs turn purple and white leis into something wonderful. The essential friends are chattering and when Murkha has had his fill he and I take off to dvitya campa hatti. Left there to the tennis park where I take my leave and pass the harbor. Murkha goes between the lakes and the windmill. The pitch is on the left as he takes wharf road to the long and winding folding his palms taking the kalarupa to the sandhya.
The lotus nails are not a whippon yet they take care of Hiranya kasipu. The thread in this one is green or is that orange? It all depends on your vision. And they dance the night away contemplating this burning question.

This tailor can't seem to follow direction
Like he didn't even try
Laying out the design
When he comes along starts
Showing patterns from another society and other
Completely useless information
Thinks he can spur the budget
While the seamstress and I are talking
He comes again with pictures to show
What fine and exquisite work he can do
But he can't do it for this dress
Cause there isn't enough money
But it brings an ecstatic reaction
When the curtain opens at midnight
Offering the astottara-sata dipa
Today's leis are have two makers
The styles show it all roses in two
But Srimati Gandharvika has lilacs too!
Mahamuni is there on the highway today. After a quick one it's off to the post office mailing a couple. The lion's park as always is there before the campa hatti. Left to the toad road where the pitch is on the left further on the basketball park comes on the right the toad himself joins in until his shop comes along at the harbor I take leave and Murkha turns to the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. The redone road take him between the lakes past the windmill to the big street the wharf road takes him to the main street and the long and winding heeding the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. The kalarupa pulls him to the sandhya where the kernel is celebrating with pizza.
While Mahaprabhu and GAndharvkia are in heavenly blue Giridhari has white. The temples are painted almost the color of this dress, baby blue. The night is warmer with the rain coming in so they dance under the stars for a little while then return in the nick of time for mangala arati

This tailor can't seem to follow direction
Like he didn't even try
Laying out the design
When he comes along starts
Showing patterns from another society and other
Completely useless information
Thinks he can spur the budget
While the seamstress and I are talking
He comes again with pictures to show
What fine and exquisite work he can do
But he can't do it for this dress
Cause there isn't enough money
But it brings an ecstatic reaction
When the curtain opens at midnight
Offering the astottara-sata dipa
Today's leis are have two makers
The styles show it all roses in two
But Srimati Gandharvika has lilacs too!
Mahamuni is there on the highway today. After a quick one it's off to the post office mailing a couple. The lion's park as always is there before the campa hatti. Left to the toad road where the pitch is on the left further on the basketball park comes on the right the toad himself joins in until his shop comes along at the harbor I take leave and Murkha turns to the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. The redone road take him between the lakes past the windmill to the big street the wharf road takes him to the main street and the long and winding heeding the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. The kalarupa pulls him to the sandhya where the kernel is celebrating with pizza.
While Mahaprabhu and GAndharvkia are in heavenly blue Giridhari has white. The temples are painted almost the color of this dress, baby blue. The night is warmer with the rain coming in so they dance under the stars for a little while then return in the nick of time for mangala arati

On tour of Vrndavana sweet memories of days gone by
Absorbed in singing Sri Krsna’s name
Marking the forest paths with his lotus feet
Crying tears over his giant body
Flowing over his garments shinning like the sun
Mango and blue devotees share the joyous fun
Fuchsia, hyacinth and rose petal leis make the dress complete
Murkha and I begin again along the long and winding on the main street. Over the first highway to the dvitya campa hatti and the field of the clank of the aluminum bat. The whalers are finishing another detail. At the corner one of the locals waves from a window with a smile and passing over Saint Dagwood’s river there is a familiar looking tee shirt and Murkha hears a greeting that could only come from one of the family. Around the block to another chance meeting with one of the locals toffee nose says “fragment consider revising. He’s looking for something for the road. I think he found it. Up the beach hill with murkha and I to the natural bridge and Seymour’s museum toffee nose asks can’t write in anything but fragments? Consider revising!!!!!@!!!!!!!#!!! The great blue whale seems to nod in satisfaction seeing Murkha and I the natasala has a show ready to start you can tell by the people lined up around the corner in both directions waiting for the door to open. at the shop I take my leave and he continues to the long and winding via the frontage road. Difficult for some but Murkha finds it quite easy. The trees are calling back to the sandhya and the kalarupa is waiting to try and race with a tired Murkha. To the asrama where Bhakta Blade is welcoming him.
On the ninth day of the month of Kartik Guru Maharja appeared to reclaim Mahaprabhu’s lost servants and engage them in his service. Some are hiding in universities
Some working for the bands of rock and rol
All just waiting for the clarion call to join in Gurudeva’s road show
And with the Deities in their red and deep blue nightdress they’ll soon come home

Seeing life through newly opened eyes
Gurudeva has fixed them on the spiritual sky
Lotus flowers, dragonflies, flower mukuts and effulgence
Light and airy water color
Gandharvika and Mahaprabhu in blue
Cleansing mundane dust out of my mind
Knowing whom we’ve got here we faint
Praying to spend the days on the way back to godhead
Listen close to what Gurudeva has said to you
Understand this is the ride on the Goloka express
Gurudeva is taking us to adi rasa
Just say, “I want to board the train!”
Purple hyacinths, white roses, and star gazers in the leis
The fragrance hangs thick and luscious in the air
Take the train from Casablanca going south
Mixing with incense smoke rings purifying every nook and cranny of my mind
Spinning the long and winding without so much care
meeting fundamental friends in the square
laughing, talking finding our way back home
Murkha and I are pedaling along the coast
Watching sufferers eager and ready to host
the memory of sufferer thakura’s ghost
From the natural bridge to the hurricane’s post
Meanwhile Murtha and I round the corner
where I take my leave, Murkha trying to make the most,
goes through the treacherous triangle seeing the mourner
sprints through the car park hearing ratha-bhojana-vrska boast
folds his palms follows the kalarupa to the sandhya
greeted by a beast that about runs him down turning him to toast
soft yellow and gold hiranya kasipu provides a welcome nightdress to relax from such a busy day. Though the gold was the original idea yellow seemed to all to be found. But there under the yellow, hiding under all the shades of yellow, away from all the other yellow was the gold that made it into this from you guessed it, Nrsimhacaturdasi

He dances with a blue flower over his left ear
Gandharvika’s stary eyes are smiling
Yellow and lilac clothes covered with mirrors sparkling
Lotus feet leave the marks of dhvaja, vajra, sanka, cakra, mina
All across the altar
Most attractive smile soft curly black hair shinning
Playing his flute calls all to his service in their own way
Beautiful white and red roses mixed with purple hyacinth leis
They dance with these fragrant flowers round their necks
Devotees’ eyes seeing the mirrors with this sight are sparkling
Three dance together their movements increase the divine love
Spinning the long and winding over the main street to the southland just as some are leaving. Friends near and dear are speaking about the Thakuras outfit “when was it made?” “The seamstress is on it” On to the big street and the trader’s where petitioners solicit signatures. I take leave to the shop and the go light and Murkha goes left to the wharf road. Hearing the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa he bows his head and chases the kalarupa to the sandhya where Vijaya greets him stretching across the path
Deep within the far off jungle the nightdress that they wear tonight is white with red and olive trim sent from down in the south combine artistically making the devotees chant dance and loose material conception during the mangala arati

Deities wearing black, blue and pink
There’s a trace of the new moon in the colors
Leis of roses, lilies and sumanas flowers
Each one with individual character
They dance when they walk
LIVE in the arena of pure consciousness
Birthday of Gadadhara pandit
Remember his pastimes with Mahaprabhu
Mountain climber made a fire
For the istagosti
Feeling of frost still hangs in the April air
Murkha and I pedal to the near cafe
If the satellite connection breaks it won’t be there
Back to the village on the snob hill
Whill the sufferers had went somewhere else
Where the ducks and geese spread their wings
I took my leave at the shop near the natasala
While Murkha went into the metaphoric bookstore
Sandalwood oil and super hit incense
A crystal bell for the arati
To the pedaler’s ramp and saying “hey” to the bear the wharf road takes him to the long and winding with the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa folding his palms while the kalarupa drags him to the asrama to be greeted by the flower deck
O deer dough have you seen Krsna? Ask the highest devotees. Green and silver for this evening Mahaprabhu with a different belt and Giridhari a new peacock feather Gandharvika has new decorations in her hair. They’re set to enjoy like anything and do it all night long.
Walking through Jarikanda mahaprabhu came upon two parrots who talked like magic
Oh the wonderful things that they said
While they sat on Mahaprabhu’s hand
then on Janmastami when the curtain opened for all to see
the parrots had appeared as in “hymn 43”
leis of hyacinth let the fragrance nest
take the mind from all the rest
sprinting today down th e long an winding to the southland where to visit with near friends. Going through the grha bazaar with the lion’s park on the right take the snob hill to the beach. There are sufferers between the lakes getting ready for a wave. At the natasala I take my leave leaving Murkha to the treacherous triangle and the whalers. The clank of the aluminum bat field takes him on to the dvitya campa hatti. The long and winding brings him to the ratha-bhojana-vbksa where he folds his palms and chases the kalarupa all the way to the sandhya who greets him with arms held high
it’s a miracle Mom! The nightdress of purple and fuchsia with gold filigree with the boarders of Giridari’s coat and Gandharvika’s veil flowing together as they swirl through the night.

Local’s say today is dark moon
But the pundits say not so soon
Nimai warns, “don’t listen to the gramya croon”
Only care for the sadhu’s tune
Sri Guru-Gauranga and Gandharvika-Giridhari
Are dancing! Quick come see!
Dressed in their yellow bumblebee
Mums, roses, sumanas and more
Making these leis was a loving chore
Spinning the long and winding yarn over the main street to the pretend space all are places where the super soul is found. Next Murkha and I visit Mahamuni’s post box. The lion’s park and campa hatti are the next sights for pedaler’s eyes. Into the village and along the beach Murkha and I are laughing as the day lengthens. Between the lakes to the tennis park where I have to take leave. He goes on to the toad road and beyond to the basketball park. the pitch is on the right and the stars are beginning to appear the wharf road takes him to the main street. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls out to all it’s time for the sandhya and Murkha sprints to meet the kalarupa who tags along to the asrama where the peach profit offers a hug on his return.
Bhakta Blade rushes Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari into their “Prahlad-a-dad” nightdress. Alas he forgot srimati Gandharvika’s nose ring and left it for Murkha to add. And even though there are alternating panels in Srimati Gandharvika’s skirt he managed to get only one kind to all stay together so there isn’t a different kind to be seen.

Mahaprabhu took birth with the lion lagna and overhead
Searching his lost servants with his beauty and parisads
To cut their lives in this world to shred
Hari Nama sankirtana dance and chant
Stephan Otis and his sumanas flowers make the leis
That sway as Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharivka-Giridhari play
Hari Nama sankirtan dance and chant
The raindrops are falling and inviting Murkha and I to pedal between them. Pedalers are using umbrellas on their handlebars, bread wrappers on their saddles and ponchos hooked around their thumbs to stay out from under the rain. After bowing to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa, Murkha follows the kalarupa to the sandhya where even Vijaya has a raincoat on
The touch that kills a Chinese silk embroidered with flowers along with creamy white smooth as silk and safe as milk allows the thakuras to enjoy all night long.
When the devotees saw him taking lunch in Vrndavan with his cowherd boy friends on the byank of the Yamuna
Visalaksa fanned him with a fan made of peacock feathers
Today’s red dress has them sewn on with seed beads and green and blue thread. There are matching mukuts they wear upon their heads. Devotees sing about this before the madyakalia arati and relish amrta within, what can compare with this?
Spinning the long and winding to the main street Murkha and I go under the first highway and trace the beach where the sufferers are out to celebrate the sun’s breaking through. Between the lakes more sufferers are crossing and even the geese are coming out to see. The boats are still tethered since there has been rain most of the morning. At the shop I take my leave and Murkha goes around the corner to the reviewing stand. Through the treacherous triangle to the car park he sprints along to the long and winding once more. At the ratha-bhojana-vrksa he folds his palms and the kalarupa comes to chase him to the sandhya once more. The rabbits are out as he returns so they scatter to get away.
Blue and white from Radhastami oh yeah they call east Bengal the Radhadesa ‘cause that’s where the Ganges doesn’t flow and this outfit is baby blue. But since Giridhari’s skin is already baby blue his dress is white with blue trim. That’s the opposite of Mahaprabhu and Gandharvika who’s are blue with white trim. Very clever this seamstress

Speaking so high trying to remember
the lotus feet of Prabhu Nityananda, dayal nitai
down from the veranda join in the hari Nama
chanting and dancing through town nagar sankirtan
Offering arati so long still tossing the handkerchief
yeah every happy pujari has a bell to ring
Photographs taken in the thakura vari
Leis so light and fragrant need a double take
Did I see Stephan Otis, or am I dead wrong?
Examining my heart to find what they're looking for
Waving me through to go on sankirtan
Mahaprabhu and friends playing with the curtain drawn
Being dressed up in “superstar” and taking too long
Invitation to their service getting sweeter and sweeter still
Came down from the parivyoma, on Gurudeva's call

Sprinting to the virtual highway connecting with friends while on the way to the village going up the snob hill. Sufferers are stowing their gear and heading for home. Between the lakes the geese are tucking their heads under their wings to take some rest. At the natasala I take my leave while Murkha spins on to the redone road back to the car park over the first highway following the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa bowing his head their and with the help of the kalarupa making the sandhya greeted by madam librarian.
Lotus nails is it orange or green? Are nails weapons or not? One thing for sure having darsana of the Thakuras at the magala arati in this nightdress will surely to goodness bring an end to the mundane existence as we know it but Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari go on dancing without a care or thought to any of that
Just two weeks from one solstice of the year
Springtime has come and service opportunity is here
Gandharvika and her serving maids
Are always there with bells on
Leis come again nearly to their toes
Close to the Tulasi leaves comes the center rose
Sadhus chant and dance the “swami two step”
Arati bell chimes in time
Celebrating the glory of the king of the dynasty of the sun
Sprinting to the purnaana Murkha and I are off for kadhi gullas. Then around the pitch and the sufferers are heading to the station where Mukha and I take the road between the lakes where the windmill is. The boats are out on the sunny day. Following around the railroad track to the part of Saint Dagwood's river coming up behind to take the leaping monque by surprise but the surprise is on us for the monque has leaped away. Back at the shop I take my leave and murkha goes through the treacherous triangle to the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. At the redone road the tennis park is on the right and so he takes the left. Fragmentconsiderrevising at the dvitiya campa hatti to the car park and the byank with a suggestive name. Over the first highway to answer the call of the ratha-bhojana vrksa where he bows his head and the kalarupa takes him to the sandhya where he's greeted by the kernel of divine love.
In the evening Giridhari has instructed his topmost devotees to take his name to make the waters of the river part and give an easy crossing to engage in more service through the night.
Looking at the navadvipa panjika my stomach squeals just a little more
a message saying its Ekadasi appears one can tell by what the Thakuras wore
Gandharivka has a parrot-embroidered belt tied up with Gridhari's star encrusted cloak
Smiles in a mischievous manner seeing how Mahaprabhu, in his blue kirta and orange pants, has plundered the treasure held within her heart
Starting at their lotus feet the leis made their way into our brain the roses and mums provided a feast for our eyes chasing all other sights down the drain
Pulling away Murkha and I take the long and winding to nowhere thermometers head spinning leaving pedalers in it's wake.
Along the country path to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa folding his palms Murkha sails on to where some several young boys with buffalo horns eat lunch sitting in a circle.
“Come to see this wonderful cave though it seems it might be a giant snake and even if it could kill us all the in the peacock feathers will pull each one out colors dancing to the flute's call”
returning for the sandhya is just that simple with everyone's best friend is the supreme hypnotist and you know the wires are pulled by him
deep within the far off jungle tonight and they'll dine upon gobi and spicy of papaya as they go on enjoying like anything.
Gurudeva you can teach me the love I need
To enter the service realm it takes so much
Let me run behind you
mundane senses with fangs that bite like a serpent
sometimes I've looked to see if there is a spiritual path
within my mind I've questioned how much there is too know
then today I came along for darsana of the thakuras in havirbhu
the color of the foam on ghee so pure and gold
roses, gerbera daisies along with sumanas flowers in the leis
make the devotees there start dancing
dancing and chanting making mundane attraction go
the cold and rain in the offing once again it's off to the sounds of kirtana. Murkha and I are pedaling in time with the beats of the mrdanga player within. On to the asrama of Mahaprabhu across the mountain where Mr. Sarvajna is the greeter asking the meaning of “parasarama”.
Bhakta blade has helped Guru Gauranga Gandharvika-[Giridhari into their Hiranyakasipu night dress and Murkha takes them to their beds after dressing the small deities . they dance and enjoy like anything the whole of the night.

Long time in the samsara cakra
So long searching for initiation into the divine sound
To make connection with his divine grace
The answer to the dream
Way too soon he said good-bye
In extreme grief we cried
Looking for the water of Sri Gurudeva
Keeps the sisa lotus from burning in the Krsna sunshine
Cold Dark Age of the kali Yuga
His divine kirtan has the potency to melt hearts of stone
Thakuras dressed in 'Nila, blue and gold
Simple flowing elegance inviting all back home
Takes the cataract from our eyes
With their stephanotis leis
Swaying with their every move
What a sight to behold!
Spinning down the long and winding bowing to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa, Murkha and I are off to join the highway. The southland entrance is closed so complete the circle and stop at Mahamuni's post box. The lion's park waits while the campa hatti donates flowers in crates Murkha and I go through the village then trace the beach where the sufferers are sunning themselves. The navapatra allows entrance onto the spacey highway and Murkha and I have some fun. The navapatra also offers amm and other delights for the satisfaction of Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari. One more swing between the lakes where the geese are chasing the sufferers to their homes. A couple of pedalers are pedaling with their dogs alongside while still others are carrying panniers of traveling gear. A couple of team members are tuning up and saying “hey!” over the first highway and through the car park to the seeker's playground the ratha-bhojana-vrksa is calling all the way still I take my leave while Murkha answers with folded palms. The kalarupa is there to escort him to the sandhya where the gangster of prema greets him
And if ye don't remember that talking like a pirate was from RAdhastami when the two holidays converged then Bhakta Blade, the son of the Gangster of Prema , will send you down to Davey Jones' locker

Sometimes those who make Deity’s clothes
Need to be told
A direction to go by
So the design can come itself
Past plans stay on the shelf
Give something new a try
That can come even from those who are younger
For from the mouths of babes
May come a combination that draws raves
When the curtain opens with orange yellow and red
With roses, petals, and gerbera daisy leis
With the rain in the offing Murkha and I take off cautiously for the southland and the highway of information. A few friends there are waiting for some sanga. A few minutes gone time to go to the navapatra some patram phalam for the offerings quickly quickly for the ratha-bhojana-vrksa is calling to be heard even from the campa hatti I take my leave there as Murkha sprints and bows his head while the kalarupa hurries him along to be greeted by great dancer
Baby blue and white in this nightdress . Giridhari’s blue complexion might merge right into this blue so he takes all white with some blue trim while it’s reversed for Mahaprabhu and Srimati Gandharvika. Dressing rapidly they’re able to start in their night pastimes with grace and happiness.

Wanting release from Maya’s prison make it home with my guru
Praying for his mercy I look into my heart
To see if I can find his presence there too
I know I won’t make it without change
Into the eternal land
Members of the asrama play a game
Spell it out plainly I’ll have to Diet Olive
Hyacinth leis with roses and daffy dills
What a beautifully fragrant thrill
Well i’m pedaling along from the asrama with Murkha on a break in the rain seeing a team from the old country
They cry out “you don’t look as you used to”
Answering back “I’ve been a diet olive”
then they said, “You look like you’re on a different plane now ”
so continuing to pedal Murkha says to me
just come along to the spacey highway and talk with friends there takes the time to tap into messages floating in the virtual air
over the first highway to the field of the clank of the aluminum bat and kirtaning with the whalers at the house that taught choc-0-lot to talk-a-lot taking the path to the left. I take leave and go on to the shop but Murkha he goes to the redone road. The tennis park is on his right like the harbor at the corner and since there isn’t anyone playing he goes on to the toad road. the navapatra is on the left just before the pitch. It’s still closed but people are on the tennis court there playing a friendly game or two. Back to the wharf road and this time under the first highway hearing the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa he goes to fold his palms and meet with the kalarupa for the sprint to the sandhya.
A lion on the chase another in the succession of nightdresses from Nrsimha caturdasi. Green and purple Giridhari’s coat floats as he swirls and Mahaprabhu’s chodder lifts a bit. In this way they enjoy the night hours ‘till the brahma muhurta
Look at the curtain are the Deities sleeping?
While the devotees sit and wait
Hear the phone ring the speaker will be late
So the devotees must sit and wait
Don’t know why no one told them how long it might be
Look at the pujari you that he’s ready
Still the devotees have to wait
This names the outfit Saint Patrick’s Easter comes fashionably late
As the devotees sit and wait
Chodders are this season’s hot color
For an ecclesiarch
Students remind us the snakes just left Ireland
Saint Patrick made his mark
Leis are of roses, petals and someone in the zinnia family
So today the devotees don’t have to wait
Rain has come again and Murkha and I are hold up between the drops. A little umbrella over that guy pedaling by he must not have the mantra for staying out of way of the drops. Along the beach there are no sufferers and at the harbor the boats are tethered. At the natasala I take leave and leave Murkha to dodge the drops back to the asrama via the ramp. The wharf road has the usual call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa Murkha folds his palms and brings the kalarupa to ward off any stray drops. Vijaya is at the path in his raincoat wondering what happened to his sanity.
Deep within the far off jungle from Nrsimha caturdasi once again the nightdress that came from down south. The chill in the air and the threat of rain can’t put a damper on their evening enjoyment
sit in meditation in the nath mandir
longing to see Gurudeva in the vyasa chair
environment is friendly where the flag flies high
lots of crazy rickshaw wallas go honking by
Curtain is closed for a few minutes in the Brahma muhurta
Mantras and japa chanted with incense in the air
pouring the pancamrta watching it flow between their toes
dressing them in fresh day clothes and comb their thick black hair
bring the hyacinth and gerbera daisy leis to the altar
Come laugh and listen to Murkha confuses his lines
Come take darsana of Gandharvika in her “short skirt” today
Murkha and I are watching the off to the races seeing the pedalers in their colorful spandex. Around the beach where the sufferers are getting some waves before the rain the geese are looking for a place to hide and the boats are coming in as the sun goes down rounding the corner I take leave and Murkha goes by the reviewing stand to the treacherous triangle beyond that to the ramp and the bear the wharf road is there for the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa bowing his head and the kalarupa leads back to the sandhya
The gold and yellow Hiranya Kasipu nightdress is soft just right for dancing with the rain coming in
Deities dressed in green and black this morning
Deep forest green with silver-grey accent
Got up just before mangala arati to dance on the altar
The best in vrndavana the shelter of all
Had a few friends over for Sunday dinner
Sandhya arati was bang on time.
With petal and calla lily leis the most attractive
Once having seen them nothing else can remain
Watching the raindrops flow Murkha and I are off to nowhere fast. Flautists and lecturers along the way set the pace for letting the imagination go wild. In the trees are some boys taking lunch. It’s the heart of the vaisnava that is the place to be that brings Murkha to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa to bow his head and the kalarupa is taking him back for the sandhya show.
And in the ninth the guardian appeared to extend to us all a hand to the land of dedication.