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.