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