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