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.