In the nath mandir you look at what the thakuras wear today
You say “Jaya Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari
The thakuras seeing you brings you good cheer
Captain Zigzag’s electric serpentine line of truth
Sparkly purple and green for the supreme tooth
The triangular fold motif repeats across them all
Madyana kalika arati fills the room with the aroma of the leis
upon the gentle breeze of this next to last day of May
Impress this picture on your mind and you won’t have to die
It will remove the cataracts from your darkened eyes
Murkha and I meet in the sunny afternoon
The pedals and derailleur playing their own sweet tune
A fixed gear freak goes by nose to the sky
But Murkha and I pedal around him waving bye-bye
Then the wheels screech the end is within reach
I have to take my leave because I a class to teach
He bows to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and shows the kalarupa the way to the asrama where victorious rama is the greeter . he asks if I know the way to saint joseph’s I say yes indeedy duty
But then I have to lament the pedaling ends too soon for us all
In the ninth the Deities take their rest in the red and deep blue nightdress that is reincarnated from an outfit past still they dance all night long

Far back on the bank of the Ganga
Celebrating the advent of dayadhara Gauranga
On the night of the full moon
Hoping his mission would begin soon
Seemed it was the only to save humanity
And reform the society
He’ll wake everyone up to the promise of the true prospect of life
To see and serve Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari
In their Ganga-Yamuna Nadia sasadhara,
Full moon dress “holding a rabbit” translation from Bengali
Quickly to the southland for a short talk with near friends Murkha and I are off to the village to see the tourists and locals enjoy the afternoon. A couple of fully loaded tandems are ahead and smile when the roadies gently pass. Sprinting along the beach dodging the joggers and pick pockets to the harbor and then the natasala where people wait for a command performance. I take leave and Murkha hammers as far as he can over the first highway to make the vaikalika offering.
Once the Thakuras are awake and taking their offering
Begin to take off their Nadia Sasadhara, holding a rabbit dress
Changing them into the lampas
You take the chance to pray
Waiting for the sign that it’s come to curtain time
In The Bhagavatam it’s written, “the lord appeared”
Now the wasp is on the run
Blue with lemon yellow boarders with flowers shinning in the sun
Now they take rest after the party is done
Going to the Ganga ‘cause the lunar eclipse has come
Anywhere else would simply be an ill omen
Advaita acarya and Hari dasa are dancing
No one knows just why
All the local villagers chanting Hare Krsna
Seeing Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari
Wearing yellow and blue combine as green
Stealthily to the southland for a talk with the friends gathered there. Circling around to come up to the navapatra again. there’s a smack of sufferers along the beach while Murkha and I are pedaling at a leisurely pace. The Cruiser King is there to follow around the corner I take leave at the cap place. Murkha passes the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot to the redone road keeping the tennis park on the right. At the Dvitiya campa hatti take the right over the first highway. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa is there to see him fold his palms and the kalarupa chases him to the sandhya where the one as cool as a mountain of sandalwood is the greeter.
The thakuras dance the night away in Deep within the far off Jungle.
Big kettle of butter on the flame
Takes time to see the bottom
Who could forget the delicate scent?
or the patience it takes to boil
rose and sumanas leis swaying as they dance in the sunshine
counting one hundred eight for each arati
frosty butter shimmering
high flame melting it all to foam
Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari’s dress
That same golden color
Iridescent in the altar light all who see are overwhelmed
Murkha and I haven’t gone this way in some time. Along the main street past the suggestively named byank. Through the parking lot of the krankenhaus up over the first highway a beast wanting to enter has to wait for Murkha and I so it snorts. Laughing past the field of the clank of the aluminum bat the street is empty making the slide over to make the left at the hospital curve. With the tennis park on the left I take my leave as Murkha continues between the lakes. The windmill is also on the left on the way to the big street. Left to the navapatra and on to the wharf road. under the first highway this time. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls out and Murkha bows while in pursuit of the kalarupa to come to the asrama where the kernel of divine love is walking.
Hiranya Kasipu, gold and soft bed, a nightdress offered at this time of year named for the father of Prahlad and because of it’s yellow and gold soft silk fabric making it such a comfortable outfit for evening pastimes that they are quick to put it on and turn out the lights.

Seamstress took Janmastami’s dress retooled it for radhastami
Added vests, a new skirt and veil
Do think anyone will know
It’s the same outfit with a couple of pieces gone?
She took away the sleeves put on vests
Made the devotees wait ‘till the curtain opened to see them
Hey look all the roses in the lot
Pick them early in the morning with a flashlight
Hugging the Thakura’s forms making them look so hot
In the afternoon when there came a call for pedaler’s jam
Murkha and I pedaled to the Main Street and take the left. The descent past the wharf and post office the lion’s park is quiet today pedalers are out thinking rain is on the way over up the snob hill into the village past a hut pedaling along the beach not so many sufferers today since it’s a weekday seventh avenue leads on to Main street I take leave there and Murkha goes right over the first highway and talks with a few friends on the highway over Main street to the long and winding bowing to the Ratha-bhojana-vrksa to chase the kalarupa to the sandhya to be greeted by the Kernel of divine love
Play the karatals for the evening program how good does it feel the thakuras drink keela khir all night long and dance beneath the moon

The incense filled the air
Led to the nath mandir to see the thakuras there in “Yantra Puri”
One of the locals asked if it were really true
there was no ghee or dhood in Gauranga potatos
Touring all along “the land” thoughts drift to Govardhana
saw so many picking roses, hyacinths and sumanas flowers
to be made into the leis by one
Perhaps they too are flower children
Private Muni said to Murkha and I
If you don’t go out pedaling today you’ll be sorry
A fixed gear freak was up ahead on the main street
When Murkha and I dropped him he began to worry
Swung around by the harbor where the boats were in their ports
A parliament of sufferers in their wet suits
Were shooting the curl
and deep within their minds they are world class performers
om Parmahamsa thakura finished his rounds before dressing
Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari in their “Prahlad-a-dad that was offered for Nrsimha Caturdasi and now they enjoy like anything all night long.
As Murkha is coming up the long and winding
He bows to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa one time more
When a parishioner in a motor palanquin
And leans out the driver’s side door
Graceful lady in a suntan Punjabi capped by a chocolate scarf
Smiles, giggles and raises both arms
Exclaims “sraddhavana jana hey!”
He answers the same
Continuing trying to beat the rain
As she pulled away another team came
And would you believe?
They asked if they could take darsana and what was this outfit’s name
“the limit of cleverness” he said
Giridhari always has surprises especially when
Pedalers come for darsana to see their long lost friend
And as they go they say they can’t wait to come again
Well pedaling the long and winding with the leis
Made for today
The purple hyacinths and roses smell so marvelous
Permeating the natha mandir’s air
The pujari picked them up laid them on their shoulders and hair
and tonight everyone’s best friend wears “o dear dough” the pale green and silver that looks sees feels just like the day it was offered as they go on enjoying like anything

Watching the moon in the night sky
sure enough the eleventh day is on the way
it’s celebration leads to the highest destination
the land of dedication where all can sing and dance within
I picked up my japa beads and counted
Chanting the sweet sixteen
Offering dandavats in the natha mandir
I asked the pujari “prabhu is the arati on time?”
And the Thakuras were dressed in every color in the rainbow
Letting us know it was the second Ekadasi day
As we had kirtan an Ekadasi bhajan steeped in kath ‘till days’ end
This one was made for Guru Mahaharaja’s vyasa puja day
Seamstress tried to get every color in
When she asked it be put on again in ten days or so
I knew she would take the outfit’s name wrong
So said to myself I’d best choose a different one
“the queen in days of old”
when leis came of big and fluffy roses
pujari put them so neatly on the thakuras
Murkha and I went of to the southland
Cause many friends and pedalers found their place in the sun
where everyone entered the spacey highway talked there
in three quarter time
pedalers in spring time gear
sure to bring a smile all year
put on some heart shaped antenna
just remember the Thakuras in every color in the rainbow
and at night you'll see the Thakuras in "the touch that kills" and feel material desire flying as birds from a tree upon hearing a loud noise

In the cow pastures of Vrndavana
Sweet smelling grass and trees
Where Krsna and his friends play
Dust rising when the cows come home
“Pasture Media Time” is this outfit’s name
fluffy rose leis made so right
picked from the area under the shroud of night
some even employ a camping head light
when can I return to Giridhari and the ones that I know
to play again herding the cows
dedicate this life for the spirit to grow
with the vaisnava’s guidance it becomes a thrill
sprinting to the southland to laugh with friends. Murkha and I hammer past the post office slowing a bit at the lion’s park. up the hill and to the left to the lieberry turn on to the big street. Pedalers are out in the sun hoping to beat the rain that is in the forecast soon. Even some that have converted their pedaling rigs to motorized or electrified creations. At the harbor I take my leave, Murkha hasn’t got time to follow me to the shop today. He goes on to the ramp and sees the wharf road where he goes under the first highway to the main street. On the long and winding Murkha folds his palms and chases hard the kalarupa. At the mrga houses the rooster is there again. he passes the kalarupa near the mile marker and never looks back until he arrives greeted by the gangster of slokas.
Hiranya Kasipu the nightdress of gold and yellow soft silk. They dress at a leisurely pace and dance long into the night.

Many devotees are here
and the moon is full
all come to celebrate Mahaprabhu’s appearance day
if they were on parikrama, they’d be on their way
Saint Patrick’s Easter comes fashionably late
Pulled into a rest stop at the summit gate
Got the phone to check the rate
Teacher called and asked for the arati to wait
Wild roses from the land and asrama garden make the leis
For “Saint Patrick’s Easter comes fashionably late”
Murkha and I are out for a quick one to the southland to see the friends gathered there. Mahamuni’s post box is next on the list before going along the beach. The tennis park is on the right but Murkha and I go to the natasala to see it’s waiting for the show tomorrow. I take leave there and Murkha has to hustle back over the first highway to the long and winding to fold his palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and pull the kalarupa to the sandya to be greeted by a young who makes sure he’s well hydrated.
The nights are still well chilly even though the candanyatra time has past so as the Thakuras dress in the white with green and red ribbons along with small flowers, “deep within the far off jungle” their dress for their evening pastimes

Let’s go to the natha mandir
Now the door is open there
Present ourselves to be seen by Mahaprabhu and the divine pair
Pujari is handing out maha prasadam and Tulasi leaves
That’s the difference between the puckawalla and our gang
the Deities are wearing
Roses and gladiolas, Easter lilies and hyacinth
Leis maker uses them combine them with an artistic sense
Murkha and I are spinning over the main street to the southland as usual. The spacey highway has friends talking again, and then along comes a campa walla. Murkha has bought many a puspa from him in the past and yes he remembers each one and no it won’t be the last. Plenty of local pedalers still in their fantasy camp mode a day after the luminaries came through Murkha and I are on a more usual run today going through the village where there are few tourists since it’s midweek over the bridge watched over by the ghoulish gentlemen’s gentleman to the path by the beach sufferers are in force on this cloudy day too the geese honk between the lakes while murkha and I turn at the harbor to the natasala which is off tonight at the shop I take my leave and Murkha goes through the treacherous triangle to the redone road the tennis park is on the right while he goes to the dvitiya campa hatti and the bridge over the first highway the ratha-bhojana-vrksa is calling to all pedalers and Murkha folds his palms before the kalarupa chases him to the sandhya where vijaya and two of his closest friends greet Murkha
All the benedictions were kept while Nrsimhadeva used his lotus nails to destroy Hiranya Kasipu. This green and orange outfit is lively and quick to put on and they are off to enjoy their pastimes.
Mahaprabhu’s angel has come to find me
With the torchlight of his knowledge opens my blind eyes so I can see
Till I get some service maya’s influence won’t let me be
Mahaprabhu and Gandharvika in green with yellow
Coli, sash and chodder
Giridhari has yellow with a green belt healthily boro
Praying this darsan will always appear in my mind
And successfully pull me out of this bind
Follow the angels with leis of wild flowers from here on the land
With the gaze of creative expertise and steady hand
Murkha and I are off on a meandering trip past the lion’s park. reaching the campa hatti going left along the beach seeing the sufferers change to wetsuits shouting “cowabunga” the harbor is empty ‘cause all the boats are sailing. Seeing team members stirred by the great ones to elevate their skill Murkha and I salute and sprint through town and up the beach hill to the sufferer thakura. Around the natural bridge hearing the mission bell rounding the spinner’s church and returning to town. I take leave at the shop while Murkha is peeking at the position of the sun calling the asrama to say acupuncturist is taking too long. Over the first highway in a heavy sprint to bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and chase the kalarupa who by this time has a considerable head start. Vijaya is the greeter this evening along with rabbits eating the greens around him.
Never forget the orange and purple that lets you know that “Krsna is a brahmacari” . then they dance late into the night and enjoy till mangala arati starts it all again.

How can we deign a method to get him back home?
Wondered the devotees on the battlefield
In his royal dress and armies it’s just not the same
He’s from the land of the cowherd men
Where the milkmaids churn butter
Red, white with black trim and Srimati Gandharvika’s hood
It’s quite the reason to get excited Giridhari’s waistcoat
As he dances it lifts a gentle breeze and delicately floats
Mums, roses and wildflowers combine to make the leis
This darsana will lead all out of the mundane maze
So let us not talk falsely now the hour is getting late
Pedaling easily down the long and winding
over the main street in to the southland near friends are confiding. Other pedalers are preparing for the promise of a better day ahead. The boats are coming in as Murkha and I pass the harbor and I take my leave at the Natasala and he continues to the bridge over the first highway trying to beat the clock passing the Mercado de las pulgas and charging left at the go light on to the long and winding where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa is letting out it’s last call for the sandhya. He joins the kalarupa and as they get to the mailbox of the asrama the raindrops begin to fall.
As the rain continues through the night the thakuras get into their baby blue nightdress where Giridhari wears white with blue trim and Mahaprabhu and Srimati Gandharvika have blue with white.
Heard the peacock calling as I was getting Krsna out of bed
“Krsna’s guru, Nath! Can you teach me how to dance?
Is this dress’ name
Mayur said I’m a dancer and I’m going to teach you too!
Your dear most sent me you know it’s true
Walk behind copying my moves you’ll see how it’s so much fun
Once you’ve learned it will delight everyone
Now I’ve joined the temple,
Thrown my former prospect to the fire
To raise my idea of vaisnava seva higher and higher
O hey Prabhu! Look at the leis
Full roses and petals lovely fruit of sun’s spring rays
What a day for pedaling! Precisely tailored for whatever level the pedalers are at. Murkha and I are off to see the tour when the luminaries race through town. From the most tricked out road or mountain rig down to those with streamers from the handlebar all are carrying enthusiastic pedalers. Murkha and I start along Main Street to the pathway along the beach. There is a plan to go on that way but ahead pedals a “punk” of the feminine persuasion with a two-word poem comprised of no more than seven letters who has a plan. Following the group is whisked around just in time see and hear the finish and be deposited at the entrance where the luminaries make their move to their team busses. The winner’s jerseys are handed out on the podium while the onlookers cheer. Murkha and I turn to go on to the sufferer thakura and Bhakta Blade’s kutir where he is taking the name. Purchasing gandha for the Deities bath Murkha and I spin along the beach once again. Pedaling the last few feet of the course leads on to the shop where I take my leave and Murkha goes through the treacherous triangle sneaking by a city bus that didn’t want to let him pass. down the ramp circling to the navapatra. Sprinting on the big street to the long and winding where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa pleads with Murkha to return for the sandhya along with the kalarupa they are greeted by Kesar Kulfi upon return
With the white hot pink and deep emerald green Bhakta Blade mounts a uniquely decorated horse and exclaims “Avast me hardies! That’s Marakatamani Puri!” and helps the Thakuras into their nightdress leaving Murkha to put on Giridhari’s mukut and kundalas disappearing into the chill of the spring evening.

I once wanted to see the thakuras
But it’s correct to say they wanted to see me
I said, “I’m here for your service, please engage me”
They need a pujari to offer arati gave me such joy I began to laugh
Then hit the shower to take a bath
And when I returned there was a blue flower pushed over his ear
Looking like a smooth dancing actor
Hyacinth & roses twist their waysround the three bends of his form
tress and Pete Cotton tail are waving good-bye as Murkha and I spin to the main street. A loop through the southland past the post office and the lion’s park where a pedaler is pacing a walker the dvitiya campa hatti has a new sign and left over the snob hill a bridge that goes over the bay before the first sufferer is sighted with a spooky doorman along the beach waves a big due to the wind fixed gear freaks far out of their zone are snootily pedaling along as if their presence is lifting the level of pedalers of all types. At the go light near the tennis park there is Mr. Bass pedaling along turning left in to the tennis park. Murkha and I go left also but to the harbor. The natasala is the next landmark. People are lining up for a show of the race across the sky. I take my leave at the shop and Murkha rounds the corner past the cruiser king to the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. Sprinting to the bridge over the first highway. There is a pair on a tandem laughing all the way with their tandem loaded with a tent, cooking pots and clothes. A quick loop around the southland to the long and winding where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls out and Murkha folds his palms. Joining with the kalarupa and continuing the sprint to the sandhya
peacock blue and read are the colors of their nightdress. This one is a remix of a former out fit that was retired because of extreme wear in the dhotis. This present incarnation is holding up fine and they dance the night through.

A gong rings you awaken a little slowly
to see the lord with conch shell eyes
Follow the sound down to the natha mandir
where Mahaprabhu dresses in blue
and Giridhari in yellow
then you see Gandharvika in lilac
The pujari utters prema dhvani
you answer respectively “ki jaya”
Everyone smiles seeing the flowers
that curls around Giridhari's tribunga
Leis of yellow, pink and saffron roses
Sun calls out to Murkha and I to spin to Main Street, through the southland even though the entrance to the highway is closed. The lion's park has a few people laughing. the village where the tourists go to look at all the local merchants. Sufferers come and go along the beach at the navapatra the highway is open and some talk is going on. Back past the pitch to the wharf road, Under the first highway following the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the kalarupa comes to help Murkha make the sandya. After he arrives Private Maharaja greets him with a “have a flat?” but Murkha doesn't answer in order to get in for the ceremony to begin.
Gold and soft bed, Hiranyakasipu, gold and yellow silk that is a soft nightdress. This evening they slipped into their clothes at a leisurely rate and then were ready to dance all night long

Between Navadvipa and California the panjaka has a big range
Walking the top ridge of the land where the tithes change
The question came again just when I thought I knew the answer
Was it amavasya yesterday or is it the new moon now?
Took my time thinking about the outfit they would wear
Make sure there’s time enough to prepare
Aruna, Nila, and Syama LIVE in the arena of pure consciousness answer the question as the devotees bow
Was it amavasya yesterday or it new moon now?
Flowers from all quarters come to take their part in divine play
Aromatic gently swaying leis
Sprinting the long and winding to the main street. A pedaler ahead has packs loaded full so Murkha and I overtake him quickly. Some several roadies are out to get ready for the event of the spring next week Murkha and I salute as they pass. Many friends are talking on the highway of the order of succession. The lion’s park reminds me to take the right and skedaddle to the long and winding folding his palms there and chasing the kalarupa to the sandhya where a rabbit runs close by
Deep within the far off jungle the nightdress it’s still a little chilly for dancing under the stars so they enjoy their pastimes with grace and happiness. Lying down only for a moment they are off again to have fun in any way they can find.

Find some words to describe the dress
Make them different than all the rest
Connect them in a rhyme tell 'em what the deities wear
A rhythm as bouncy as their hair
Leis with big fluffy roses punctuated by passionflowers
Made lush by all the winter's showers
Picked from Among the asrama's gardens
Can't beat that sort of bargain
Parsley, sage, rosemary and time
Offered for Guru Maharaja's appearance day
The black honors the amavasya day
try to say it in a clever way
Murkha and I are pedaling as the time permits it
Beyond happy that the schedule makes it fit
Saluting the roadies flying by
Look at the spandex on those guys
Sufferers carrying their boards
At the tennis park players cheer a score
Obeying the ratha-bhojana-vrksa's call
Folding his palms with the kalarupa he makes the sandhya hall
A lion on the chase is tonight's dress purple and green
Just how fine an assortment of cloth has ever been seen?
It's from Nrsimha caturdasi offered to wear as they're put to rest

So tell me what you think about making it to the top
Will aggressive mercy find and wipe out the “pop”?
Mahaprabhu's astras hari nama, beauty, pastimes
Associates and pastimes knock you off your feet?
Pink and silver with stars in his bangles
Right you are this is superstar!
Leis of roses, mums and sumanas flowers
Long enough to tickle their toes
Giving all taking darsana a fragrant shower
Friends call from the southland and Murkha and I come to answer. Speaking for a short time then taking flight to the lion's park. After that the campa hatti is on the right. Left there into the village where the tourists go. I lead Murkha to the beach and tracing the lakes to the harbor and the natasala Has the people lined up around the corner where Murkha turns through the treacherous triangle down the hill to the dvitiya campa hatti, this one is on the left. Over the first highway where an extra cargo pedaler is headed for a grocery cruisers are in force some with suffering boards on them others only with the padaler on them the unmistakable call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and folding his palms and following the kalarupa to the sandhya greeted by the kernel of divine love.
O deer dough have you seen Krsna? This evening's nightdress green and silver perfect expressing their dancing mood all night long.

I called the audible ‘cause winter decided it wouldn’t be on it’s way
From Krsna’s Guru to when the lions had their say
at moment when they were in the jotishcakra and the moment of birth
at the bank of the Ganges where there’s a kirtan going on with the golden full moon in the sky
Advaita Acarya offering Tulasi leaves and ganga jal
Calling Mahaprabhu to come down
To Navadvipa on the bank of the Ganges where there’s a kirtan going on
Cecil Bruner makes the leis light and full of scent
Murkha and I spin the long and winding content
To find the near friends at the navapatra and talk awhile
Past the pitch where the sufferers walk along the beach in file
Pedaling just hard enough to make the geese smile
At the harbor to the natasala where the show is going on
I take my leave as Murkha goes through the treacherous triangle, the redone road and beyond.
People on tandems with antennae on their hats
Murkha wonders right out loud “hey what was that?”
Under the first highway hearing the rahta-bhojana-vrksa sending out the call
He bows his head and meets the kalarupa to make the last haul
To the sandhya for the last arati of all
With Om Paramahamsa Thakura in residence there was a land speed record set. In a half an hour arati, Tulasi worship and evening songs were completed. Prahlad-a-dad tonight. A paneled skirt for Srimati Gandharvika and a cummerbund for Griidhari (what now toffee nose?) as they dance and swirl into the night.

Got an invitation to celebrate an ekadasi in Saint Dagwood’s park
Making friends and having kirtan happy as a lark
Peacocks on her sari and blue stars on his cape
Cloth came from all around cotton, silk, and appliqués
Mixed by the seamstress’ artistic hand
Mahaprabhu’s orange pants and rainbow kirta
A few freesias, lots of roses picked outside
Letting the long, lovely leis drape
From their shoulders to their knees
How the bushes smiled with pride
What ever else happens devotees hope to never forget
The peacock feather effulgence in Giridhari’s crown
Pedaling into the wind is like pedaling up hill. At the main street the light forces Murkha and I to the right. Going over the first highway the dvitya campa hatti is on the right. Today they feature tube rose. The whalers are sing and dancing and paying attention to every detail. The triangle was treacherous today as the beasts were snapping at Murkha and my heels, past Saint Dagwood’s park where there was a kirtan going on. Up the beach hill to the arena of Bhakta Blade’s kutir (what’s wrong now toffee nose?) the navapatra has near friends to talk to. Then it’s on to the sufferer thakura who has new leis. Many people are there to offer respect over the bridge to look down on the mountain men but they’ve taken their park away. I take my leave at the shop while Murkha sprints over the first highway to the long and winding answering the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa bowing his head and taking the kalarupa up to the sandhya. Many people are going by on the way also.
Seeing the thakuras in their red Chinese silk along with the creamy chodders and veil smooth as silk safe as milk, the touch that kills.
Once when Gaura Purnima was here
Seamstress was getting out her sewing gear
New outfits come about six times
Little girl suggests colors that come out sublime
“Out of the mouths of babes”
Joining together the anticipation grows
Curtain opens to begin the show
Devotees dance in four/four time
Leis maker stealthily gathered the roses today
Fragile, fragrant and very long hooray!
Vyau came along to blow Mjurkha and I along the way today. The southland has trees bending over in their higher portion. Floated down the big street. A team came in full dress but oddly enough they had big backpacks. Around the natural bridge going down the beach hill skipping through the downtown to the shop where I take my leave leaving Murkha to be carried by the breeze
To fold his palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and sail with the kalarupa to the sandhya.
The baby blue dress for an evening that decide whether to be summer or winter. Matra-sparsas tu kaunteya they go on enjoying like anything.

Coming up time for an outfit for Gaura purnima day
Seamstress and I talk about the plan
Fit together all the pieces, mukuts, effulgence, and trim
Even have to order a little more
Maker that stole flowers for the three leis, aroma permeates the atmosphere they'll be replaced in a few days
Used in Thakura seva so we'll see you in the parivyoma don't be late
With the trim, mukuts and effulgence this darsana shows
“I'm a sumanas child “
spinning the long and winding chattering about Mahaprabhu the topmost devotee of mothers Murkha stops and gives a call. Swinging past the post office and through the village by the campa hatti the sufferers are out in force. Other pedalers are also sunning themselves while pedaling. Murkha and I go off to the navapatra and speak to the near friends. Back tracing the beach there is a radio station along with the usual geese who are honking as Murkha and I pass. at the harbor the boats are still out. the natasala comes into view but no one is there today. I take my leave and Murkha sprints all the way over the first highway through the parking lot on to the southland. Crossing back over the main street the ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls out as Murkha bows his head and chases the kalarupa to the sandhya.
with the sun going down it's time for the thakuras to take rest. This nightdress is “Hiranya kasipu” soft gold and yellow cloth makes them not lament staying in out of the cold this evening.

Purple and red good what an ordinary name the seamstress said
Just between you, and me it’s not what I would choose to do
“Asvatama is dead!” Yudhisthira cried as a conch shell blew
was it man or elephant? who knows which is which and who is who
with and without everyone knew it’s what the dice game was about
“Sukuni is cheating, the dice are loaded!” a voice from the sky cried
yudhisthira couldn’t win no matter what he tried
roses and marigolds picked from the garden of gaura nataraja
the friends are waiting at cy’s place. From there murkha and I are off to the village via the wharf road. tourists are beginning to arrive for the weekend and stake their claims. Between the lakes are the sufferers who are talking with the geese. By the time we get to the natasala the line is half a block long. I take my leave as Murkha rounds the corner to see the cruiser king. Spinning along the main street over the first highway he comes to the long and winding where he hears the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and the kalarupa pulls him to the sandhya where the kernel of divine love is the greeter once again
deep within the far off jungle nightdress tonight. It’s still getting too cool when the sun goes down to go off to dance directly under the moon and stars still they are dancing and dancing all night long.

Don’t want to remain the way I am fat means useless
Rather go for dasana present myself for service
jnana is just too much to carry around
What chance does mercy have to descend to you?
From Brahma muhurta
till inviting the thakuras to the sayana too
Don’t want to remain as I am
Want to embrace the revolutionary plane
I’m ready to admit my problems are my own fault
Slim down by darsana of “Diet Olive”
Seeing the thakuras with their leis light and thin
“the land’s roses in the devotees’ hearts always win
Going for a quick one right on the main street. Passing the hospital through the parking lot to the bridge over the first highway. The dvitiya campa hatti is on the left only a few feet before the clank of the aluminum bat. The whalers are out pay attention to detail. Slowly through the treacherous triangle and through the town; Up the beach hill all the way to the sufferer thakura who has a fresh leis of his own. At the navapatra hearing from the near friends for a moment till it’s back to the spinner’s church. Pedaling beside the railroad track looking down into the mountain man’s park where only a few mountain men are performing. At the shop I take leave and Murkha pounds it to the long and winding. Some say I’ve done well to keep him on pace to make the sandhya having him fold his palms as he chases the kalarupa to the sandhya where the kernel of divine love greets him saying “I didn’t pass you on the road! that means you must have come up in ten minutes!”
It’s a miracle mom! The nightdress that was made extra quick so it could be put on after janmastami day with the silvery gold and light purple for Srimati Gandharvika and Giridhari to the deep purple of Mahaprabhu. Simply elegant

Silver doves circling around
During kirtan devotees’ feet don’t touch the ground
Mrdunga and karatals sweet sound reach the sky
Gurudeva lovingly calls “dayal Nitai”
Blue and silver with red ribbon to tie up the theme
Seamstress asks “would a red backdrop make this scream?”
Cecil Bruner and other roses in the leis
Even the king gets sukriti this way
Over the main street but the satellite is down
So it’s on to the navapatra for the phalam and near friends
Passing the sufferers along the beach around the windmill and to the harbor where the team goes through among cruisers
The shows at the natasala are over as I take leave. Murkha goes through the margdvar for some dhupa
Then he takes the redone road past the tennis park to the dvitiya campa hatti. Over the first highway to the call of the
Ratha-bhojana-vrksa and the kalarupa shines the light of truth all the way to the asrama greeted by Vijaya’s lamp
Om paramahamsa Thakura helps Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-giridhari into their talking like a pirate nightdress. Giridhari’s mukut almost causes the need for a pinch dresser. He gets the hair set and then puts on the mukut when his hair is messed up trying to straighten it causes the mukut to fall into Giridhari’s face, that happened a couple of times until Murkha asks “for the service of Gurudeva please stay in place at least until the end of the mangala arati and Tulasi parikrama” in answer the mukut stays in place and the lights go out for them to enjoy their dancing
Srila Gurudeva came from the east
Our fortune to supply
He joined us in a ceremony with a solemn vow and the aruna har posse would ride
People brought much cloth and the seamstress she has sewn
Sequins and trims with jewels so bright stretching from side to side
Everyone was so satisfied to see the aruna har posse ride
Then the remnants were put aside
And other colors came
Then a month or so before Gaura Purnima the posse was in town
To the wonderment of all
Devotees came with needle and thread to make kirtas and cholis and chodders that reached their knees
The posse was on the way to please
The leis maker used petals, roses, hyacinth, and gerbera daisies
And the aruna har posse with these fragrant leis rode again into the devotees’ hearts
Spinning along the main street there’s a team on the way on the right side of the road this time Murkha and I pass the lion’s park and go through the village. Along the beach the sufferers part for the pedalers who flash past to the harbor. The natasala is dark today and I have to take leave at the shop. Murkha turns to the sandhya down the ramp past the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. The dvitiya campa hatti is doing a big business today and one of the leis makers is getting some flowers there. Over the first highway heading the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa folding his palms Murkha pulls the kalarupa to the sanhdya where the rabbits are grazing on the soft grass and greeting him.
“the lotus nails” is the nightdress. Green and gold but take a look in a different way and it’s easy to say that it is really orange. Two-way thread makes it a game for the eyes and mind. If we could only capture our minds with this hook our days would be numbered for sure.

White seed beads with blue and green eyes
Red silk sari with green ruffle trim
A distinct Loi Bazaar style
The Bhagavat says it’s a festival for the eyes
Rose, marigold, and fun flower leis lifts all to the spiritual sky
Gurudeva’s mission re-establishes relation with our supreme lover
Murkha and I are pedaling off
Talking with the near friends on the team
Past the field of the clank of the Aluminum bat
Along with the whalers through the treacherous triangle
I take leave but Murkha goes on around the corner
The cruiser king is chuckles at the sight of his subjects
Huffing and puffing to catch Murkha
Over the first highway the ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls him to take the higher taste
Bows his head then gives chase to the kalarupa in his cape
Knows there isn’t a minute to waste
Pancapradipa and ganga jal
To get there for the sandhya takes careful haste
Cheers of the kernel of divine love await him as he sounds the sank
In the evening blue Giridhari puts on his white nightdress with blue trim while Gandharvika and Mahaprabhu are the reverse. Call it baby blue

Her effulgence fills the nath mandir
With her starry eyes sparkling
Dressed in pink and white with golden trim
Mahaprabhu and Giridhari also
Lotus feet dancing free upon the marble altar
Kirtan sung in morning raga
Devotees dance and begin to smile beholding the arati ceremony
Leis of hyacinth, roses, freesia, mums their fragrance permeating
Ever fresh and young their gentle smiles attracting
Service from all who come so charmed they can’t resist it
Quickly along the long and winding straight through to the research park right at the main street on the way past the lion’s park along the beach are the sufferers riding the waves for all they can some are pedaling with their boards attached they seem to go over the sand taking their boards off and landing them on a wave in one motion Murkha and I are watching closely and marveling at the scene meanwhile a fleet of cruisers are ahead so Murkha and I weave in and out all the way to the harbor on the sea street the natasala is emptying from the matinee I take my leave and Murkha sprints past the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot where someone is coming into the lot with a bag of strawberries he continues over the first highway to a bank that every time he passes suggests committing a big old crime at the long and winding he makes the left and bows to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa picking up the kalarupa in a chase to the vaikalika offering met by the Sugmeister general he wakes the deities and they take their bhoga after that get into their Sunday-go-to-meeting clothes
In the ninth is from Guru Maharajas’s appearance day also and they are ready for a long night of dancing and merry making in the red and deep blue dress that is beautifully simple