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.