Follow the angels try to follow the angels
The question rose where this life goes
So you try to follow the angels
There won’t be a doubt, won’t have to guess about it
If you just follow the angels
They’ll overlook your past and take away your sorrow
Prospect is bright don’t dream about tomorrow
Roses some grown and some stolen make the leis with hyacinth
Just follow the angels
Guru’s grace will bring us upward
If we can become a fit receptacle
Just follow the angles
Spinning the long and winding to the southland. There one of the friends calls Murkha in for a chat. The talk is of guru krpa and how to become a fit receptacle; it’s happy talk of embracing the revolutionary plane of life. At the lion’s park there are seagulls all around. In the village there are tourists looking the shop windows. The beach features sufferers and their boards. Between the lakes are geese flapping their wings. At the harbor the boats are out to enjoy the sunny afternoon. The natasala has people in line for the next show. I take my leave at the shop and Murkha goes down the ramp past the bear. On the wharf road he hears the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and goes to meet the kalarupa. At the mrga bhavana there is a rooster in the yard pecking for its food. “Pedaling today has been for the birds,” Murkha says. At the asrama the sandhya is waiting.
In the evening Giridhari calls his devotees to meet with him by playing his flute. When they come to cross a river he instructs, “say ‘Krsna is a brhmacar’ and the water will part” so with Giridhari in orange like a brahmacari in this nightdress that pastime comes to mind and they take rest in happiness.
Just by hearing from his servants
We were empowered for his service
That was all we wanted to know
Radha and Krsna were at first one
Became separate for pastimes
Krsna in yellow and radha in blue
Now they’ve come together again
As Mahaprabhu in this dress he wears green
Teaching all to sing the holy name
Simple as it might seem
This age’s shinning beam
Hari Nama sankirtan fills the world with ecstasy
Roses, iris, and starry orange flowers leis sundar beyond belief
Spinning though the research park past Mahamuni’s post box. No seagulls in the lion’s park today. The tourists are still in the village though.
They don’t notice the three pedalers on the wrong side of the road are going far too slow.
Beaches are filling with the warm sun Murkha and I cycle by seeing the sufferers worshiping their thakura with leis and wetsuits. At the lighthouse I take the swift road back to the shop and thus take leave while Murkha goes along the way to the natural bridge. From there the mission takes him to the bay down the beach hill seeing the mountain men in their park doing loop-to-loops from ramps. Positively along front and over the bridge around the corner the cruiser king applauds. Through the treacherous triangle down the hill passing the whalers up to the dvitiya campa hatti over the first highway by the marcado de las puglas from where the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. Bowing there and catching up with the kalarupa already on the way to the sandhya Mahamuni goes by followed closely by Bhakta Blade his very self.
Slipping into Hiranya Kasipu, the gold and soft bed nightdress, Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari enjoy their pastimes with unlimited happiness.
Krsna plays his flute
And all the devotees adjust themselves
Mahaprabhu’s ecstatic dancing
While Jagannatha Swami looks in amazment
Drawing and recruiting servitors
From brahma to patala lokas
Rhinestone mukuts and white turban
In front of Giridhari’s gold trimmed cape
Inviting and enticing all to service
From every corner of eka pada vibhuti
Saffron roses, orange stars
Purple lilies form the leis
Offerings coming from the jagat
Deep within the far off jungle the nightdress from Nrsimha caturdasi of white with olive and red ribbons for trim they dance, laugh and enjoy while the denizens of heaven shower flowers.