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.