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.