Come you lost servants no matter where you’ve been
Mahaprabhu is here to take you home again
Put down your suffering and dance to his drum
Hari nama sankirtan is a whole lot of fun
It was a scrabble game
Using transcendental names
Then there was a clue to give
Come and see the Thakuras in their diet olive
Leis are of deep green pompoms
And heralded by angels playing trumpets
Murkha and I circle the research park to main street don’t want to be slow
Over the first highway to the dvitya campa hatti pedalers on the go
Seymour’s museum is the destination to be made
Join up with the roadies on parade
Talking with friends on the thoroughfare
Sharing pictures of the diet olive the Thakuras wear
The hour is getting late Murkha and I have to move fast
In the race to the sandhya don’t want to come in last
Around the spinner’s church and Bhakta Blade’s kutir
Climbing the beach hill the mountain men cheer
But their hearts will only be won
If the Thakuras accept as service what we have done
I take my leave at the shop
Leaving Murkha to hammer till he drops
Bowing to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa chasing the kalarupa
Over the chain across the asrama path ali-oop
Greeted by cowboys with lassoes patrolling the land
Dressing the thakuras for rest
“in the ninth” this their Sunday best
They don’t want to hesitate
Start their evening pastimes before it gets too late
Wondering how the thakuras should wear Friday the 13th today?
Last night working out the schedule checking holidays
Mahaprabhu and Giridhari in vests with “ratna bahu”
Jeweled arms and leis of roses and mums the word
Wondering will Murkha and I pedal well?
Hammering as if floating hear the beasts yell
As roadies act like messengers weaving through
Right in their view
With the go light turning red
While at the shop I take leave and Murkha nods his head
Only sprinting will take him over the first highway
Through the car park around the research park
To bow his head to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa dusting
The kalarupa on a lark
But it’s only the cottontails to greet him when he arrives
Blue Giridhari is wearing the white tonight
While Gandharvika and Mahaprabhu
wear white trim and powder blue
to enjoy night pastimes

Tried to make this dress for Gaura Purnima but it wouldn't manifest
So scheduled it for Janmastami so it could be made the best
Then it will be perfect for the Thakuras having had the time
To pull it all together for curtain's opening at midnight's chime
Then everyone will be thinking about the golden foam on ghee
They won't be able take their eyes away just wait and see
With rusty color flowers and braided trim
On the wispy avocado colored chodders, belts and veil so fine
A picture that will be etched on all present's mind
Fluffy roses in the leis' middle
Mixed with two-toned mums strung end to end
Enough krpa to spread everywhere and mystically increase our own share
Keep on thinking about Havirbhu, the golden foam on ghee
It will be engraved on everyone's mind just wait and see
Ever so quickly over the main street circling the researchers over the first highway via the big street weaving in and around the beasts laughing as Murkha and I are passing through them to the navapatra to talk with some near friends. Talking with some fixed gear freaks past the suffering shops and storefronts where tomato pies are sold. Following the outline of the shore where the joggers and their babies count their steps I take leave at the toad road while Murkha spins under the first highway back to the main street. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls out loud and strong he folds his palms and sprints with the kalarupa to the sandhya greeted by Vijaya who is hanging with Cecil Bruner by the yantra bhavana.
Hiranya Kasipu yes that's another Nrsimha Caturdasi nightdress offering It's a Saturday evening standard gold and yellow silk good for both an evening of dancing and resting elegant enough for the former and soft enough for the latter.

Going to the natha mandir
Hear the hari katha there
Come and set your soul free
Giridhari calls an audible isvara sarva bhutanam
Still don’t know when the change had begun
Come and see it will set your soul free
Purloin some angel trumpet flowers for leis
White centers blow away maya’s haze
Lets consciousness raise
Come and see it will set your soul free
Murkha and I get out and pedal
A team comes to test our metal
Yellow jersey champion wants to set his soul free
A lion on the chase purple and green
It was Nrsimhacaturdasi the first time it was seen
Taking rest now but come for mangala arati set your soul free
Appearing among the Brahmin clan
With loud chanting of hari nam
It will please you if he showers his mercy on you man
More angel trumpet flower leis
Holding the rabbit in the full moon
The lunar eclipse comes to pass
Gauranga Mahaprabhu makes his advent
All with harinama sankirtana
Come and see it will set your soul free
Murkha and I are thinking, “beat the clock” today
Cruisers and errand runners wave along the way
Near the treacherous triangle they change to fixed gear
more fastidious choosers up here
at the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot the way is clear
the tennis park is on the right
Murkha and I are now sprinting in flight
Taking a right along a smaller road
On the way to see the toad
After talking a bit I take my leave
but Murkha still has a few tricks up his sleeve
under the first highway by sammy terry’s wall
answering ratha-bhojana-vrksa’s call
bowing his head and following the kalarupa’s stream
arriving for the sandhya greeted by shaving cream
“deep within the far off jungle” is tonight’s dress
and after dancing under the moon the thakura’s take evening rest

This dress is orange and brown
The trim is golden braid
It was offered for vyasa puja day
Maybe not as magnificent as some societies
Still creates excitement on new outfit day
Came into the natha mandir to hear the kirtan play
Bowing down in dandavats noticed the leis
Roses, leaves and baby’s breath combine in a free form way
Always brings hope and happy memories of that vyasa puja day
Quick has been the word this whole week
So little time even when the friends want to speak
Rounding the corner there is a peleton of fixed gear freaks
But the cruiser king keeps them at bay by offering them a peek
at the latest cog and if they can’t get it they have to say ”deek deek”
I take my leave at the shop and Murkha goes on a streak
Has to make the sandhya arati
Bowing to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa his prospect is none too bleak
Kalarupa takes him back up and he’s greeted by cotton tail hares as earlier in the week
O deer dough tonight dress of light green and silver with deep green trim
Necklaces of silver fitting at their collar brim
Ready to dance all night on a mere whim

Come down from your price and see where your true profit lies
Soon the outfit has to begin
Janmastami is coming it’ll be here before too long
and the seamstress is depending on me
creamy silk with red and teal trim
my ticket is near it’s end and there’s no more waiting time
I’m leaving and I’ve got to have it to take home
Today there are roses and sumanas flowers in the leis
“i should have put roses that would have rested on Ksna’s shoulder”
leis maker almost lamented.
Spinning to the southland and talking with near friends the call comes in for the sandhya. So quickly by the post box on to the lion’s park. the campa hatti has a special on. Sprinting to the navapatra where there are phalam and puspam for the offering I take leave and Murkha speeds back for the sandhya after bowing to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and being helped to keep up the pace by the kalarupa
As the lightening shows the night sky this dress shows Krsna’s light blue with the midnight blue of the cloth. Gandharvika’s sari has a wonderful pattern of a lotus flower on the sheer cloth and Mahaprabhu combines a bit of both. A comfortable dress for their evening pastimes.
On Pandava nirjala Ekadasi observe an all day fast
Present yourself before the Thakuras for shelter that will last
Praise the dress with every color in the rainbow, violet, indigo, blue, green, yellow, orange and red
Leis of pink and yellow roses so fine they are like gemstone charms
What a scene
Sprinting to the main street over the first highway and past the dvitiya campa hatti. The clank of the field of the aluminum bat is next on the right. Going right just before the treacherous triangle to post a letter back through messenger style to the shop and on around the corner to see what the king hath wrought to the tennis park back over the first highway and around the car park through the southland the ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls out to make the sandhya and Murkha bows his head the kalarupa is there to chase him all the way while a beast driver honks from behind
At the asrama that same honker is now the greeter
Prahlad-a-dad’s dress tonight
offered in the twilight
celebrating Nrsimhadeva
with rusty silk and panel skirt
dancing all night long
to the notes of Krsna’s flute song

He dances with peacock feather in his hair iridescent shinning
Blue flower over his left ear
Lesson is his only business is enjoying
Small soft feet never touch the ground like the blooming lotus
Yellow and purple with scores of diamond mirrors
Five-dozen roses in the leis accented by the green button pompoms
somewhere a penny whistle is playing a leprechaun’s ecstatic voice
murkha and I are on a quick one today to the southland. Over the first highway to the where the whalers are doing everything with care and attention. Through the treacherous triangle past the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. The natasala is ready for the second show where I take leave. Murkha goes on to the harbor and between the lakes to see the windmill. On the beach sufferers are heading out with a ‘cowabunga!” Then keeping the pitch on his right he goes along to the main street to answer the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the kalarupa gives chase to the sandhya
sweet smile sign of sac-cid-ananda curly black hair is shinning
Draws day to a close. Eyes of the math fixed on white, red and olive stripe
divine pleasure seeker.
It’s really not so far away all you have to do to get there
Is say “I want it” and take darsana of the watercolor dragonflies
Among the lotus flowers on the Deities’ outfit
It’s not necessary to go to India but all the same it is the base
Of every holy place
Hang on to Gurdeva’s lotus feet if you want to go
He’s come to gather lost servants from those so low
His mercy overflows like amrta keli
Leis of amaryllis, hydrangea and vuvuzeula flowers made with care
Seva is performed in your mind
So why waste your time talking about bad things?
Hammering to the thoroughfare where Mahamuni is engaged in an important download so Murkha and I go on to the navapatra entrance. There’s a picnic going on in the lion’s park complete with balloons and streamers. Lots of cruisers out along the beach getting closer to the harbor the fixed gear freaks come out. at the shop I take my leave and let Murkha round the corner and salute the Cruiser King. Sprinting main street to the dvitiya campa hatti. Over the first highway a second wind comes at the long and winding. Folding his palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and going neck and neck with the kalarupa to the sandhya. The ceremony is about to begin as a math kukura greets him in.
Soft silk gold and yellow
A nightdress very mellow
They dance the night away
In their divine evening play
You know this outfit was offered for Vyasa Puja day
He’ll show us the sweet absolute and his play
he’s going to take us home
we’ve just got to see the Deities
in their baby blue, red and silver
then we’ll serve them for all time
thakuras wearing Urvasi
seamstress contemplates the scene
would a red backdrop make devotees want to get up and scream?
Leis of roses and a handful of sumanasa flowers
The devatas droped them down in showers
from the sky let the Thakuras in their Urvasi outfit be glorified
sprinting around the redwoods over the first highway to the clank of the aluminum bat field. The whalers are in fine form today. Left at the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. Passing the center of mores there is a cruiser ahead that Murkha thinks maybe a polished racer in disguise. After dusting him Murkha and I laugh. Up the beach hill is a sufferer with a model aeroplane engine attached to his rig. Another reason to laugh cause even while climbing the hill Murkha and I dust him something fierce he can’t understand why. Round by Bhakta Blade’s kutir on the way to Seymour’s museum a racer in full tuck comes in the opposite direction. The great blue whale is so happy to see some roadies come to admire him his tail gently waves. circling back to the spinner’s church Murkha and I see a pride of fixed gear freaks that pass snobbishly. I take my leave at the shop while Murkha goes around the corner to see the king. He spins and sprints his way along the main street over the first highway. The marcade de los pulgas is on the left while his attention is fixed on the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. The kalarupa pulls him to the sandhya. Though it is said pedalers adulate legs ‘cause they keep going even after their minds have given up but today Murkha feels the opposite is true. That is his legs have long given up only by mental strength are they able to keep going. The kola and karatala greet him this evening.
In the 9th is the nightdress red and blue
Shows how old dresses can reincarnate too
Combing this old on a chance arrangement’s clue
It was pooled into something new
For another vyasa puja

Touring Jharikandha forest Mahaprabhu saw some parrots at play
There was magic in the air he wanted to hear what they had to say
Uncommon talk of Krsna and Radha and who is stronger
A question gave Mahaprabhu pleasure to ponder
A hymn of Mahparabhu’s pastimes came to this number
The parrots on this cloth made everyone remember
Hymn 43 and how the witty connoisseur became
Subject of conversation between the parrot and his mate
“i’m so glad I’m so glad I chose lavender for the lesi this date
last time hymn 43 was played Srimati Gandharvika’s parrots hid
behind the leis size of the flowers and the way they were did
Murkha and I sprint over the main street and throughout the south friends talk while beasts watch. Take the big street to the navaparta and beyond to the land of the sufferers. The geese honk while Murkha and I pedal between the lakes to the harbor. The house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-llot sends him to the redone road. with the tennis park on the right he spins all the way to the dvitiya campa hatti. Cruisers are the order of the day boards at their sides and their eyes fixed on the sky.
I take my leave at the shop while Murkha goes on to the hospital corner
a lady about to be taken out by a beast so he tries to warn her
then he passes the mercado de las pulgas remaining calm
He came upon the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and folded his palms
Kalarupa takes him to the sandhya where the people are gathered in with hopes the ceremony is about to begin.
It’s a miracle mom, the nightdress, is purple and gold.
The weatherman says tonight might be a little cold
So any plans of dancing under the moon are on hold
Time to rest till pujariji comes with burfi rolled
Offered as the balya bhoga

While sitting with his friends one day
Krsna showed the limit of cleverness
Astonishing dolphins he drew
Made his companion close her eyes too
Kirtan so ecstatic made the devotees laugh and cry
Their consciousness climbed so high
Roses and baby's breath in the leis
Following the way their bodies play
Murkha and I headed to the southland when some friends came in the northerly direction and that's where the talking began. On to the dvitiya campa hatti and the redone road where the fixed gear freaks, so hardcore
To overtake them Murkha and I pedaled full bore
By the time rays of twilight struck my sleeve
I turned at the natasala and took my leave
Murkha went through the treacherous triangle so fast
Down the ramp his shadow was cast
He came upon the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and folded his palms
Giving chase to the kalarupa to the sandhya meeting some cotton tailed hares
On the lawn
The lotus nails Nrsimha caturdasi comes between the day and the night and an evening dress is what they usually get green and orange as they swirl through the night till the mangal arati.

From our very first contact
His message rang so true
On his call Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari
Came down to invite us to take our part in the service world
Then we offered ourselves in slavery
When we hear him on the morning walk
Saying beautiful things
That the sadhus sang to me
Amazingly his heart beams into mine
Remembering the day
That he invited the Thakuras to come down
With leis of free spirit roses
That the makers collected in the brahma muhurta
Quick got to be back for the installation party. So it’s to the southland where a few friends are talking about it already. The lion’s park is full of school kids talking shop. Over the snob hill Murkha and I are still sprinting like the yamaduttas are over the left shoulder. All long the beach sufferers are in view changing to or fro. The tennis park is on the right as usual when Murkha and I break for the natasala. At the shop I have to take leave but Murkha goes on to the bear. Under the first highway he hears the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where he folds his palms and accepts the challenge of the kalarupa they are wheel-to-wheel all the way up the long and winding until the corporate raider’s. There Murkha puts on the kick and dusts the kalarupa to be greeted by a smiling Vijaya.
OPT takes charge in dressing them in their baby blue. Yeah there are names for the holy tirthas of the world and in Bengal all the mandirs seem to be painted baby blue. No stealth pins this evening. It takes two baskets to handle all the flowers on the altar as they enjoy their night pastimes.
With your eyes on the darsana of Sue ‘Nila Vasana
You’ll get samsara’s wheel
On the express train to Goloka
We will get there in seemingly no time
In Goloka we’ll become absorbed in divine love
Leis of roses so fine they’re like jewelry
Roses showing their full face glittering and sparkling so bright
Pedaling to the southland where young pedalers on three wheeled recumbents cheer on Murkha and I out of the southland over the first highway past the clank of the aluminum bat. At the go light the whalers are singing and dancing in detail. Posting a bill against a sign I take my leave at the shop while Murkha carries on to the redone road between the lakes. Coming to the windmill there is a family spreading across the pedaling lane so Murkha has to swing in front of the beasts they snarl. Along the way of the beach sufferers are walking away as the sun begins to sink. There is one with his board on his rig and a pair of mountain men looking for a hill. On to the big street to the main street the long and winding brings him to bow before the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. The kalarupa is rising to the challenge to make the sandhya on time. Greeted by smiling pansies Murkha whisks them in to where the ceremony is about to begin.
on a horse of a different color babaji enters Marakata mani puri talking like a pirate about how the Thakuras are dancing the night away.

I can only hope that Gurudeva will take charge of me
But I can’t simply follow blindly thinking that is the way
Truth is echoing out from every page of his books how can I reach the stage of understanding
Having come in contact with one who can take us beyond all time and space everyone, all the human race
My thirst grew with each word I wanted to learn everything I could about that place
The way to reach all this is by dedication to the uttama vaisnava
He’ll call us from all across the universe
To see them in this white and gold with the fluffiest of leis mystically staying put through the whole day
“what is it with fixed gear freaks and dogs?” murkha asks me. “maybe the dogs are the brakes” I reply,
next going through the lion’s park and the village Murkha and I are on to the beach where sufferers change on their way to and from the waves. The harbor is on the left on the way to the natasala a team is on the other side of the street. Up ahead in the same direction are a pair headed for the deep southland, Their rigs are loaded to the maximum with sleeping bags, tents and a stove. I take leave at the shop and Murkha goes around the corner to the cruiser king then through the treacherous triangle. The ramp takes him to the bear on the way to the navapatra. The pitch has a game in progress but Murkha is out of time and has to hammer under the first highway to make the ratha-bhojana-vrksa’s call bowing his head as he chases the kalarupa to the sandhya.
in the ninth the nightdress of red and blue recycled from a long retired dress. Such new life has been done only a couple of times but seems to work out well. They dance the night away in great happiness.

Though seated on a big asana
Follow the angels that come
To teach you how you must change
Ego is the reason for staying away so long
But Gurudeva brings the key
Rose petal leis are lovely when you’ve got the time
Follow the angels back home
In the southland there is the king of dancers and the queen of Vrndavana they speak of life and the path of the cruisers. In the lion’s park the sprinklers are on so no one is there. The beasts are trying to block the pedalers by stopping on an angle but Murkha and I cross the lane ignoring their taunts. Through the village to the navapatra and the wharf road under the first highway to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa’s call where the kalarupa takes Murkha to the sandhya being greeted by some hares
The students wear orange and in this outfit Giridhari wears orange so “Krsna is a brahmacari”. But in an action that is an apparent contradiction they dance all night long.
It must be just about time for arati
A torchbearer said to the pujari
the devotees have gathered for celebration why must they wait?
“well I’ve dressed the deities I’m ready “ the pujari spoke
“but you are waiting and punctuality is important, that’s no joke. Still the teacher called and asked me to wait even though the hour is getting late”
at the door of the natha mandir devotees kept the view noting each one who came and went barefoot servants too out side the wind began to howl knocked Srimati Gandharvika’s mukut and effulgence off, causing all to turn frowns upside down
leis were in a rush of roses, petals and gerbera daisies
in the southland near friends are waiting for the two pedalers to approach. They all begin speaking at once in an excited voice. Murkha and I take time to cross the main street through the car park over the first highway. The whalers are giving some the works. Through the treacherous triangle down through Saint Dagwood’s park another patra is on the corner as Murkha and I pass taking the next block to see the physicist.
Taking one of the tour streets Murkha and I remember the luminaries who pedaled this path. At the corner I take leave as Murhka salutes the king and goes past the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot to the redone road. Keeping the tennis park on the right back to the dvitiya campa hatti over the first highway turning to avoid the beasts. the long and winding has the ratha-bhojana-vrksa calling and the kalarupa encouraging Murkha since his mind and body have almost given out due to the heat. At the sandhya you ain’t seen anything like the one who greeted him this evening.
With the warm night coming on the Thakuras slip into their “deep within the far off jungle” nightdress. A white outfit that is well suited for enjoying like anything
Mahduvrata
It’s the amavasya and the Thakuras wear yellow and black
Honey bees on Srimati Gandharvika’s sari, stars front and back
Of Giridhari’s dhoti, flowers on Mahaprabhu’s belt
The image makes devotees hearts melt
A tag team creates the leis
Petals imaginatively combine for Mahaprabhu
Giridhari’s is (ha ha) “uber long” snap dragons with drops of dew
For Gandharvika with a fragile lily center
Quickly murkha and I are lured to the southland where pictures are the oil of conversation. The lion’s park is dry with a few people are laughing. Campa hatti directs Murkha and I to the left through the village. The beach goes on forever leading on the the wharf road under the first highway as the ratha-bhojana-vrksa issues it’s clarion call. I take leave while murkha bows his head and tries to catch the kalarupa. About the mrga house he’s got him and won’t look back until Vijaya greets him for the sandhya.
Hiranya Kasipu soft yellow silk super comfortable for rest and gold for the flash they take rest getting up to dance after only a moment

Have you seen the thakura’s today?
Stars on Giridhair’s dhoti and cape
Announce apara ekadasi upavas for goodness sake
Their parrot belts score a “sporting choice award”
Roses and cornflowers leis strung on thick cord
Come see light dance and play
Chasing mundane desire away
Murkha and I meet at the shop and go through the treacherous triangle to the Tennis Park and harbor. A couple of electric pedalers along the way are surprised at the ease the “manual pedalers” dust them with. The windmill shop is open once again and salutes all passing pedalers. Along the beach keeping the pitch on the left then turning to the big road. A few errand runners are there move to the right to let Murkha and I pass. At the long and winding he turns to answer the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and pedaling beside the kalarupa to make the vaikalika service.
Back to the Cyrus Thoroughfare where friends meet around the post box of Mahamuni to the lion’s park through the village back along the beach to the wharf road to go under the first highway a team dressed in blue and white are chattering once again while Murkjha and I sprint to the long and winding where once again I take leave and he returns for the sandhya. The kernel of divine love has trimmed some of the brush on the path making re-entry easier and safer
Bhakta Blade has begun dressing them in their “Prahlad a dad” nightdress and speaks of how their hair is arranged. “Tomorrow will be better,” he says. As he places the rings on Giridhari’s fingers As the lights go and the floor is cleaned he giggles about the sash that had a stealth pin in the middle.
Gurudeva brought the Thakuras from the east
their beauty made some cry
the devotees made a solemn vow
to raise their dedication high
after the seamstress has planned. Designed and sewn
all other colors beside aruna and hara
so everyone was sure that roy G. Biv has come
the spectrum of the rainbow is full
now this cloth came and with the seamstress
gone for Gaura Purnima
these mukuts were made to put upon their heads
It so amazed one and all
Now they’ve worn it on this near midsummer’s day
With roses, spider mum and pompom leis
OPT dressed them the best he can
Leaving Murkha to crown them
Make sure their leis reach their knees
Then he and I are off to Saint Dagwood’s park
Pedaling most furiously
Seeing pedalers with rigs so “trick” they just can’t be beat
Strike fear into their opponents’ hearts
Murkha and I pedaled around the corner
Till reaching Cruiser King and sang the glories
Of the aruna har posse rides again
He smiled from ear to ear and then got on his rig
And pedaled to the tennis park
Where both he and I took leave to return to the shops
Murkha went on over the first highway
And through the car park
With the oddly named byank on the left
Once ‘round the southland for luck
On to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa at last
With the kalarupa to the sandhya
Greeted by one in graduation robe
In the evening a dress named when the highest devotees of all
Asked both tree and creeper
But none could answer not even Odeer dough
Had seen Krsna
Dressed in this light green and silver

Put this peacock on Mahaprabhu’s kirta
Right over his heart
It’s in this backdrop let me cut it out for you
It’s from our renegade days
The oldest of all for this new dress they can wear it anytime
Creative rose leis flowing with their dancing forms
“Let me know you, please take a small corner of my heart”
Pedaling along to the southland where one of the friends says they’d rather be inside with the print shop fumes than out in the sun Murkha and I take off. Many pedalers out but no teams cruisers are at the beach along with sufferers the geese are honking to show they love by the harbor to the natasala where they are off for a few days around the corner past the king to the treacherous triangle where I take leave and leave the rest to Murkha who goes along the ramp taking a right at the sight of another bunch of cruisers just before the tennis park he goes left and keeps the basketball park on his left and the navapatra on his right the pitch is there too and he goes under the first highway to the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa there he folds his palms and chases the kalrupa but the sun has gotten to him and he’s slow the hares are there to welcome him to the asrama
how should the devotees behave when collecting? “Like a lion on the chase”. This purple and green was also a Nrsimha caturdasi dress while I was dressing them in it the part of Nrsimhadeva chasing Hiranya kasipu was read so that became the name.
Mrdangas and Mahaprabhu’s ankle bells jingle in time
The days are really hot Mahaprabhu and Giridhari
dressed with kirtas off that’s something all the devotees like
this dress is named “I was born at the stroke of midnight”
Giridhari’s arm covered with bangles looks so good
Quit the world and go back home If we only could
Fluffy rose leis fushcias round the neck Mahaprabhu’s
And Srimati Gandharvika’s are switched
Who can understand what happens when they wear
“I was born at midnight”
pedaling lightly due the heat. Murhka is still recovering. The navapatra serves as entrance to the spacey thoroughfare where friends have also congregated. Speaking ‘till Murkha sees it’s getting late so then it’s back around the beach where not the sufferers but all walks of life are taking refuge. The harbor is also empty. The natasala is opening while I take leave and Murkha goes through the treacherous triangle over the creek and past the pitch and under the first highway to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the kalarupa helps him back to the sandhya with the kernel of divine love there to welcome him back
Deep in the far off jungle is the nightdress for Friday. White with red and green ribbons and tiny designs on Giridhari’s coat eyelets on Gandharvika’s veil a little heavy for summer but the night may become chilly
to take shelter of Sri Guru is the dream
That will make a whole new thing
This dress made for Gaura Purnima
Came in this stream
Offer a sumanas flower at his feet
Brings this life’s highest treat
so “I’m a sumanas child”
is its name
Lovely long leis stretch to Giridhari’s feet
So much sundar
Taking the thoroughfare by surprise the friends are behind a common entrance. Then off to the village where more sufferers and tourists are baking in the sun. watching the waves carrying in the sufferers and flooding the sandcastles of the land lovers. Quickly to the natasala via the treacherous triangle around the corner to the cruiser king who applauds to see anyone out today taking leave at the shop Murkha passes the whalers noting small details to the front road where a fixed gear freak is pedaling with his dog a pair of tandems are on their to “gandharva Puri” murkha smiles past the basketball park and the pitch to the wharf road under the first highway once again to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where kalarupa stays even encouraging Murkha all the way to the sandhya
Gold and soft bed, Hiranya Kasipu is the nightdress. A daring belt for Giridhari and they dance all night long laughing at the fun
Time had come for an outfit for Gaura Purnima the idea came in an apricot dream.
Add some blue and appliqués too coat and chodder for Giridhari and cape for Mahaprabhu
Ruffles and panels galore Srimati Gandharvika’s skirt has forty pieces or more
Seamstress and friends stitched each seam together so calm
In the P.D. Stotram’s top 40
Fluffy roses for these leis collected by the maker, one of sraddha van jana he, said, “I’ve never asked permission before but the people in the village were happy to give”
Once again Murkha and I spin down the long and winding to stealthily take the thoroughfare by surprise. Friends are talking about the mukut of a couple of days ago. Then it’s off to see the aids ride and the bizarre collection of helmets with toppers from cats to dragonflies all to raise awareness all the way to the angels in the southern state. Stopping at the shop and taking my leave Murkha goes on after people in odd costumes and made up rigs. Plain pedalers are out in force today. Single speed freaks are coming down from the redwoods along with some from the lieberry and as Murkha bows to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the kalarupa comes to pace him to the sandhya along with one of the folks. Young folks are the greeters this evening amazed in their comparison of height and age.
Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari in red Chinese silk with flowers embroidered and creamy chodders and veil and if you can touch their lotus feet that’s the touch that kills.
young girl said “I wish they had an outfit that’s yellow and red”
I told the seamstress she said “That’s it! Now I can begin to sew
And I’ll put Mahaprabhu in mango”
Borrow the red mukuts and gold effulgence
Roses in the leis today look like pearls strung on a thread
What a day for pedaling! Quickly to the shop for a morning meeting back for the madyakaliya . Sprinting to the stars on a mystic path. Many fixed gear freaks on the way Murkha and I dust a few and follow the rest. Asking one seeing the stars a question getting an answer “what an imagination” “yeah, who needs television?” asks murkha. Turning to the beach hill on the way to Bhakta Blade’s kutir. Circling the spinner’s church to the sufferer thakura who is wearing a new leis himself. Around the trader’s back to the corner where Murkha goes to tell the king and I take leave. Through the treacherous triangle he passes the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot the whalers are singing and dancing and smelling the flowers but Murkha has no time the vaikalika is calling from the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. The Mercado de las pulgas is on the right still Murkha is hammering to the southland to shoot across the main street. Bowing to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and dragging the kalarupa to the vaikalika where yogidhari welcomes him
Laughing lion tonight, and while dressing them the deep blue seems to be illuminated by the yellow boarder with the flowers in it. Such an elegant outfit is made to look even more graceful as they dance the night away.