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