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