Mahaprabhu’s mercy has found us
Giridhari’s mukut has come down
Knocking things out of place causing a ruckus
Only the second time for this mukut
Peacock feathers keep it light bigger by effulgence
Gaura Purnima dress with the star as the focus
That silly pujari took that to name it thus
Superstar mercy flowing near and far
Pink and silver with Giridhari’s mukut of many feathers
Roses and stock make the leis
Combine in a spontaneous way
Spinning to the southland Murkha and me talking with friends. Near perfection only broken by the flesh failures let the sunshine in. more teams today a team of the other species in the village while a young team is near Saint Dagwood’s park at speed. I take leave while Murkha goes along the redone road and between the lakes keeping the windmill on the left. Taking the big street straight to the main street he hits all the lights bowing his head at the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the Kalarupa asks “you think you’re in the zone? HA! And then he and Murkha nip and tuck all the way to the asrama. Beasts are coming in clusters keeping Murkha and Kalarupa on the edge of their pedals. At the asrama it’s the usual hares to greet him.
The lotus nail aren’t weapons and this outfit isn’t green. Or is it? Standing in the pujari’s box it looks like it is green and the other sides show different shades it’s all in your mind so it’s flawless. Dressed in a simple sort of way they enjoy like anything this coming of summer.