Outfit offered for Janmastami blue, yellow and lilac this vision has no price
First viewed at midnight the devotees absolutely had to see it twice
Incense smoke billowed from behind the curtain scent of sai flora in the air
Like a magician on Saturday cartoons, “nothing up my sleeve!”
Look again, they aren’t there!
The camp hate walla showered the leis maker with flowers
He couldn’t sell to someone else
Roses, lilies, and sumanas flowers strung together with loving care
“Come out come out Murkha! Even though it’s late! How much longer do you think The daylight will wait? so come out before it’s too late” the Deities skirt you’re hiding behind wants you to see the sun across Main Street in the southland one who sees Murkha is happy and in that way says he has seen the thakuras are remembering him. Teams are everywhere today as if there is a race coming on. A blue team over the first highway is in single file. Coming up from between the lakes an orange team complete with a break away group. At the corner of the natasala I take leave and Murkha heads for the ramp. He comes up to the navapatra and by the wharf road there is a white team chattering among themselves. Murkha continues under the first highway to the long and winding where he folds his palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and picks up the kalarupa as the stars are twinkling above. The kernel of divine love is the greeter along with an Oregonian.
“Well shiver me timbers! If that isn’t Marakata Mani Puri we be getting ready to enter!” the babaji says from the saddle of a hot pink stead. The Thakuras enjoy this fun as they slip into their nightdress of the same colors named “Riding on a horse of a different color the babaji enters Marakata Mani Puri talking like a pirate