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.