Mahaprabhu appeared on the lunar eclipse
Worship him on that evening by lighting a ghee lamp with 108 wicks
Seeing amaryllis, pompom and wild flower leis
Filled even the mouths of the dumb with words of his praise
Bringing weapons of beauty and charm
He taught the chanting the name of Krsna as the yuga dharma
Fuchsia and teal paper silk
Peacock from a backdrop back in the day
On his kirta mixed in with the rest called
the oldest of all but in a new dress
spinning from the asrama wanting to go left at main street
pedaler’s self preservation says when encircled best follow the fleet
across beside Mahamuni who is joining the thoroughfare
murkha and I go round research park with the joggers there
back to main street to the asundara mukha and the news it brings
the lions are hosting kids on swings
through the village where the tourists go
cruisers are at the harbor I take my leave and murkha follows the flow
crosses over the first highway he has to sprint
a fixed gear freak strikes the hour that gives the hint
ratha-bhojana-vrksa is calling again
to join the kalarupa in the sandhya spin
a beast has bewildered a young Krsna cow
with no one there to show it how
murkha calls her over and the beast can pass
now the krsna cow’s life will last
Giridhari is in orange with purple sash and chodder
Gandharivka has orange veil and choli
while Mahaprabhu has purple kirta and white dhoti
this one is the smooth dancing actor
yellow and purple a janmastami outfit
with a flower pushed over his ear this dancer is for sure in control
flanked by Mahaprabhu and Srimati Gandharvika
his flute set ablaze by gold and danced on by his fingers
his pastimes attract every living soul
dancing with his topmost devotees
yoga maya makes all necessary arrangements
allowing them to enjoy is illusion’s job
say what is this dress’s name the seamstress can’t hear you so don’t worry
go ahead and speak your mind
with daisy, rose and marigold leis
thrilling everyone on that side of the yellow curtain
most wonderful thing for certain
encircle the park once more
some of the city’s finest are picnicking at the lion’s door
skateboarders are performing on the hill
one flips and his companions laughter is shrill
single joggers are running with multiple dogs
one team is in it’s custom canine togs
between the lakes are the faithful geese
their flapping, honking and waddling never cease
at the natasala I turn to the shop
time is on Murkha’s mind vaikalika won’t let him stop
a moment at the thoroughfare to get the scoop
then answer the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa to join kalarupa
hammering to see the kernel of divine love clearing the path
on the way to give the lord his afternoon bath
fittingly the nightdress is deep within the far off jungle
here that may bring a laugh
ahh but that is the vision of those that Bungle
so for now ‘till mangal arati
that is all there is to speak