We’ve all come here
Time for arati is near
Please show us the Lord of our heart
How can it be fair?
The outfit has a purple that the priests wear
Gaura Purnima is like our Saint Patrick’s day
Even though the ceremony is set to begin
Not everyone is in
Phone rings they say they’ll be here but don’t know when
Trumpet and take aim flowers
Face the world in the leis
Class arrives is the clue
Thakuras will come into view
In the research park friends are meeting
A canon is dispelled as fleeting
Around the beach where the sufferers go
Murkha and I get a boost going in the direction the wind blows
I take my leave as Murkha goes on a while
At the top of campa hatti hill another pedaler passes with a smile
Only to be dusted herself by Murkha within the mile
greeted by the kernel of divine love
deep within the far off jungle nightdress with amavasya above
they dance and sing
and try to bring
a taste of divine happiness
how ‘bout we go to the natha mandir
it will be crystal clear
conscious plane of the sincere
pull contemplative minds from here to there
Bengali Mahal Jadhu
Water color silk of yellow and blue
with puspa mukuts on their heads
all comers cheer as they set eyes on the flowers
encircled by dragon flies
Bengali Mahal Jadhu
Marigolds, gerbera daisies, amaryllis and the rose of the day
combine in a fun way to make leis
spinning to the main street.
Seeing the thieves cache discreet
over the first highway
down a ramp where a beast allows passage okay
the toad is at the gym
asks Murkha is he can pedal with him
hammering along the pitch comes on the right
while still in full flight
left to the wharf under the first highway now
ratha-bhojana-vrska’s call brings Murkha to bow
the kalarupa takes him to the sandhya as he must
on the way a single pedaler gets the dust
through a herd of “Krsna cows”
at the asrama greeted by cecil bruner
sweat coming down his brow
Hrianya Kasipu, the golden soft bed
they wear for dancing where no one else will tread
enjoying like anything to the flute song of the crooner