in to the nath mandir
the true sense of no fear
lord in orange and teal
spoke of his last night’s play with such zeal
made his companion smile and close her eyes
while she was looking down
with other friends around
much to their surprise
he showed the limit of cleverness
by drawing on her chest
dolphins in sporting play
offered on Janmastami worn today
everyone cheered for the rose and dazy lays
I am nimble and murkha is quick
All around pedalers are thick
On the cy space way Murkha’s truest friends
As I take my leave at the natasala stage
Murkha sees it’s time to rage
ratha-bhojana-vrksa call is shrill
kalarupa pedals beside he knows the drill
Cottontails welcome him
even Mahamuni grins
at night they wear the “lotus nails”
by comparison all other beauty fails
there used to be a time
when this world seemed fine
didn’t have a problem of kind
at all
parents and teachers say just wait
want to be there when life hits you in the face
went to a scrabble game
using devotee words and phrases
letters got pushed together, no spaces
studying close see what it gives
you’ve got it diet olive
amaryllis flowers with flowers from the land
strung round in leis by an artistic hand
over the first highway
dusting a couple of epedalers headed to the bay
facing a pace line at the tennis park
but real roadies don’t wave to those on a lark
between the lakes geese honk
at the windmill guzzle cappuccino to avoid a bonk
at the navapatra I depart
Murkha goes to serve the lord of the heart
Kalarupa brings him along
And Cecil Bruner welcomes him home
y’all heard the sound
the voice from the sky shouted down
sent you into despair
you knew the game just wasn’t fair
yes the prospect was gloomy
until this dress, “Yudhisthira and evil Sukuni”
maharaja rode above the ground in his chariot
dharma’s own laureate
red and purple with leis iridescent as a rainbow
even in low light they have a lovely glow
park of research is closing soon
so Murkha and I pedal in tune
while the post box and the campa hatti play
through the village without delay
by the beach the sufferers come and go
I must return while Murkha makes the next show
Heeding the call of ratha-bhojana-vrksa
Kalarupa chases him back to be greeted by a rksa
Tiny red and olive stripes
Lace and embroidered flowers on white
they’re wearing deep within the far off jungle tonight
all kinds of people going to the bathing ghat
on lunar eclipse it’s a good habit
a full moon, one who holds a rabbit,
Mahaprabhu appeared forceful and bold
In celebration this dress offered silver and gold
Mums, roses and petals leis fine as jewels
Service that completely rules
Spinning around the southland
By the asundara mukha with it’s live band
The lion’s park where the embers are glowing
In the village sufferers happy the wind is blowing
Along the beach people jog
Feeling the rolling in fog
At the natasala people in line for the show
I see by the clock it’s time for me to go
Leaving him to see the king
through treacherous triangle he starts to sing
past the Mercado de las pulgas finish the loop
bow to ratha-bhojana-vrksa meet kalarupa
hammer to the sandhya pass a roadie on the trail
being greeted by hares with cotton tail
soft gold silk a nightdress comfortable for rest
seeing the hiranya kasipu outfit all feel blessed
seamstress creativity never ceases
Srimati Gandharvika’s skirt has forty pieces
Taking the appliqués align them don’t be afraid
Like all others this one is so well made
Full rose leis and peacock mukuts
Completely stunning head to foot
Encircling the park of research
Seeing skaters in their wool hats on their perch
Over the snob hill
To the village watch tourists chill
The tennis park is on the right
I take my leave Murkha pedals with all his might
Ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls
Murkha and Kalarupa hall
met by vijaya and friends
the touch that kills, Chinese silk that’s red
roses embroidered good for going to bed
white creamy silk too
kept up their dancing ‘till the conch shell blows
little girl asks if yellow/red combo will be made?
Seamstress sighed “out of the mouths of babes”
Smiling she thought “I was so confused”
Gaura Purnima is coming
And that combination shall be used
Multi flowered leis Mahaprabhu is calling
The sleeping souls after this darsana
Who could ever refuse
No risk all gain you’ve got nothing to loose
Around the search park to speak with friends
Then to the asundar mukha when the talking ends
Cruisers smile along the beach
Murkha and I pass on the natalsala is in reach
I take leave go to the shop
Murkha has to sprint and not stop
Answer the ratha-bhojana-vrksa call
Kalarupa comes out of the saddle standing tall
At the sandhya a valiant one greets him
They enter together the ceremony begins
Prahlad’s demon father and his soldiers
Don’t you know the lion laughs at you
Dark blue with yellow boarder
Effulgence lemon yellow taking rest on Monday
It’s time to close now
I’m beginning to get the point
This world is no fun
By guru krpa
In separation sometimes
Mahaprabhu would cry out loud
where is Krsna?
Coming for darsana
Srimati Gandharvika
is dressed in beautiful blue
while Mahaprabhu wears mango
with a green sash and chooder
yellow and purple for Giridhari
this is for real.
I am not dreaming
Roses, lavatira and other fun flowers
From the asrama make the leis
The aruna har posse comes looking for lost souls
Dressed up in pink and green to steel the mind
Giving the chance to be free
Fluffy rose leis float on the breeze
Through the southland friends are chatting
Someone gets riled up and starts ranting
There’s another picnic at the lion’s park
The pace line comes through on their mark
Going past the campa hatti a pack of skaters
hand standing on their boards over the craters
in their plaid shirts and wool hats
behaving like little more than rug rats
geese honk between the lakes
fixed gear freaks go by and half the street shakes
as I stop at the shop
murkha hears the call and takes off
kalarupa chases him
while at the sandhya Vijaya flags him in
lotus nails night dress green
weapon of Nrsimhadeva, never before seen
following the angels
green and yellow the days of waning moonlight
Asking all to come be free
Prospect is so bright
fluffy floating rose leis must see
divine love’s celebration
let it Change our life make it right
through the southland where friends meet
past the lion’s park where the air is sweet
sufferers getting ready to go home
shaking off the ocean’s foam
the natasala is dark as I take leave
murkha sprints through the pedalers in a weave
back to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa’s call
kalarupa sets the pace sandhya says hi y’all
a lion on the chase
to the resting place
from nrsimhadeva
who sent the demon to his grave