Have you heard about Srimati Gandharvika?
Teaching divine love to all the world
In the nata mandir her sweet luster showing it’s glory
Leis of roses star gazers and orchids what a story
Call the scribe to write it down
Spinning and sprinting to the main street
Over the first highway is this a repeat?
Through Saint Dagwood’s park and up the beach hill
Bhakta blade at his kutir taking the name the celestial will
Circling the spinner’s church smell ocean’s spray
Folks pay homage to the sufferer thakura with new lei
The cruiser king salutes as I return
Murkha leaves the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot behind his calves begin to churn
Bowing to the RBV
Kalarupa asks “make the sandhya?” let me see
OPT welcomes him back
Gives him a friendly smack
In the ninth it’s clear
Guru Maharaja appeared
To show all the way home without fear
Going to the tailor
“can’t get an outfit without spending lots of money”
So maybe leave that tailor
conjure a spell the kind
make that tailor change his mind
enlist an inspired magic boy
seamstress finishes the dress
When the curtain opens devotees jump for joy.
More marigolds, orchids and roses with sunflowers
Tejas of gold and pearls circles of power
Send off an upavita to the desert
Along the beach between the lakes heat increases the effort
I take leave a bit early
Murkha through treacherous triangle a little squirrelly
But the call of the RBV
Makes it all go by easily
Kalarupa takes a cue
From parishioner sambhubabhu
“Gaura hari bol”
helps the wheels roll
the lion laughs in blue and flowers
effulgence shows that flower power
lemon yellow
can’t be explained better than a real mellow fellow
dancing the night away
till mangal arati begins the next day

Joyfully laughing and joking
In the pasture with the cowboys swimming in yamuna’s water
Eating cheese milk and butter
Above this there can be no other
Leis with pink lilies, dahlias, and roses
did you see how Mahaprabhu’s center tickled his toeses
His dhoti blooming as the wind blows
How can Kali’s prospect shine?
Once you’ve seen “pasture media time”?
Murkha and I spinning out
Pedal and shout
“Never under estimate the power of a good bike ride”
sprinting, hammering, and spinning from the east to the west side
through the lion’s park with kids playing in the sand
seeing the skaters performing like it was planned
pedaling along the beach while others prefer to suffer
while the waves get rougher
the sun is going down
between the lakes bon fires have people gathered round
Natasala is quiet as I end
Murkha goes on “take care friend”
Bowing to the RBV
Kalarupa chases him as far as he can see
Om Pramahamsa Thakura helps them on
With adbhuta singha they wear while they enjoy till dawn
Mahaprabhu’s mercy is for all the fallen people
Feeling that positive prospect has said “good-bye”
Aggressive mercy won’t wait
Mahaprabhu is serving nectar on a golden plate
Enough to take you to the vaikuntha sky
This outfit “superstar” is to be seen by all people
Thinking the price for divine love will be too high
Aggressive mercy won’t give up
It knows it’s the only thing that’sup
Your faith is the only price you have to pay
soon you’ll be on your way
You’ll be back to stay
All the way back home
Notice the leis they have today
Following each movement as they sway
Cute as a button pompoms
With gladiolus turning frowns
Upside down
Faster and faster
Time in thy flight
Have arati on time
Even tonight
An electric cruiser attaches his suffering board
Putt putts along the beach feeling he’s scored
Murkha and I pedal between and betwixed
Single speed freaks whose motto is “ride fixed”
Waves enough to suffer
While joggers go by huffer and puffer
Geese are honking
While the pace line’s leader is bonking
I turn to work
And the ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls to Murkha
The kalarupa is counting the divide
While a roadie smirks
Greeted by the kernel of divine love
Smiling down from above
Activity slows in the day’s sayana section
Helping them into their nightdress brings reflection
How all will get some grace
At mangal arati seeing them in “a lion on the chase”
In the nata mandir do the swami two step dance
Purple &yellow dress covered with mirrors & you want a glance
Leis of marigolds, wild roses with leaves of mint
“I thought they’d be all mint” hrh said “till I saw the flowers dvitya campa hatti PHrank sent”
She completed them during the bath
hiccups gave an excuse to laugh
jungle brush and vines
watch as Murkha and I go drifting by
hot mid afternoon beats down
crossing over the first highway on the way to town
whalers singing while they pay attention to detail
completing each task without fail
circling a stunt track with sundial
why are you here? People ask with a smile
standing at their door “go to the beach
where the cool is within reach”
pay attention to the coach as he points to the door
pedal all along the shore
dipping and weaving the cruisers
blending with the way users
hearing the rBV’s call
bow and lead the kalarupa where the trees are tall
a deer ogles as the welcoming party
noting his chronograph smiles to say “you’re not tardy”
in olive, red, and white
they’ve got a mind to dance all night
“deep within the far off jungle”
the rest is bungle
I look at the pan and see that it’s boiling
The foam on the butter
I look at the butter and see it needs stirring
The foam on the butter
I wonder why the butteracarya didn’t tell you
How to make it into ghee
I wonder why since you were selected
No one directed you
I look once again and
can see through to the bottom
While the ghee gently foams
Dahlias, mums and pink jasmine
Make the leis uber long
They sway with vrndavana natabara
I don’t know how
Murkha and I keep pedaling now
Going every day
I don’t know who
Came and converted
Murkha and I to the camp of Mahaprabhu
I see all the sufferers
Cruisers and fixed gear freaks
Their lives are all so bleak
I return to work
rBV calls out to Murkha
come lead the kalarupa
bowing before the instruction of Gurudeva
the kalarupa gives chase
arriving back home in time for the sandhya
divya mauli welcomes him
“you’ll take me home again!”
Hiranya Kasipu gold, yellow and soft for bed
Prepare them for their evening pastimes

Chanting and dancing in the forest gives him such a thrill
His golden form covered by a flow of tears
This one from Gaura Purnima
Blue and orange
Brilliant as the sun
His ecstatic pastimes joyfully fun
Mispronouncing the name in delirium
Excitedly absorbed roaring laughter so deep
Leis of roses who face the world
With the banner of divine love unfurled
Forty pieces the seamstress can't believe
How it all came together and gave her relief
On the main street circle the southland
at the lion's park kids play in the sand
on the hill near campa hatti skaters show everyone a wild time
singing verse ending in “skateboarding is not a crime”
through the village to check out the pace line
dipping and weaving between the lakes
a drum circle heats up and half the downtown shakes
I depart at the shop's test track
As Murkha clears the treacherous triangle on the way back
Over the first highway a beast cuts him some slack
At the ratha-bhojana-vrksa folds his palms
And drops the kalarupa without qualms
Prahlad-a-dad
Tonight's dress makes them glad
For all the day's experience had
Radhastami features a new dress today
What you going to call it the people say
I don't know yet
But one offered a snake belt
And I hear tellt
That people are often lured
Into something they're not sure
But seeing this dress pink gold
With flowers on the boarder looking really bold
They just want to “what you going to call it?”
Well for right now take this down and scrawl it
“With pink use a hint of green
Will always look keen”
With asarvada from “RBV”
Murkha and I go down to the sea
The sufferers with their boards
And all the fun they've scored
Seagulls and their guests
Like the natasala best
At the shop I depart
But Murkha he is smart
answsers the ratha-bhojana-vrksa's call
to service above all
greeted by the sloka slinger with the “buddy card”
a former Radhastami offering “o deer dough”
is the dress tonight
works out just right
they dance, sing and send
an invite to all join in celebration of year's end
You dress Gandharvika too skinny
And open the curtain too late
You're only expert at nonsense talk
but she'll not miss a chance for service
she'll be there with bells on
from Radhastami
same year that Saint Patrick's Easter
came fashionably late
Pale green with purple
and bells on her skirt
She'll be there with bells on
roses, petals and leaves in the leis
Thursday's are always done artistically
Around the southland over the first highway
To the navapatra listen to the live music play
While connecting to the spacey thoroughfare
at the tennis park the umpire is invite to vacate the chair
the natasala is taking time off
Murkha and I pass fixed gear freaks who scoff
I take leave at the shop
While Murkha continues to hop
To the tune from the RBV
“come get yourself free”
folding his palms
Murkha's anxiety calms
Kalarupa takes him by
The asrama gate to be greeted by Vijaya
Hearing this song
It's easy to see that the nightdress is a miracle mom
They swirl, dance and play all night long
Mahaprabhu has come search his lost servants
Said srila Guru Maharaja
There's so much confusion here
This is the only relief
He's serving nectar from a golden plate
Even to those who aren't worth
The prospect that gets us excited
Is what Guru Maharaja spoke
celebrating that is done by common folk
the thakuras get a new dress in many shades of purple
for the happy date
inside the sewing room
seamstress and her crew
kept working while extras came and went
barefoot pujaris too
off in a distant garden
a maker picked roses for the leis
with the celebration approaching
candra entered the ninth day
once again Murkha and I are in the southland
but the entrance to the thoroughfare is banned
now it's past Mahamuni's post box
where pedalers talk
and nobody walks
except the skaters and they do back flips
where the hill dips
at the cliff sufferers change
and get their gear all arranged
gathering driftwood between the lakes
there is a bon fire to make
at the natasala people wait
steal across the street for a crepe
I stop to talk with the cruiser king
While Murkha goes on to sing
In harmony with the rbv
Kalarupa and Murkha pedaling free
Into the sandhya's glow
As the sank begins to blow
In sayana the deep within the far off jungle nightdress
Swirling dancing that will relive the day's stress
Enjoying like anything
Increasing moonlight
Shows purnima is on the way
Means the rainbow outfit is coming
Along with the Ekadasi day
Counting the days forward
It comes on number eleven
Going to the altar pujari was outside the curtain
arati was starting on time
thakuras wearing all the colors in the rainbow
and glowed as bright as the sun
the leis maker who smiled
said be careful the roses are in
suspended animation
And the petals may fall around
Quickly through the southland
Pedaling past Mahamuni's post box is grand
Cruisers with boards
Held on by bungee chords
Tracing the beach where sufferers in the pipe
At the tennis park competition is ripe
Natasala has a full show
I stay at the shop but Murkha has to go
The ratha-bhojana-vrksa is calling
So he is hauling
Kalarupa helps him to fly
To arrive in time to greet Vijaya
Hiranya kasipu soft yellow silk
Smooth as walking on milk
They enjoy like anything forever
Entering the nath mandir
Effulgence gives vision crystal clear
Vaisnava seva is the way out of here
Avast me hardies!
Sure an if ye don't see the butterflies
Or lotus flowers high in the skies
Yer on yer way to Davey Jones' locker
Bengali Mahal Jadhu bewilders even the hardest rocker
The summer season is all but past
“talk like a pirate day” has come at last
The kirtan leader sang way to fast
That arati was such a sight to see
Leis of roses and petals
They follow their forms to their knees and settle
There while all present
are looking hard to see
Seymour's blue whale beckons
“Let's go” I reckon
so it's along the main street
over the first highway in the midst of a cruiser fleet
at the treacherous triangle the group breaks
quickly! Quickly, gracious sakes
up the beach hill past the bear
bhakta blade's kutir is standing there
the whale smiles when Murkha and I arrive
see how the marine life thrive
circling the spinner's church hear the hymns
as the service begins
through Saint Dagwood's park
got to get through before dark
I leave off at the shop
Murkha goes on still can't stop
Ratha-bhojana-vrksa's call
Folds his palms bows and all
The kalarupa takes him back
To see the bricks are neatly stacked
Ready to take their place in the mandir
Almost complete be of good cheer
Chinese silk red and white
Offered between the day and night
Now they wear it for their rest
Let all who come for mangal arati
be blessed
he appeared as a dwarf Brahmin
asking simply three paces
If Bali Maharaja gave it that was his business
Vamanadeva is surely in control
Next to the altar we were taking darsana
A young girl asked if the thakuras had yellow and red
Time for a Janmasatmi outfit was coming
Maybe Vamanadeva was a brahmacari
And Bali Maharaja is the king of the three worlds
They let the illusion flow
With the color scheme in mind
The pujari spoke while the seamstress listened
She made her plan and the idea was sold
Roses, gerbera daises and little purple orchids
Leis with petals in folds
Murkha and I were spinning quickly
Staying this side of Saint Dagwood's park
The line between summer light and autumn dark
The cruisers and sufferers are the scenery
On their Easy machinery
Curling round the harbor and between the lakes
Some roadies leave murkha and I in their wake
At the windmill I turn back
While Murkha goes toward the sandhya on the attack
Passing the pitch he hears the call of the RBV
under the first highway quickly
to the main street and takes the right
bows to the vrksa and follows the kalarupa with delight
met by the quail
he goes along the trail
Vamanadeva is high stepper
To hear about him brings elevation
His pastime creates a sensation
In the baby blue nightdress
The were dancing before they took rest
After reciting the mantras “good night” is what I'd said
And put them into their beds
Mahaprabhu in mango
Giridhari in purple and yellow
Srimati Gandharvika in beautiful blue
Their traditional colors
Seamstress enlisting assistants
To complete the outfits
Roses, sumanas flowers, sunflowers and dahlias
In the leis that followyas
Contours of the dancing ways
Their bodies sway
Murkha and I sprinting at the speed of mind
Yes it's a day of that kind
Time testing not one moment for resting
Need be very cunning
To get past the fixed gear freaks running
To get back promptly for arati
The limit of pedaling prowess
Bowing to receive
Asurvada from RBV
Chase the kalarupa to sandya in time to pause
To be greeted by an old friend from the land of Auz
Tonight's dress is emerald and deep pink
To miss so much splendor
One might have a good talking to with the creator
For making eyes that blink

This dress was offered one Radhastami
Vests for Mahprabhu and Giridhari
Red and purple skirt for Srimati Gandharvika
The date was Friday the 13th
Knew that had to be the name
Incense smoke billowed from the thakura vadi
Aroma of the leis wafted through the air
Roses, dahlias, sunflowers and lilies
fix your eyes on how they coil round their lotus feet
murkha and I spin along the main street
the dvitiya campa hatti and whalers make it complete
Rickshaw horns, fixed gear freak outfits
Tree hugging dirt worshipers with sharp wit
Between the lakes are the geese
Wings flapping their honking will never cease
At the shop I have to stop
Murkha looks over the first highway from the top
Ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls
Heeding “Gaura Premanandi” murkha drawls
Kalarupa gives chase
While Murkha sets the pace
The sandhya awaits
Cotton tails and quail scurry about the place
It was on a caturdasi in may
Kirtan leaders came to play
Seeing the new nightdress’s style
And how the lion necklaces always raise a smile
Laughing lion by the lightening’s light

As Mahaprabhu walked through Jarikanda
Two parrots flew on to his hand
And spoke of Radha and Krsna
How his strength is sweetness
And he is conquered by pure love
That’s the glory of it’s completeness
Blue, green and mauve
With parrots even enhance the leis
Of petals, tuberoses with iridescent centers
They shine in so many ways
asurvada From ratha-bhojana-vrksa
over the first highway seeing where the whalers are set to fixya
Murkha and I are on the way to Seymour’s museum
Cruisers and fixed gear freaks it’s a pleasure to see ‘em
Back over beach hill weaving and winding
To the corner still climbing
Where I part while murkha goes on
Answering the call of Ratha-bhojana-vrksa folding his palms
Kalarupa chases him to the sandhya
Welcomed by news of one getting the danda
In the ninth Guru Maharaja appeared
To rescue everyone from fear
Giving hope and happiness
of the kind that comes from
blissful dedication

Seamstress needs to lengthen the skirt
Another ruffle for the lotus petals
Put it on the petticoat
She looks like she’s floating in the air
Dark blue for Mahaprahbu
Yellow for Giridharijiu
A short skirt
That’s what Srimati Gandharika
Has today
A short skirt
What more can the name say?
Bougainvillea in the leis
Color of the skirt of which is sung
Over the first highway to the front road
Murkha and I pedal along to the navapatra abode
Friends are quiet on weekends
All out with the gang to contend
Fossil fuel rigger thinks him on top
Figures he can put Murkha and I in the drop
At the tennis park I depart
Murkha pedals with speed off the chart
Kalarupa takes him back
After ratha-bhojana-vrska calls him to attack
The kitchen has traveled on
And the welcomers are gone
Hiranya kasipu is the dress
That they wear for rest
When they’ve finished their daily dance

Look what the thakuras are wearing today
Those favorite colors that have been on holiday
It still seems they’re the pets
The aruna har posse rides again
devotees are so joyful seeing the thakuras smiling
taking care to gather flowers
making leis of roses for your divine love is far above power
Above this treasure is no other
Pedaling out taking a right at the main street
Over the first highway careful not to miss a beat
Around the corner a new way to avoid the triangle, sweet!
Between the lakes the windmill is on the left
Getting through the joggers pedalers must be deft
While on the pitch the players cheer
The ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls out clear
Kalarupa is alongside to the path
Jump the chain the quail wave the way up to the math
Benedictions say no weapons
Not in the air or on the land
Neither day nor night
Still the mission didn’t fail
Because he used his lotus nails
Which names the dress to night
Lets all sing about the stars and yellow roses
The black bumbles around Srimati Gandharvika’s toeses
When the moon up above is dark
It’s light has done disembarked
Tuberose, sunflowers, make leis
that while the thakuras dance sways left to right and gently play
around the southland to the postbox past lion’s park
along the beach seeing the sufferers on the waves
teaching fixed gear freaks to behave
speaking with friends
hearing what they recommend
I take leave but murkha goes under the first highway
Asarvada from the ratha-bhojana-vrksa in the evening ray
a traveling kitchen stands on the trail
to welcome murkha back for the sandhya not to fail
outside the moon is dark
inside the dress is blue
out of a tree a screech owl flew
pujari wait a little while
an English class is coming ridding many mile
the outfit’s cloth is yellow with purple and gold
but let us see how it all came together
devotees you’ll have to wait a while
they say the teacher is still ridding many a mile
teacher we all ask you
tell the pujari to open the curtain
open it so we might see the new outfit
on this Gaura Purnima
now the curtain opens and the devotees they all smile
seeing the cape and mukuts made for Gaura Purnima day
purple of the Easter season and starting fashionably late
teacher says this is our Saint Patrick’s day
so his students will understand
how this celebration is so grand
leis maker bring some rose buds along with some mums
even a few tuberose string them one by one
then let them be enhanced
as the sway as the thakuras dance
from the research park around
to the big street to trace the beach where the sufferers are found
driftwood and geese
watch as Murkha and I feel relief
getting free from local color
I take my leave while Murkha makes an appointment
Then is off to the vaikalika with kalarupa’s accompaniment
With the asurvada of ratha-bhojana-vrksa
Following vaisnava siksa
Deep within the far off jungle
Name of the nightdress,
Is where devotees sometimes go to bungle

I get to wake the Thakuras today
Please accept this service I pray
Catching up this mood each morn
Gurudeva will transform our lives
Not to die but to be reborn
In the land of dedication where service goes on
forever
look and see the Thakuras and how they are dressed
peacock feathers
red silk with blue and white seed beads
forming the eyes of the feathers
smartening up the orchid leis
I can hear the kirtan in nath mandir
Is full of cheer
Sprinting taking asirvada from
Ratha-bhojana-vrksa isn’t rascaldom
Stopping at mahamuni’s post box
Got to be fast got to beat the clock
Coming up behind is a team of mountain men
Seeing all the mud shows where they’ve been
In lion’s park a few are setting up to cook
Something they’ve read from a book
Murkha and I are going up skater’s hill
Through the village, well you know the drill
Along the beach among the sufferers joggers and geese
Weaving between them when they expect it least
At the harbor I say “farewell”
Then Murkha concentrates on the arati bell
there are names for tirthas in Bharatvarsa
radhadesa is where the Ganges disappears from view
in a similar way this dress is called baby blue
OPT dressed them this evening in his own style
Guaranteed to bring them a smile
Letting them take comfortably take rest for a little while
The pujari opened the yoga maya curtain
To reveal the arena of pure consciousness
And Nila, Aruna and Syama LIVE before all of us
Thakuras outfit sparkled
Made with care and attention
Smoothly and effortlessly dressed
Both large and small roses awakened
Tastefully arranged in leis
Winding around their forms
In the last days of summer
Murkha and I see the shadows coming
Even in the late afternoon’s light
Circling the research park
Going toward the asunder mukha
Dropping and weaving through the sufferers and cruisers
In delight of pedaling through the eyeleteer
Near bear at beach hill motel
life’s too long not to pedal
round by the sufferer thakura
and the corner to the cruiser king
I get off at the shop
Leaving Murkha to go on to continue the worship
For which he will never die
His destination changed in the blink of an eye
Following the kalarupa along the trail
Welcomed back by the cotton tails
The emerald and deep pink
Gives pause to think
Or is it red? Seamstress says I’m color blind
Entering marakatamani puri ridding a horse of different color
Sometimes she thinks I’m losing my mind
Of the day when this night dress was presented here
On a Radhastami when some folks spoke like buccaneers
Time for them to take rest it must be quite clear

“make a white and gold dress for my birthday time”
taking his request on our heads our days left will decline
that’s the way out of here
the asrama is in the jungle that gives many flowers for the leis
a silk turban for Sri Giridhari Prabhu
while Mahaprabhu shows his ratna bahu
from all across the universe the calls come
“jaya Gurudeva!” the messages sum
murkha and I pedal speaking to friends to free our hearts
from the country asrama to the town
look at all the people pedaling around
cruisers and teams are out they’ve all got this sunny afternoon
between the lakes are the geese
at the natasala the next show starts soon
at the shop I have to cease
Murkha shoots through the treacherous triangle
Doesn’t want any beasts to tangle
House that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot
Over the first highway sprinting with all he’s got
Hearing what the ratha-bhojana-vrksa said
Chased by the kalarupa he gets out the led
Greeted by the kernel of divine love
Late as it is sandhya gives a friendly shove
When all see this nightdress of Chinese silk
Called the touch that kills
All material desires chill
Allowing higher aspiration
Begin to come to fructification

Giridhari standing by the kund
Showing everyone by the tune
Mahaprabhu’s manifestation get it’s start
In the temple of Srimati Gandharvika’s heart
In purple and Giridhari in yellow
Srimati Gandharvika has a blue sari that is light and mellow
Roses, mums, tube roses orchids make the double leis
Extra special for his birthday
Yellow and purple mukuts for the “boys”
While Gandharika makes blue with pink flowers her choice
Dreaming freely out in the streets
Cruisers tour with the fixed gear freaks
Murkha and I are coming out
Yes that’s live music at the navapatra beyond doubt
Guys on mopeds let Murkha and I in
Near the natasala the foursome meets again
I go to the shop
While Murkha passes the house that aught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot
The marcedo de las pulgas is open
Murkha offers a respectful token
The ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls
To get to the sandhya murkha halls
On the left is a woodpile
Seeing him pass even the kernel of divine love smiles
Deep within the far off jungle
The thakuras are dancing without bungle
Resting with grace and happiness
Peacocks and parrots in jarikanda danced for Mahaprabhu
Sing this with joy it will put divine love in your heart
Most excellent leis with roses, petals and dahlias
This image can tear your mundane desire apart
Ekadasi with Giridhari’s starry cloak
Bringing hope and delight to all the folk
Sprinting around the southland and past Mahamuni’s post box
Through the lion’s park up the campa hatti hill that rocks
Fixed gear freaks from the university customize your rig
Still the sufferers and cruisers don’t care a fig
Between the lakes is a gaggle of geese
At the shop Murkha and I make peace
He goes round the corner to the cruiser king
Through the treacherous triangle to make the sandhya bell ring
Ratha-bhojana-vrksa receives his bow
Next He and kalarupa see a cow
Hiranya kasipu soft and gold
celebrating the lord protecting his own forceful and bold

Came in from Thirteenth Street
Taken from an old backdrop
Seamstress put it on Mahaprabhu’s chest
Made his kirta look the best
He first wore it on a Gaura Purnima
Oldest of all but in a new dress
Just how much we are blessed
To the oldest of but in a new dress
Long mum leis tickle their toes
Chasing out our woes
Srimati Gandharvika and Giridhari combine
So Mahaprabhu is always on our minds
Round about the research park out to the main street
Wharf road leads on along the rodeo creek
Pedalers out to beat the fog
Get back before any smog
Has time to set in
A guitar man’s navapatra show is about to begin
Talking with friends goes on outside
He doesn’t even break stride
One asks direction
In a quite inflection
Murkha and I answer then depart
I to the shop and he to serve the lord of everyone’s heart
Bowing to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa keeping the view
Kalarupa is now following him what’s left to do
Welcomed by the quail
Who congregate on the back trail

Dress Giridhari with a jari mukut in Vrndavana
a jari mukut and orange effulgence
Take a rose and stock lei hang it ‘round his neck
Paint dolphins in far out water sports
And by his mercy witness the limit of cleverness
Hammer to the spaceiest thoroughfare
Laugh and joke with the denizens there
Mix with the cruisers and recreational pedalers
Tour the village sees the suffering revelers
Line all the way along the pavement
treacherous triangle folks watch in amazement
ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls out
bowing in respect the Kalarupa traces the route
welcomed by the private and his wide grin
time for the sandhya to begin
o deer dough is silent
when asked which way Krsna went
Gandharvika Giridhari dance the night away
Enjoying like anything

Look there now what’s that?
Becarful there are Appliqués
falling all over the altar
recollection that lingers in the mind
destroys darkness
prepare now
Take care purify your heart
Apt for vision of “yantra puri” to reside there
With their cintamani leis
Of roses and smiling dahlias
Chasing away all misery
Gecko and murkha are off to speak with friends
Chat going well till batteries die and it ends
Saluting the ratha-bhojana-vrksa once again
Soon overtaken by six fire engines
Murkha and I pull to the side four times
big planes riding in the sky pour fluid on vines
in the village a skaters perform their tricks
as murkha and I make the pedals click
suffers successfully beat the heat
by hanging ten an ancient feat
at the tennis park I make tracks
while murkha begins his trip back
welcomed by OPT
certainly a surprise to see
Prahlad-a-dad is this night’s dress
Enjoying like anything they take rest
Trying to drown all in happiness