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