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