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