“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