Many luxuriant outfits surround you
Artifacts of worldwide wealth
Shown by the Tailor as proof of his ability
Compared to your plan of simple elegance
Which you notice he’s ignored
Leaving the seamstress to correct the whole mess
Gerberas, marigolds, roses and leaves
Leis to steal everyone’s mind I believe
Wolfing down an energy bar
Hammering down the road
going to enter the information thoroughfare
but the southland says no
navapatra must be the place to go
autumn is here that means end of the sunshine
now the nights will be longer
so murkha and I are hoping for stronger
moon light
Cause the fixed gear freaks are mellow there
Seasons changing brings no despair
Cruiser king watches from his chair
catching glimpse of a shooting star at the RBV
Bowing his head Murkha sprints to the sandhya with me
look forward to a break in the rain
OPT is here dressing them in the laughing lion
A deep blue almost like cyan
Displayed by the lightening yellow boarder
Chodder and cummerbund
The flowers make it even more fun
They dance all night long

Meanwhile back in 1981
This peacock swooned at a sight as brilliant as the sun
Yesterday is over with this light the new one has begun
Plans for a vyasa puja outfit are being done
Teal and fuchsia celebrate this most blessed event for humanity
When he’ll take us along with many generations
Beyond our wildest expectations
To that life we really want to see
Seeing the leis of gerberas and pompoms with a marigold or two
Following the dancing mood
While Murkha and I take off from the asrama
Bow to the thakuras hope not to be gone to long
Dandavats to everyone
Crossing the main street
Spinning with other roadies
Remembering how the Thakuras are dressed today
Crossing the first highway
the whalers are ahead
blend with the pace line on the run
as the shop comes up on the right
I take leave while Murkha rounds the corner to take flight
Ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls out warning of the setting sun
Murkha bows his head and the kalarupa knows the time has come
Purple and green “a lion on the chase”
Mahaprabhu in ecstatic mood took the mace
Benefiting those who saw
Him pursue the atheists one and all
There’s an effulgence over their heads
Crystals dangling round their shoulders
Leis of a collection of roses, sunflowers and lilies
some roses for the arati tray
their gentle smiles reaching
right out to us all
pink and white with homemade mukuts
combine together devotees say it looks like a wedding cake
with the rain trying to inflict a brake
Murkha and I pedal along on the chord of a sitar
bouncing over the keys
Spinning the cacophony into a harmonious
Chorale through the afternoon
To the vaikalika time
And greeted by the kernel
Murkha wakes them again
Deep in the far off jungle the thakuras
Dance between the drops
Softly giggle and laugh
Till it’s time for the magala arati
And the day begins
This silk was painted day glow
The chodders, veils and sashes overflow
with lotus flowers Ganga water
and dragonflies
guaranteed to turn your frowns
upside down
Logician may say the world is in the mind
So we shan’t waste our time
in asat things
The leis are topmost flaming like exquisite jewelry
Petals and roses artistically coalesce
Spinning down the line
Between the raindrops in time
Murkha and I are on the run
All the fixed gear freaks are cumulous
Pedaling through the land over the first highway
Cruiser king is there too with his court looking for sunrays
Even here the ratha-bhojana-vrksa gets a call out
Murkha hears the shout
And connects with the kalarupa on the chase
To the transcendental place
With the manasa pedaling behind them
Soft gold and yellow is a gem
They go on enjoying like anything
They dance and they sing
How much joy can they bring
Parrots have tendency to hide in clothes
Blending with the colors
Not manifest To any and everyone
Camouflaged like a chameleon
Srimati Gandharvika and Mahaprabhu’s
Hide in the blue
Giridhari is in yellow but they hide in his chodder too
Gerberas, pompoms, petals and marigolds in leis
Capturing anyone who catches their gaze
Pedaling through sails
Impressed in the manasa trails
under and between the trees
swirling in the breeze
still call of the RBV
brings Murkha and kalarupa to meet
back for the sandhya is a daily feat
and in the ninth the moon wanes
red blue and green combination never the same
as always they reduce all of our pain

In the arena of pure consciousness
The devotees do the “swami two step” dance
Appearing live Nila, ARuna and syama put them into trance
As you notice the glistening rose leis
They raise the wonder are they real or cintamani
Blue, pink and black
Their divine play
Guaranteed to make you laugh
As fast as possible spinning to the southland
Murkha and I are looking to give friends a hand
Now the lion’s park is vacant not a person around
But at the top of the hill skaters abound
From the pitch to the tennis club
So many beasts the pedalers feel the rub
At the cruiser king’s I have to go to work
At the treacherous triangle a pace line is following Murkha
Look and see the RBV is calling out his name
Folding his palms as he passes the kalarupa enters the game
The sandhya is at the end of the trail
Where he’s met by a committee of quail
Avast me hardees it’s a different color horse
That means it’s Tuesday night of course
Emerald and pink a nightdress
To relieve the stress
Mangal arati is coming soon
Also one-day closer to full moon
Asking ourselves
What the Deities are wearing today
Orange and brown
With flowers sewn all around
A sight to be savored
Seeing the leis of roses and leaves
Together with such care and attention
Spinning along
will murkha be on time for the sandhya
As he and I keep the pitch on the right
Counting the minutes
As the cruisers with their boards
Are stopping to suffer
Heading to the shore with the tide coming in
Murkha and I hammer past the geese and grin
Yes it’s all part of what makes the difference
Between the puckawalla and our gang
At the natasala I go to the shop to close
murkha passes the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot
with a half an hour on the nose
to make it back he’ll have to speed past a trot
the kalarupa helps by chasing him
by the rath-bhojana-vrksa with the light getting dim
this dress is orange depending on the angle it’s seen
cause from another its green
Nrsimhadeva uses lotus nails for steppin’
against Hiranya Kasipu they become a weapon
in this dress they dance all night

Have you seen
The new pink and green
With the effulgence over head
They sit upon their simhasana
With sequins and flowers embroidered in the pleats
Serving nectar from a golden plate
The taste for their service
Her green eyes pierce the thick covering over our heart
The rose leis give all cause to dance and join in hari nama kirtan
murkha and I had desire to see the udila naksatranam
So it’s over the first highway and up to the whalers
at a pace that make the cruisers pale
Through the park and take the left
watching the show of those bereft
After the sighting
turning round retracing it’s time for the lighting
reaching the shop
it’s time for me to hop off
The RBV calls out to Murkha he bows his head
meets the kalarupa they come to a rat surprised it’s not dead
Lions wait at the asrama gate
sweat on his brow from return’s quick rate
Hiranya kasipu may feel a little Ill
but at mangal arati devotees
thrill at the sight of “the touch that kills”
now the moon has moved into the phase
of the Ekadasi day
So the Thkauras wear all the colors of the rainbow
While the devotees celebrate the whole day through
Gandharvika’s orange with red and blue
It’s fuchsia, blue and orange for Mahaprabhu
Leis of odd mismatched flowers
Still when offered the Thakuras give them beauty above power
To capture the minds of all beings
Whose minds will change just by seeing
Their wonderful forms
Sprinting out from the eucalyptus trees
Past the mahamuni post box
Seeing the skaters I shout out “you guys rocks”
Through the village and up the hill along the beach
Between the lakes to the delight of the geese
At the tennis park
I depart putting on lights with the approach of the dark
Murkha bows to the RBV
Kalarupa is there to see
Together they make the sandhya where Vijaya
Offers welcome the ceremony starts in the blink of his eye
Bhakta Blade feels joy when
Giridhari accepts his mukut without a pujari pin
In The bengaleast dress heavenly cloud
Giridhari wears white so he’ll be seen in the crowd
When Bhakta Blade returns to wake him and turn on the light
Letting all the devotees spirits take flight

White silk satin
Mellow yellow gold
Use these colors Jagat Guru told
On my birthday for the Thakura’s outfit
Rhinestone mukuts
Giridhari has a silk turban
Seamstress added these along with Giridhari’s cape
Time to sing
Of his spotless character
Calls come in from all across the universe
Rivers of amrita
Flow into our hearts
Every time the rays get caught in the mukuts
And break in a thousand pieces cleansing our eyes
Of material dust
Leis of petals and roses
Shinning as their fragrance attracts noses
To come from all across the universe
And bow before jagat guru
Then the thakura’s lotus feet
Hammering under the first highway the road gets ruff
The wheels kicking up bits of dirt, sand and stuff
The roadies decide to cut this out of training
Along with the beasts It’s too draining
Sufferers feel the chill with fog rolling in
Murkha and I spin along the beach to meet the geese again
Round the harbor the boats re out
Dropping the cruiser king he shouts
“I’ll come for you in the treacherous triangle
leave you to tangle
with the fixed gear freaks”
accepting the challenge murkha and I sprint
all the way to the southland ‘till the king’s energy is spent
then Murkha is called to see
and bow before RBV
kalarupa takes him to the sandhya celebration
of Maha Mantra’s vibration
called in by the kernel of divine love
with his voice from above
back to the soft gold and yellow
for taking rest It’s made mellow
like a lioness with her cubs
laying the Thakuras in their beds he gives their legs a rub
take their fatigue away
to see them again on Sunday

Guru and gauranga have been watching
The lost servants every step of the way
They've been with us all along the line
Take their shelter
And your days are numbered
So are mine
For her service Srimati Gandharvika
Is always on Time
So good you can set your watch upon
One might say, “She'll be there with bells on”
Light and fluffy leis
Always on this maker's day
Shinning and reflecting like jewelry
Made carefully with devotion everyone sees
Murkha and I speak with friends
Mahamuni among them Round the southland again
An ebiker who has lost his charge the weight is enormous
Then come upon the lion's park and an impromptu performance
Skaters have gone away due to construction
Murkha and I continue looking at the production
Round the beach where the sufferers are feeling cold
At the navapatra I notice it's time to go home
Murkha keeps the pitch on his left seeing the game
Under the first highway he hears RBV call his name
Bowing at the root the kalarupa can't surpass
Murkha on his way to the special class
It's a miracle mom a purple nightdress
So soft and simple it's like a caress
All at mangal arati will feel themselves blessed
The bhagavat says that he's a dancer
Learning to believe it is our business
Might never know that he was in control
Next to his ear there's a blue flower
One saw him under an asoaka tree
But he slipped away in the blink of an eye
But that vision captured his heart
No doubt he's a smooth dancing actor
Charming all with his flute song
Adjusting ourselves to how the illusion rolls
Heavy rose leis so light they could float on baby's breath
With an apple in a tucker bag
Murkha and I slid into the research park while friends listened
Over the first highway with the whalers singing
nearest thing to hari nama this side of treacherous triangle
which keeps the fixed gear freaks from the cruiser king
I go to the shop while Murkha hears RBV's call
He folds his palms with a drawl
Kalarupa knows to make it they'll have to hall
Deep within the so called jungle
The thakurs are dancing all night long

Seamstress took some silken cloth and made a janmastami outfit
Orange, deep blue appliqué on the swinging dancing chodder
Don’t it always amaze how the seamstress’
Cleverness never reaches a limit
Taking the cloth and making a new outfit
Taking beads and jewels arranging with freedom
Anticipating when the curtain will open so everyone can see ‘em
One day sitting with his friends
Giridhari told of his fun
last night with everyone
And drew some dolphins water sports
Leis of leaves, roses and sumanas flowers of sorts
Don’t it always amaze how the seamtress’
Cleverness never reaches a limit
Taking all varieties of cloth to make a new outfit
Murkha and I are on the run
Little time to get the errands done
First there’s always the talk with friends
Then navapatra has the parama anna fixins
On the pitch kids are learning
Coming to the corner Murkha and I are turning
To go under the first highway following a pair
Of single speed freaks coming to the campa hatti there
The RBV calls out for calm
And Murkha answers with folded palms
The kalarupa shows the way to sandhya
But Murkha gets there first what a wonder
Vijaya welcomes him
And the ceremony begins
The thakuras then get into their nightdress
“O deer dough have you seen Krsna?” nice and pressed
enjoying all night long
aligning themselves with the flute’s song

Guessing distinctly
How many pieces in
Srimati Gandharvika’s skirt today
Then at mangal arati
How many Tiny flowers in her hair?
Guru and Gauranga are our saviors
They plant the seed in our heart
Of krsna bhakti
Conjecturing out loud
Will it be hot today?
As OPT Bhakta Blade dresses the thakuras
I’m seeing the sash
Around the waist of Mahaprabhu
I see his painted lei
On his chest
And I shake my head
Real leis of roses and leaves
and it’s only the service connection
that makes us who we are
hammering to the thoroughfare of space
taking with friends trying to pull me from the race
an electric bent pedaler goes by
with a wind sock on the fly
asks himself “What’s the deal?”
“Murkha and friend are still on my wheel”
he turns at the pitch to stay out of reach
while Murkha and I go on to the beach
the fog rolls in on it’s famous cat feet
Between the lakes the geese chase Murkha and me
the Natasala is quiet before the next show
I get off at the shop but Murkha has to go
Through the treacherous triangle
Over the first highway and that whole wrangle
It’s drive time traffic tangled in knots
Bowing to the RBV thankful he didn’t get caught
The kalarupa harks back to Looney juney
And at the end of the trail he’s greeted by Mahamuni
For their dancing tonight
Pralhad-a-dad suits them right
They’ll be swirling and laughing under the waxing moon’s light

With the janmastami day
and an outfit waitng to come
The words of young devotee
rattling round my head
In shade of mango yellow and red
Mahaprabhu he took the mango
Fusing the yellow and red
Srimati Gandharvika's choli and pleats
took most of the red paisleies swirling 'round to make the scene
complete seamstress thought sounded funny but still collected some money
and stiched it together with plenty of
Love
She arranged necklaces, bracelets and even anklebells that ring.
Leis of gerbears and roses
With a Lilly in the center to tickle Krsna's toes
Murkha and I are spinning on a mission speaking with friends in
pictorial transmission
Crossing over the first highway left at the hospital curve
In the background the whalers are detailing and fading while murkha
and I swerve
Tennis park is on the left between the lakes is beyond
Pedalers putting lights for the dark autumn age has begun
Sufferers are coming out of their wetsuits stowing the boards to go home
I also take leave while Murkha keeps the pitch to his right and stars
above form a dome
Bowing his head to the RBV
Murkha calls out to kalarupa
" the sandhya is passing, just see!"
In Murha's light a deer's eyes shine green
And the kernel of divine love asks
"Where you bean?"
OPT Bhakta Blade helps them into the deep blue and yellow, necklaces
of laughing lions along with a swan
It's time for rest and even the thakuras have started to yawn

It was midnight when Guru Maharaja was born
An array of purple as the approaching mourn
Came as a donation
Seamstress designed the combination
Leis of odds and ends
Roses marigolds and dahlias from a friend
Murkha and I spinning come upon
The first highway and cross over
In the lion’s park everyone has a Frisbee and a rover
At the natasala I take leave toward the mall
Murkha sees he has to haul
Bowing to the RBV
Pulls the kalarupa to wake the Deities
Greeted by a rare spotted dear
And when the sandhya is clear
The Thakuras they take rest
Deep within the far off jungle is tonight’s dress
They dance and sing
Trying to bring
A smile to the faces of those with love unfurled
Spreading joy to the entire world
Ini Meany miney moe
hold a rabbit like you’ll not let it go
on p-u-r-n-i-m-a
Bengalis call the moon this way
Combine Ganga and yamuna
Mahaprabhu appeared on an eclipse lunar
This dress offered that day
Has petals and roses for the leis
Drowning humdrum attraction in a rapturous pool
They look like a fine jewel
Spinning to the main street
Merging into a cruiser fleet
Murkha and I weave between them
Atop campa hatti hill the skaters are acting on a whim
Along the beach the sufferers are pounding
Into the shore Murkha and I are rounding
Geese honk between the lakes
And when the fixed gear freaks let go half the sidewalk shakes
The crowd at the natasala winds all the way to the blue moon
I have to take leave very soon
Murkha sprints over the first highway heeding the call of the rBV
Past the on ramp to the thoroughfare
Making the left he catches big air
Bowing to the RBV
Kalarupa says “don’t forget me’
Welcomed by the kernel to the sandhya ritual
Participation is habitual
Gold and soft bed are for their rest
A single strand hangs on Srimati Gandharvika’s chest
Dancing and dancing they enjoy like anything
In the kali yuga like the full moon
Giridhari plays his flute by the Kunda
And his lei has petals of cintamani
That reflects into our eyes moods
Of dedication and devotion
In dream he rolled on the ground
So Srimati Gandharivka covered him all round
Thus Mahaprabhu sprang from the mandir in her heart
Leis of roses, marigolds with a gerbera state of the art
From the asrama to the access road of spacey highway
Checking in with the friends hearing what they say
Mahamuni’s post box is on the left
Murkha and I spin through the cruisers who pedal heft
In the village where the tourists go
Think they’re watching but it’s they who are the show
I take my leave at the tennis park
Murkha must return before the dark
That’s the sandhya time
Welcomed by a singher from behind
In the ninth srila Guru Maharaja appeared
Searching the lost servants free them from fear
Teaching practice for the higher plane
To eliminate the mundane
Dancing under the moonlight
Till mangal arati brings them to our sight

The Deities didn’t really come from the east
But on Curudeva’s call descended from the spiritual sky
And the devotees made the yajna and a sacred vow
Their service they should try
They sewed and beaded
And cooked for them
Put leis around their necks
And the thkuras favorite colors
Appeared to be pink and green starting a trend
All the cloth for a long time was of a similar hue
Till it had all been sewn
New shades came and were made
To the wonderment of all
There were blues, reds, yellows, and purple
Till each day had it’s own shade
Then this once came
And the aruna har posse rides again
Quickly to the southland to make the show with friends
Over the first highway to where the the hospital curve ends
The tennis park is on the left the harbor on the right
Natasala at the corner where I break to work some more
Murkha sees the clock and knows the score
The house that taught choc-0-lot to talk-a-lot
Is what all have sought
The dvitya campa hatti is on the right
Leis makers haggle with the boss so can start tonight
RBV waiting quiet and calm
For murkha to pass folding his palms
The kalarupa shows the way
And a wild cat has his say
The lotus nails aren’t a weapon
That would disturb Brahma’s benediction
They take their rest
Happily as by now you’ve guessed
This one is of forest green so dark
Seamstress trimmed it well with black
Silvery pleats in the chodder and skirt
A touch so elegant makes commonplace hurt
Arrows that pierce the heart within
Darsana cause their head to spin
Leis of roses large and small
So light they add no weight while thakuras dance and have a ball
Murkha and I are bound for the coast
Pedaling around the pitch
Crossing the tracks to the side of the rich
There was strong effort
to get to the arati on time
pushing up ahead there are cruisers in the pedaler’s lane
and fixed gear freaks at the tennis park
still Murkha and I with our plain rigs
are the stronger ones at last
As the pujari blows the sandhya sank
And the thakuras take their amavasya rest
Shown By the lightning’s light

On the night of a full moon/lunar eclipse
People were bating in the ganges
Hari dasa thakura and Advaita acarya
Were dancing and chanting but no one knew why
And an astrologer said happily
This it was really true
There were lions in the zodiac and the birth time too
Of Nimai, Mahaprabhu
Meanwhile by the bathing ghaT
All kinds of rituals were being done
Thousands of devotees were giving charity
To the demigods and Brahmins as if one
And perhaps they didn’t know it was
Mahaprabhu who’d come making gloominess scat
The lady who came to make the leis
With petals and roses
Which delights their noses
Sweet aroma the whole day
Spinning to the spacey thoroughfare
Checking to see who was there
Three and thirty messages
were hanging in the air
Saw bhakta blade chanting his rounds
In his orange and black
Team baseball cap
On the way to the sandhya
Bowing to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa
The kalarupa came along behind
Reminding him to take a picture
Then it came time for OPT
To help them into their pink and emerald green
Nightdress ”talking like a pirate”
But could put the mukut on Giridhari
So left it up to me

One thought that Krsna's cape
Might be a bit to kingly
A well-reasoned inquiry
Then placed before the preceptor
Found it quite in line
And the colors of Srimati Gandharvika's skirt
Blind your eyes with dancing peacocks
Hiding in the ruffles in between
The sight of Mahaprabhu
In his orange pants
Giving even most fallen a chance
Sparkling sons of nectar enticing lost servants
To taste the highest rasa
See Giridhari's three fold bending body
Dancing through the flowers
And his footprints make you wonder
hoW many stars are on his cloak
then you focus on the gerbera daisies
showing their faces to the world from the leis
hoping they will take their asana in the core of your heart
murkha and I pedal laughing through the village
but the sufferers on their boards don't understand
The mirth is coming from the heart's true land
A lawn mower powered moped putt putts along
Still mukrha, some several roadies and I are following strong
The roadies also sail past while I must call it a day
on the other hand Murkha still must play
bowing at the RBV Kalarupa helps him on his way
the Chinese silk
of red and creamy white
the nightdress called the touch that kills
today's dress is called sikhipicca camara
red with white seed bead peacock feathers
you pray they won't let you leave them
once you've taken the dust of their lotus feet
leis of roses, wild flowers
and lilies that gaze the stars
blue and green in the trim
the peacocks aren't far off again
pedaling and pedaling makes
Murkha and I feel better
The glue that keeps life together
Over the first highway seeing private maharaja
Joining him in the holy samaja
Cruisers congregate by the beach
Where murkha and I pass just out of reach
The windmill has a new caretaker
Promising things will be greater
I go on back to my abode at last
Murkha turns toward mercado las pulgas
Ratha-bhojana-vrksa's call calms
Him and he folds his palms
The kalarupa sets the pace
By the time they've gotten to the sandhya murkha has won the race
This night's dress has a heavenly hue
In other words it's baby blue
Color of an Indian mandir
Far away yet very near
As they begin their night pastimes
From Across a field comes a chime

Look close now
You'll see them they're hiding
In the sari and all around
Parrots as mystical as those seen by Mahaprabhu
On his way through
Jarikandha forest ground
Look higher now
To see the effulgence like a flower sunburst
Quenching our eyes thirst
For unparalleled splendor
Check out the leis today
Mums roses and bougainvilleas
Pray for the name to wind himself so tight
In our ears he'll never take flight
To the southland to speak with the friends there
Heat melting everything in it's hot dry air
But down by the ocean it's a different world
Cool off watching sufferers in the curl
Between the lakes
The geese honk for goodness sakes
The natasala is waiting for the seventh
Right now a cool breeze would seem like heaven
I have to stop before I melt
Murkha hears the call of RBV and so must play the hand he's dealt
Folding his palms murkha prays
To srila gurudeva
That he makes it all the way
To the vaikalika maze
Welcomed by the private muni
Whose ready to light out yeah, he's a little loony
OPT is the hand on deck
To dress them in Prahlad-a-dad
And stell alles veck
The evening brings an anticipated fresh moonlight
So they can be comfortable to dance through the night
Well I'm looking through the eyes of a great society
When a muni with a filigree uttariya
Tied in a laxmi grantha
Smiles and hands me a card with
Garuda's pressed words
And to whom could I speak
And who would believe
I just came out from the altar
On my way to get the leis
Maker knows how wonderful sumanas flowers
Are so hides gardenias in the center
Along the mint leaves they have a pleasing aroma
And the puckawalla shakes his head
Says that's the difference 'tween
Us and him
Murkha and I are pedaling through the harbor
on dui cakra ratha pracar
Puckawalla sees this fun
And asks “ who changed your focus?”
Answer “some folks like to play scales forever and a day”
And he says “you should come back to that kind of class”
As Murkha and I giggle a bit
Picked up the yak tail fan
And wiped the cobwebs from each other's minds
That's just how it goes when your best friends
Born of the same soil
See only small differences as mountains
I take myself off to the shop
And Murkha follows the RBV
Call but kalarupa won't catch him It's plain to see
A large deer says “Gaura Premanandi”
As he opens the sandhya's gate
O deer dough have you seen Krsna?
But he can only say “he is available in this direction
Where the thakuras enjoy like anything all night long”
Torchlight of knowledge zigzags through maya's haze
The captain waits at the shore
It was Gaura Purnima when this electric green
Was first to be seen
Siva, sukha, narada all appeared to view
As today so many other friends are here
Seeing the thakuras and their leis of roses and sunflowers too
Hypnotized by captain zigzag's electric serpentine line of truth
Sprinting along the main street over the first highway
The clank of the aluminum bat where the knights play
Through the treacherous triangle quick as pedalers could
Passing a gathering in Saint Dagwood's
udila naksatranam may query and prod
in the end finds Murkha not so odd
up the beach hill circling the spinner's church
the sufferer thakura has a fresh leis on his perch
on the railroad bridge looking where ramps used to been
though now there are no mountain men
rounding the corner by the cruiser king
I take leave with Murkha in full swing
The RBV is waiting to see
The palms folded saying “genuflection unto thee”
The kalarupa appears to chase
Murkha back to the sandhya place
Greeted by the quail
Who fly and run from the trail
Krsna is a brahmacari, tonight's dress
Enoying their pastimes like anything they take their rest
Mahaprabhu has come looking for his lost servants
A combination of Giridhari (yellow) Srimati Gandharvika (Blue)
Dressing himself in green today
With roses but Giridhari is hiding the orchids in his lei
Hammering past RBV a pace line
Dusted murkha and I so bad it should have been a crime
Nothing to do but keep up our own pace
for soon they would vanish without a trace
dogs and Frisbees in Lion's park
playing 'till well after dark
skaters on the campa hatti hill
extreme stunts 'till one takes a spill
murkha and I watch the sufferers at the beach
seals on their rock stay just beyond reach
at the shop I return to work
while it's through the treacherous triangle for Murkha
call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa keeps him alive
bowing there Kalarupa gives chase clear to the drive
the kernel of divine love welcomes him back
and says the sandhya will cut him some slack
deep within the far off jungle
where folks often bungle
the thakuras dance and play
right on till the break of day
searching for inner peace
sweet smelling flowers
in the cow pastures of vraja
massaging Giridhari's lotus feet
learning from Gurudeva
one day perhaps we'll get it right
stay strong enough
not give in and lose the fight
he's come to take us back home
to see Guru Gauranga Gandharvika Giridhari
with sunburst effulgence
yellow and blue exploding
leis so onederful they're twoderful even threederful
J.O.D. tells hrh “but he's a living sumanas child”
Rapidly go rapidly in pedaling flight
Murkha and I looking for gandha
With grace over head just might
Find it in the way of life
Panhandler outside playing a fife
A tune of opinionated strife
RBV calls and kalarupa gives chase
When Murkha shows his face
I sprint to the shop where the clock
Says it's time to close
The sandhya greets murkha with cecil Brunner
At the sayana rises a waning moon
Hiranya kasipu Soft gold and yellow
They take their rest quiet and mellow