Thursday, October 21, 2010





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

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