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