design an outfit all your own
leaving the others alone
red cream with a hint of teal
tailor's idea is going to have to change
more taka and cloth would sweeten the deal
or will seamstress have to change
that is one reason it's been taking so long
vasatra hari ki jaya
in the end it came together in time
with leis of mums and roses it shines
chasing through the dark streets
Pedaling with lights sure isn't a treat
cruisers don't use them
preferring to be like a spirit in the night
murkha and I reckon one day they may be cut down in mid flight
skaters have turned in as inky shadows grow
round by the navapatra the streetlights glow
The big street is dug up so murkha and I go another block
Another hurdle in this game of beat the clock
RBV gives it's call
Murkha begins his sprint from the mall
I take leave to the shop
He meets the kalarupa where rabbits hop
Back for sayana stanam
Speaking of which the lion laughs as lightening strikes
Showing this dress as he likes
Have you seen Gandharvika's beautiful blue sari?
With different mukuts feeling so free
Swirl and dance on the simhasana
Chodders and pleats lifting on the breeze
Pouring nectar into the servants empty cups
Ambrosia from the lives of surrendered souls
Giridhari plays on his flute signaling us
How our service must adjust
Even each blade of grass senses pleasure in their touch
Marigold, rose and petal leis
Following the contours of each and every sway
It's a cold one
Murkha and I layer the fun
Pedaling to the hand symbol beat
No roadie can compete
Zephyr floats murkha and I along the beach
Old school jerseys keep the chill beyond reach
Geese have gone for the season
I take leave for the usual reason
Murkha heeds the RBV's call
Kalarupa brings him back to the center of it all
Prahlad-a-dad the orange panel skirt
Giridhari has a vest over his shirt
Mahaprabhu's sash drifts as they dance
Tomorrow at mangal arati brings all the chance
For this astonishing sight
Now they take their rest for the night
Remember Mahaprabhu's turban
Brilliant as the sun
Now there's a star in your bracelet
Shine through the darkness of kali
Dressed in this pink and silver
Inviting all lost servants to a far away land
Come with your circle of friends
Your pastimes your beauty
Shining through this darkness of kali
Your rose leis and petals mixed in with the stock
You dancer, preacher taster of verses
You superstar
And shine through the darkness of kali
Pedaling through the chill and dark
Out to the lion's park
Skaters turn pirouettes top of the hill
Murkha and I along the beach taste the chill
Taking leave at the natasala even the cruisers
Would rather be snoozers
Through the treacherous triangle
The beasts want to wrangle
But Murkha has heard the call
Gets the strength to skip through it all
At the sandhya ceremony begins
Oh deer dough it's certified cold
Time for extra chodders thick and bold
Retiring from the long day
Needing the chodders to continue to play
Mahaprabhu has come
To search his lost servants and take them home
Take shelter of Gurudeva
Diet olive
Then we will be like those nitya siddhas
Guru Maharaja's appearance ninth day from purnim
Cream and olive green
Leis of purple and yellow mums with a couple of roses between
Manasic pedaling through the twilight and cold
Some of the cruisers and errand runners are bolder
The kohls beat and hand cymbals chime
While Murkha and I pedal in time
This evening it's ratri kalina calling
To get there punctually Murkha is hauling
If ever you need a hand just call out
“Krsna is a brahmacari” don't doubt
even rivers will part
to allow you to cross and service can start
warmer tonight
no extra chodders in sight
they smile as pujari turns out the light
on the bank of the kunda Giridhari plays his flute
knowing all the while kali yuga is about to start
he manifests the form of Mahaprabhu from
the temple of Srimati Gandharvika's heart
wondering if those people can catch his mercy as they should
leis of petals marigolds and roses gave all the chance
to become absorbed in trance
with the cold and darkness still there
manasic pedaling continues for the asrama pair
karatalas and mrdungas lay down the track
for the trip there and back
through the area where breeze carries fragrance
of exotic arati incense
across the field
at the treacherous triangle beasts have to yield
while the RBV calls murkha home
kalarupa gives chase while Murkha ends his roam
deep within the far off jungle under the moon
they dance the night away to Giridhari's flute's tune
taking their rest 'till the morning hours
on the bed scented by aromatic flowers
come home frolicking and rolling
in the pasture with the cows lowing
take shelter of Mahaprabhu your days are numbered
you can start the clock
pink white and silver with crystal drop effulgence
with rose leis frosted up like a wedding cake
how much more can murkha and I take
how long will the sun wait
before all these gloomy give up and break
classical cruisers ethereal fixed gear freaks
go pedaling by
keeping imaginations amazingly high
cumulous clouds are puffully smiling
as kalarupa chases Murkha past the RBV's calling
hiranya kasipu is the nightdress of gold and soft yellow
at ease to relish their evening mellow
two parrots on the way to vrndavan
landed on the hand of Mahaprabhu
spoke of radha and krsna
in such a witty way
marigolds mums and roses intensified leis
magenta green peacock blue
embroidered parrots too
murkha and I enter the highway
in an unexpected way today
from behind a voice says come on in
take shelter from the cold
As the daylight faded I took my leave
Murkha had sprint to keep the light up his sleeve
Kalarupa chases him to the sandhya and beyond
Vijaya greets him latter on
Chinese silk with soft flowers
Red and white shows beauty is above power
They take rest after their dance

Thakuras in silvery black and forest green
Folks present themselves to be seen
Coming to take shelter and feel serene
Coming to the mandir consciousness is clean
Studying the outfit’s leis of mums and roses almost have sheen
Murkha and I go to see udila naksatranam just past the dog
Over the bridge students out for a jog
Now night has set in time for light
At the shop I take leave while murkha takes flight
Crossing the first highway and marcedo de las pulgas
To the navapatra for gandhas
Straight along the big street
First highway goes under one more bridge
RBV calls out beyond rodeo rige
Kalarupa gives chase
Making the sandhya with haste
In the evening “lion on the chase” is the nightdress
Green and purple colors caress
Soon they know thakuras will rest
I was born at stroke of midnight
My brother kept the cats away
Mahaprabhu on the altar
Take his foot dust on my head
Kirtan going outside the window
Gekkonidae on patrol in the dark
Three shades of purple blended well
Roses with gerbera centers give the leis their special spark
Now the end of another day
Deep within the far off jungle nightdress
Now they dance the evening away
Thakuras dressed in silver and gold
Eclipsed full moon has a rabbit to hold
graceful leis of roses told
of beauty in the extreme
pedaling round the manasic block
joining with roadies against the clock
looking back on the cruiser crop
smaranam beauty in the extreme
in good time they’re dressed for rest
hiranya kasipu , it’s Saturday night, as can be guessed
another example of beauty in the extreme
vyasa puja in the presence of Gurudeva
request to make an outfit of white and yellow came
leis of roses, marigolds and mums frame
beauty in the extreme
sprinting out between the drops
challenging fixed gear freaks at hilltops
then I take my leave at the shop
murkha returns to wake beauty in the extreme
“in the ninth” will be red blue and green
come to mangala arati to be seen
by beauty in the extreme

It must be some kind of holy day
Said the pedaler to the priest
Chanting extra kirtana
To help the good things increase
Thakuras wearing all the colors of the rainbow
you’ve got to be here to know
roses, leaves and fun things
leis made from what the farmers bring
over the first thoroughfare
Murkha and I enjoy the crisp autumn air
Dvitiya campa hatti, clank of the aluminum bat
The whalers and hospital curve fixed gear freaks looking phat
Long about the tennis park to the harbor boats are out
Natasala is dark a beast misses the light another gives a shout
I take off at the shop
Murkha sprints along as the street dips and hops
rBV is calling again
kalarupa is chasing him
moonlight shows through branches of the trees
back in time wonders never cease
one side it looks green
from the other there’s an orange sheen
slaying the demon with his lotus nails
center point of adbuta simha’s tale

Cycling through Paramatala at the speed of the mind
When seen by the puckawala who says “I dress way better than you”
Murkha says “ some people got form and some got substance”
P.W. says “ I don’t know what kind of substance you’ve got”
Then we dropped him so bad he could no longer be seen
Murkha Lets the breeze blow the cobwebs out of his brain
Whole rose Leis with a few petals and leaves
With this wonderful vision any one will go home who believes
Puckawallas never drink coffee
So you give them what you can
Haribol jal is the choice
To bridge the gap without going over the edge
Velvet coats for Mahaprabhu and Giridhari
Srimati Gandharvika wears her traditional blue sari
What a mystic mood hedge
Funny flowers of all kinds odds and ends
Leis for the season that has been
Guru krpa allows
meditation on nayanam asru dharaya
spinning to the main street passing the post box
along the beach where the sufferers trash talk
I take leave at tennis park while Murkha sprints over
First highway’s leaf like clover
RBV calls out and murkha follows
While kalarupa chases Murkha remembers Gandharvika’s palo
Sandhya is ready and waiting looking so fine
Knowing that Murkha will arrive in time
Devotees came to the asrama
Back in the foothills
To join in the kirtan
It was Gaura Purnima time
Simha rasi at the birth moment
Simha lagna in the jotish cakra
Flower mukuts with blue and pink clothes
Desire for service grows
Yellow and saffron roses Painstakingly arranged
Make the thakura’s leis
Along with the lot coming from this vision consciousness will raise
Simha rasi at the birth moment
Simha lagna in the jotish cakra
A great personality will appear
Racing the sun murkha and I are sprinting past lion’s park
Mothers and their children out for a lark
By the campa hatti the skaters in their winter gear
Looping the loop flouting the ground in the best of cheer
Along the beach between the lakes
By the harbor and tennis park leaving cruisers in the wake
I take my leave at the shop
But Murkha can’t stop
He’s heard the RBV’s call
And knows it’s time to haul
Kalarupa chases him back
While some Owls shriek
And hand brakes squeak

It sandhya once again
Candan grinding rats
Now are also wearing night watchman’s hats
Know where where Murkha has been
Celebrate the service mode
The Thakura’s have brought him home
Babaji is on a different colored horse
Talking like a pirate
And entering Marakatamani puri
That’s the nightdress’ name of course
Emerald green and hot pink
They’re ready for rest I think

On days to preach
Taste sweeter than the mango
Singing the glories of sankirtan
Nila, syama and aruna LIVE in the arena of pure consciousness
People asking “why am I suffering I want to know”
Devotees tell them how they can smile to set things right
Chanting the name both day and night
Purva samkaras soon take flight
They’ll take us back to where we belong
Where we will be who we really are
Take time for practicing life
seeing Nila syama & aruna LIVE in the arena of pure consciousness
It may not be long
Pink rose leis
Cleaned up and trimmed so fine
Venturing into the dark time
Round the southland where friends meet
Got to be fast ‘cause light will deplete
Ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls out come on home
The kalarupa keeps his eyes on the flag on the dome
And the sandhya is thrilled
While the kirtan gets shrill
Riding on a horse of a different color
Babaji enters Marakata mani puri
Talking like a pirate
The dress put on when the day has become quiet
Like a halo combine with
A bridal train
Srimate Gandharvika shows brightly
Example of divine service
Her representatives are appearing
Searching lost servants one by one
Teaching the principals of freedom
How to find the topmost fun
They see the gerbera daisies
With orchids and marigolds one bye one
Strung into the leis
To the astonishment of all
In search of the friends who talk in cyrus’ space
Weaving through team beam training for a race
Leaving some in the dust
Helped by the wind’s rear gust
Rbv calls out the dark night is here
Kalarupa comes to chase with necessary gear
O deer dough tell me who you’ve seen
Silver and a pale green
Dancing and dancing all night long
Playing and laughing to the flute song
Devotees chanting in the mandir
Presenting themselves for service
For gurudeva’s pleasure
Pearls in their noses
Matching those on their electric green clothes
On Gaura purnima
Truth comes moving like a serpent
Wandering in a zigzag way
Sunny afternoon
Devotees in A kirtan party
Ankle bells and karatalas chime in time
Thakuras leis of stephanotis and roses
Fitting to a tee
Under the first highway on the way to the beach
Murkha and I see a team of cruisers and drop each
Between the lakes where the geese honk
Passing the bar to avoid the bonk
The natasala has a line round the corner in a weave
People wave as I take my leave
Murkha bows to the king
Before making the treacherous triangle’s bell ring
The RBV calls him back
Putting he and the kalarupa on the attack
Dressing the thakuras for rest tonight
In orange and purple what a sight
“Krsna is a brahamacari you’ve got to believe me”
we saw him in orange with out own eyes
so the yamuna parted letting the devotees cross
thakuras dressed in an outfit of mirrors
shinning prema into the hearts of all who came
now they’re searching for that love They gave free
leis of roses Stephanotis leaves and stems
moving with each dance’s whims
along the main street to the big street over past the lumber yard
trader is waiting there on guard
from there to the cruiser’s hang out
the sufferers on the waves shout
to between the lakes where driftwood fires
are starting to climb higher
I take my leave at the tennis park
Murkha goes on while a dog barks
At the dvitiya camapa hatti he goes over again
Hearing the RBV calling to him
The kalarupa is earlier now
Vijaya is greets him to renew the sandhya vow
Chilly evenings under the stars
Dancing to the kirtan’s last bars
Effulgence like sunburst blue boarders
Mukuts with flowers from an ancient verse
Makes up “I’m a sumanas child”
Dainty pink rose leis
Sparkle in their divine play
Research park and treacherous triangles
Are on the way today while the beasts are in a tangle
Crossing over Saint Dagwood’s river
I place a special arrow in the quiver
Round the corner to the cruiser king
I go left and murkha goes right as the bell rings
He hears the call of the rbv
It time for sandhya just see
The kalarupa follows along
When he gets there they start the song
Red and creamy silk with tiny flowers
Showing how much beauty reigns above power
It’s the touch that kills
And the devotees thrill

When you realize Mackanlal has you hypnotized
Sue 'nila vansan has captured eyes
Dropping acorns from a tree trying to wake me
Mango, yellow and beautifully blue quick come see
Knowing the full rose and pompom leis
As fine jewelry catching and reflecting sun's rays
Orange panel skirt vest and sash for the rescue day of the lad
Yeah it's pralad a dad
On this pink and silver day we realize
It's mahaprabhu who is the superstar purifying our eyes
Walking up to the altar we see the rose and baby's breath leis
coming in contact with the thakura's bodies colors are set a blaze
the topmost devotees are searching for his love
asking even the does if they've received grace from the lord above
o deer dough
where is Giridhari, can you tell us? Do you know?
Guru Maharaja spoke high truth concise
Die to live was his advice
In a word game t and o took sides
Giving this dress the name diet olive
Then in the evening with a slower pace
Came green and purple lion on the chase
Nrsimha caturdasi nightdress
Remembering this brings life's success
Gaura purnima caused an increase in pulse rate
Cause one asked the arati be late
Coach said this is our Saint Patrick's day
Easter's purple with yellow with rose, sunflower and tube rose leis
Saint Patrick easter comes fashionably late
White red and olive come together for the thakuras to sleep
After dancing in the jungle far off and deep
A grape skirt but it's a bit short
An extra ruffle covers the base where the lotus flower sports
Beginning of the orchids and stephanotis leis
From the dvipas for a weekend stay
Coming up from the treacherous triangle past the mall
Murkha and I are hammering hard
Then he hears the rbv's call
and I take leave it's the changing of the guard
taking rest with the hiranya kasipu nightdress
yellow and gold with pink lotus belt for a leprechaun to bless
thakura's outfit came in a bag marked “pills”
with stars, hearts and thrills
red, teal and flowers frills
couldn't wait to see
vyasa puja was the first time it was seen
later hari nama on halloween
karatalas chimed and devotees gleamed
pictures for all to see
mukuts and ruffles beaded to the extreme
more leis of stephanotis, campak, tube rose and rose
giving joy to every nose
coming from Hawaii
hammering on dui cakra ratha
I laugh as Murkha slips into sloth
Fixed gear freaks are pedaling
By the sea
The festival now has passed
Thakuras take rest at last
In “the touch that kills” they get dressed fast
Ready and waiting for mangal arati`
In the mid day kirtan
Watching the young kids dance
One comes to ask about
The thakura's wardrobe expanse
Then he asks me if they have one yellow and red
Seamstress brought it together so fast
A week and a half
the stephanotis and orchid leis still last
over the first highway past the dvitya campa hatti
in the valley all the high school students act so haughty
while the whalers attend the finest detail
next to the shop people on the test trail
round the corner is the cruiser king
sneaking through the treacherous triangle bells ring
lot is full at the house that taught choc-o-lot
to talk-a-lot
at the Mercado de las pulgas
the merchants celebrate mass
circling the research park
RBV calls out it's getting dark
Kalarupa joins in the chase
All the way to asrama base
It's a world a names
With the tirthas included
They call east Bengal radhadesa
This one is blue
When the brocade curtain opened
For everyone to see Giridhari in his cloak
Stars of the supreme magician we're all under his hoax
sight of peacocks on Gandharvika's skirt everyone has hope
marigold, rose & stephanotis leis may their glory always be spoken
pedaling through the manasic recesses
where every hoot, hill and holler are crowned as successes
orange panel skirt of Prahlad-a-dad
first of it's kind they've had
the pink and green combination once seemed favorite
for some time took a back seat for more elaborate
plain to see with this gem
the aruna har posse rides again
accented by gerbera daisies smiling
in leis and Gandharvika's bouquet
lotus nails looks green
or is that an orange sheen?
Either way you look at it they dance through the night
Allowing everyone's spirits to take flight
Pujari closed the curtain didn't take a detective to guess
The thakuras would be bathed and dressed
Guru Maharaja's teachings protect us well
Giving us the benefit of darsana of “follow the angels”
A dress that's green and yellow
Trimmed by the leis
Of roses and daisies
Who could resist attraction to their serving mellow?
“It's a miracle mom” dress of both deep purple and purple pink
they enjoy all the night dancing in sync
bumblebees floating on Srimati Gandharvika's veil
they buzz of the dark moon's tale
rose and daisy leis once more
make the devas swoon all thirty-three cror
as this dark moon night pastimes awakened
thakuras went off in “deep within the far off jungle” to play
getting ready for tomorrow
In the month of Damodara
Ghee on the stove cooking
Golden foam top of crystal clear looking
Through to the bottom of the pot
Along with rust and avocado dots
Wispy chodders and veil drifting on the breeze
Leis of stephanotis and roses
Gently swaying with their forms as they pose
Pedaling along as seen through Murkha's eye
Some say it's madness but in the rain he stays dry
Between the cruiser king and the rbv
Some several species of pedalers are there to see
As if floating on a cumulo-stratus cloud high
Coming to rest
Steady stream of tears from his golden eyes
Moistened his clothes brilliant as the sun
Join in his worship
Offering leis of roses and thick stephanotis that flip
Round and round minus a top piece Gandharvika's looks undone
Murkha and I pedal through moments of reflection
Of the dark and chilly winter time
With classical accompaniment giving the direction
Back to where the sandhya bells chime
In time to dress the thakuras in “in the ninth” nightdress
Red and purple with a little green
Especially for the mangal arati scene
There was white glue on the red cloth
That had to be washed off
And some seed beads making peacock feathers
Defeating the finest English leather
As if forming a sikhipicca camara
To be used in their service by cowherd Visalaksa
Leis coming in late
First more stephanotis ending with sumanas
To climb the step ladder before madyana kalia
On this day the way out is also the way in
Hammering through manasic folds once again
No matter what leading to contentment
As the ratha-bhojana-vrksa shows the way to commitment
tonight the deep blue laughing lion trimmed with yellow flowers
the dress they choose for their resting hours