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