Seamstress Offered this purple and silver outfit for Janmastami I called it “the chipmunks” ‘cause of Gandharvika’s hoop skirt
bright light from astotara-sata dipa almost caught the temple on fire while the aroma of incense was everywhere
sri Guru-gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari with flowers and peacock feathers in their hair but ‘cause of their mukuts couldn’t tell the artistic decorations were there.
Devotees brought the Deities lots of offerings from California, Australia, and maybe even some where else
The festival’s complete when the midnight ceremony of the bells along with the kirtan of Vaikuntha angles said Janmastami ki jaya!
Narcissus leis keep coming how wonderful it is to have an ocean of fragrant flowers to offer to the lord
Along to the highway for more talks with those who have remembered a janmadina around the southland to the lion’s park and campa hatti under the first highway to the village the rain was coming and going so Murkha and I had to keep the gear on hand between the lakes passing the tennis park on the right the toad road came along so he took a right and met the toad in front of his store front. The basketball park is on the left while the pitch is there on the right. A team is on the other side. Cruisers are drifting by the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees him fold his palms and follows the kalarupa to the sandhya where the bunnies are greeting him
Deep within the far off jungle, the nightdress of samples from someone in Los Angeles this one is from Nrsimhacaturdasi too. Tonight the chodders are back since the fire has died down and won’t be stoked until after mangal arati. Still they go on enjoying like anything.
Giridhari is the God head
Everyone’s best friend
He dresses in yellow, who doesn’t understand
And today Gandharvika’s dress is the color of wine
Mahaprabhu is in royal blue
teaching sankirtana to all the world
in this age of kali it’s the best thing anyone can do
when Mahaprabhu came to the world
kaviraja writes just what he’ll do
taste the highest love divine
and share it with his intimate few
Mahaprabhu is wearing royal blue
Teaching sankirtana to all the world
in this age it’s the best thing anyone can do
if narcissus were the king of flowers
leis makers would throw away the sumanas,
gerbera and mums the word
to make room to grow narcissus the whole year through
murkha and I are out to do a quick one to get some fruit and flowers. As fast as possible to the navapatra, with the pitch on the left to the toad road where the basketball park is on the right Toad-a-gee is on the corner to cheer on all roadies that pedal by taking leave at the shop Murkha flies back along the main street to the go light left to answer the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where the kalarupa takes him to the sandhya
the soft gold and yellow silk makes a comfortable nightdress for either taking rest or dancing the whole night through.
As the curtain was pushed back there on Gandharvika’s skirt, in the middle of Gandharvika’s skirt and under her veil on her coli lightly embroidered, in silver thread were parrots. They flew on to the arm of Mahaprabhu and who would believe what they said? Who is more attractive? Gandharvika or Giridhari?
“Giridhari is the attractor of cupid” the male parrot said
“yes but that’s when he’s with Gandharvika otherwise he is also enchanted” countered the female parrot. They went on speaking and their voices filled Mahaprabhu’s ears till when they came to the end and the female had the better case, the flew away once again leaving a smile on Mahaprabhu’s face
mums and roses were the leis and Kaviraja goswami came to warn ya, this holy darsana will take you way beyond California.
Murkha and I are off on the path traversed by the cardinal of soquel to the natural bridge that he liked so much. Many pedalers are passing both on the left and right. There are cruisers with suffering boards and a couple of teams mostly in these parts, though, are the fixed gear freaks. Sea gulls are wandering aimlessly and on one of the bridges are sea lions who are “singing” the glories of cardinal cid in their own way. The monarch flutterbys are in the trees on the path proclaiming their appreciation of his many visits. The next stop is to see the sufferer thakur who is bedecked with a fresh lei in celebration. Then it’s over the beach hill look over the mountain men and waving to the leaping monquee on the way to the shop where I take my leave and Murkha pedals on to the celebration at the asrama hearing the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and racing the kalarupa to the sandhya to be greeted by one of the parishioners with his beasts eyes flashing.
In the ninth Srila Guru Maharaja appeared to take away the suffering of all of us ordinary souls and replace it with the singing of the unending glories of the golden lord and his golden gift.
Sages say ‘till you’ve had darsana life will doomed
And eyes will be no better than ones on a peacock’s plume
So come today before your chance goes
Red vrndavana silk and white seed beads
Learning to dance as the peacock leads
Come for darsana before your chance goes
Leis of narcissus and leaves are fragrant and light
Guru Maharaja’s direction made them just right
Come for darsana for the chance goes
Spinning along to the southland where the highway is just to gridlocked to enter so murkha and I head around the bend to the lion’s park once again through the village where the sufferers are changing into tourists. Between the lakes the geese are honking all the way to the harbor. The natasala is letting it’s audience out from the last show so murkha and I cheat on the yellow and leave them standing there watching as he and I sprint into Saint Dagwood’s park. around there to the traders and the picture of mister E. over bridge to the corner seeing the cruisers and their king. I take leave at the shop and Murkha goes on to the ramp and the bear. The wharf road takes him back to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where the kalarupa does his usual thing of taking him back for the sandhya.
In the angora chodders and baby blue it looks as if Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are floating among heavenly clouds as they dance all night long.
Have you seen Giridhari’s cloak and dhoti? Have you been to the natha mandir for a peek? The blue stars are out giving everyone who comes a chance to see the happiness we all seek. Dear Gurudeva what’s the point of life when all is said and done? He answers to enjoy and have fun! How’s that for second to none? On Ekadasi just “don’t tug on Superman’s cape” with leis of hyacinth and roses changing the fragrance of late
Trying to beat the rain and the dark Murkha and I take off for the whalers passing the clank of the aluminum bat field and the campa hatti on the way. at the house that taught choc-o- lot to talk-a-lot there is a left to make taking us to the redone road. the natasala is dark again but even though I take leave at the shop he carries on to the bridge over the first highway and through the horse’s pistol car park. the invisible convenience store shows him back to the long and winding and the ratha-bhojana-vrksa . Kalarupa is checking it’s watch and cheering in him on to the sandhya where he is greeted by Vijaya in his raincoat.
Talking like a pirate, om paramahamsa thakura is seeing someone off to the nine islands, specifically banana island so without the fire being stoked up Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari get out their biggest chodders to keep the cold on the bay.
Outside in the thakura’s orchard a coyote was on the prowl
With the parana time approaching the aruna har posse rides again
Searching out some maha anna now that papa purusa has been chased away.
This free spirited verse may be inspired by the leis that come in varieties of leaves and roses combine in unique ways
After a wreckcident the long and winding is closed so Murkha and I are forced to hammer in the other direction. Up the steep hill beyond the hanging tree. Moths rule this hill where a saint once retreated. At that very place the descent begins it’s hard and it’s fast but the need has been cast and there’s no other way to go. Now the snob hill is directly ahead with the village close behind. Right through to the natasala where the people are entering and I take my usual leave at the shop. Murkha flies around to the wharf and then the long and winding ratha-bhojana-vrksa and the kalarupa giving chase to the sandhya a murder of crows are waiting with leis and sandalwood pulp to make time stand still so the sandhya will commence promptly
Lotus nails that can keep the benediction and still cut to pieces the chest of the demon To remove the distress of the devotees and demigods
The old backdrops aren’t really gone
In new outfits some pieces fit right
The oldest of all in a new dress shows they go on without end
When nothing else seems to fit they just might
there’s peacock that used to swoon
to complete the kirta spread rays of the benediction moon
bringing a change in the unfortunate lives
of the miserable dogs of Kali
oldest of all in a new dress
on Gaura Purnima ‘twas born a new
off to the campa hatti for collecting flowers
making the leis with those given freely, despite coming holidays
praying they’ll always flow as a shower
Murkha and I spin down to the southland
But the highway is still too gridlocked to join
So it’s up to the village to see the clouds roll in
As they arrive bringing new life
And only a few drops to pedal between
Murkha and I sprint to the redone road
Join along the way by the toad
At the shop I take my leave and the other two carry on through the treacherous triangle to the tennis park. The toad road takes Murkha and the toad to his gym where he takes leave and Murkha goes on to the wharf road. the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa brings him to fold his palms and pull the kalarupa to the sandhya to be greeted by a wood cutter.
It’s a miracle Mom that nightdress made in double quick time that keeps on going after so many nights of dancing under the moonlight until the waking hour.
Well it’s Gaura Purnima
Someone ask the arati be late
The class wants to make the scene
On this most important date
It’s worth the wait to be seen by Mahaprabhu today
And when the curtain does open devotees shout “hooray!”
Some joyful tears, remove all fears from all the year
Now no one looks at the clock
Narcissus, mums and special flowers for Mahadeva
Says The lady who makes the leis
Mahaprabhu’s has a mind of it’s own
Did it’s own thing different than the rest
Devotees never spend time on ordinary talk
Who wants to when Saint Patrick’s Easter comes fashionably late yet still rocks!
Out to beat the dark and threatening rain, Murkha and I take to the main street. No time for real highway travel. Touring the southland all the same to the wharf road and by the beach to laugh with all the sufferers there. Murkha and I see the geese and the boats in the harbor. The natasala is dark tonight as I take leave at the shop. Murkha goes on to the ramp and swings through the shopping precinct on the way to the main street that leads back to the long and winding. Rathabhojana-vrksa sees him bow his head and follow the kalarupa to the sandhya where he is greeted by om paramahamsa thakura looking for kindling just in case of a chill in the air.
Deep within the far off jungle OPT dresses them as quick as the brown fox that jumped over the lazy dog this evening and then he was off to other lands. With the rain clouds in the sky they can think of dancing under the stars and eucalyptus.
only days came this dark moon
after all had seen the peacock swoon
darsana during arati at the stroke of noon
devotees have seen the Deities in both dresses now
it’s for Gurudeva’s service they took this vow
mums, roses and petal leis
get better each and every day
quickly as possible Murkha and I are sprinting along the long and winding to the main street right to the bridge over the first highway passing the other campa hatti the whalers are singing and dancing and smelling the flowers. Going through the treacherous triangle quickly to the shop where I take leave and murkha continues to the trader’s around to see the leaping monque who nods approval. Up the beach hill to the mission right again passing the clock and the post up to the ramp and the pitch. The long and winding is next with the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and murkha folds his palms as he chases the kalarupa to the sandhya.
Hiranyakasipu this evening. The seamstress is plotting a new dress and so pulled me out for a short while. Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari took rest early last night and a long nap this afternoon so they danced late tonight and seemed to enjoy it like anything.
