Walking through fields of bhajana higher and higher
Looking for sadhus to offer some service
Then from a chariot we heard “Govinda I shall not fight”
So close but so far from vraja’s moonlight
Leis of petals marigolds and mums so right
Fixed gear freaks who hang out near the meadow
Murkha and I quietly watch from the shadows
Round the corner past the cruiser king
I take leave and Murkha sprints after hearing the bell ring
Kalarupa chases him all the way to the pompous grass
The tirthas are also in the world of names
In connection with devotees each one has fame
This one is baby blue
Nrsimha caturdasi with parrots hidin’
Yantra puri has a team called the lions
Come together celebrate
Leis of fragrant roses create
Best of scenes bent at their necks waist and knees
Candy for the eyes if you please
On to Cyrus’ thoroughfare
To talk with all the folks there
Suffers along the beach
Murkha and I pass between the lakes to be honked at by geese
I return to work later on
Murkha salutes the king of the cruisers waiting for dawn
When pedalers all around once again get in the mood
To sneak through treacherous triangle’s attitude
On the famous horse of a different color
Babaji maharaja is talking like a pirate
While entering Markatamani puri
Green and hottest pink
Could make you think
Make Krsna a cape full of bright blue stars
Leave a dozen or so for his dhoti’s front pleat
Holding his flute he’ll play on the fifth note
Wearing this out fit on the Ekadasi day
Be ready for ekadasi
It comes on the eleventh day after the full moon
All kinds of roses combine in the leis
Punctuated by bunches of babies’ breath
Murkha and I want to pedal forever and ever
Time spent in the saddle blow the cobwebs away
Saluting the roadies training for next race
Loathe Black of the night in wintertime
the ratha bhojana vrksa calls out now to murkha
follow kalarupa to the sandhya party
lotus nails nightdress orange and green
soft enough to dance all evening
refreshed for the offering of mangal arati
dressed after they’ve been awakened
and seen the devotees at mangal arati
teal paper silk with fuchsia boarder
from a Gaura Purnima party
peacock swooning on Mahaprabhu’s chest
as the oldest of all in a new dress
on top of the folds are the rose, leaf and mum leis
By mid day they dance in the sun’s ray
usual manasic pedaling again
mrdunga and karatalas accompany the grin
White red and olive stripes
helping our attachment become mature and ripe
at the first mention of this outfit design
focus was on the tiara to be a belt
there would be flowers and beads and sequins
mahaprabhu would have smoky blue
giridhari purple coat and dhoti too
first thing to jump out were the leis of roses gerbera
and petals sprinkled in
the name of this one made the seamstress complain
but any where you can find out it’s name
cause it won’t give anyone pain
Miss America is the name that drives the seamstress to raise Cain
drizzle is out and wind is cold
still kirtan fills the air
It’s a miracle mom, purple and gold
dancing all night in the morning this dress breaks maya’s hold
on Saturday Mahaprabhu’s blue turned him to a royal fellow
While Giridhari went traditional with yellow
Gandharvika in plum that’s strong
With an extra ruffle at the end so to make it long
Leis of roses folded just right
Whole ones svelte and tight
Dark and chilly as far as the eye can see
Cause more manasic pedaling for murkha and me
Mrdungas and karatalas chime in time
Situation soothing and sublime
At night it’s hiranya kasipu in the supple mold
Yellow silk trimmed in lacy gold
Enjoying like anything
Right through mangal arati bell’s ring
When the moon is new
The night sky is dark
Thakuras dress in yellow and black
Chiffon chodder floats aloft
On the gentle breeze
Blending with the boarder of bumblebees
What’s this outfit’s name
It’s sweet nectar
Condensed consecrated gutta
Madhuvrata
Tube rose and orchid tropical leis
Bringing out the topmost praise
Pedaling between the drops of rain
“where are you going?”
“to blow the cobwebs from the brain”
all kinds of fixed gear freaks are cruising by
tolling of a sandhya bell
draws Murkha back for the celebration
providing sweet inspiration
deep blue like the moonless night
illuminated by the yellow boarder’s light
sunburst mukuts with sumanas crest
perfect fit for their new moon rest
A sight to be placed in a treasure chest
The supreme hypnotist has let me realize
How beautiful he looks in peacock feather eyes
even though I’ve been hiding in a tree
Gurudeva is trying to fan my spark into a fire
Spider mums and roses in the leis
Made in a suspended animation way
Wandering along the long and winding road
Murkha and I are hoping to come to the thoroughfare’s abode
At the same while Mahamuni is roaming there too
the three amigos talk with friends in the cue
meanwhile the rbv calls out
“don’t miss the ceremony of the bells a great thing no doubt”
call this nightdress baby blue
for in this world of names that what fits this one it’s true
it’s been some time now since the schedule has featured
“Hoorah for the red white and blue Urvasi” said the teacher
shinning in both heart and soul too
remembering this offered on Guru Mahraja’s vyasa puja day
today with elegant rose leis
the evening dark when Murkha and I get away
round the manasic-pedaling route
racing to make it to the cyber highway
Friends are talking and looking about
from down the road RBV calls
I take my leave while Murkha hauls
Kalarupa brings him back to the sandhya ki jaya
Prahlad-a-dad and bhakta blade is stoking the fire high
No need for extra chodders the gentle light
Warms them through the night
Have you ever heard that Srimati Gandharvika’s eyes are green?
Under that pink and sparkly veil on her head
Patiently waiting for any order of service
Dressed in this shinny pink and beige and crystal dress
With just a touch of green
Lingering listening for the sound of Giridhari’s flute
To adjust which way she will go
Leis of roses leaves and daisy poms
In her perfectly adjusted life nothing can go wrong
Through the drops of rain
Murkha and I are part of the train
Each “car” recalls Gandharvika nayana
With the seed bead mukuts they have on
Mrdungas and karatals come to the end
It’s time for Murkha and I to turn back again
I take leave to the shop to finish a tune
Murkha hammers under the waxing moon
Sandhya greets him silhouetted by arati
Have you seen Krsna o deer dough?
Yes by now you know
Green and silver is the nightdress
They wear tonight and play as if at recess
Make this dress green and purple
Sew some bells on Gandharvika’s skirt
And when comes time for service
You know she’ll be there with bells on
Make leis with autumn color daisies
Follow the contours of their forms
And as they dance and sway together
Petals might even fall to the ground
Murkha and I are wishing the rain wasn’t made of water
and there will soon be a return of the sun
pedalers out with their lights blazing till their trips are done
getting out on the wet streets to see udilo jotish
lots of bumbershoots turned inside out
rounding the corner to see the cruiser king
I take leave for a truing
and Murkha returns to make the bells ring
the rath bhojana vrksa is calling out
kalarupa is behind in the count
at the sandhya vijaya is waving
come on in to the place I’ve been saving
and Murkha blows the horn
looks like the job for which he was born
a lion on the chase
running down the demons with haste
purple and green for rest
after handling the asura’s chest
use some boning to push the skirt out
keep it round and full in a perfect ring
show the panels with silver birds and moons
like a guitarist’s pair of loons
concentric hoops
leis of roses and more daisies
fragrance mixing with the incense smoke is hazy
give devotees another image trap their minds
purple and silver
dress from janmastami day
brilliant as the suns dazzling rays
mishearing a phone call
“bring milk sweets like banana kheer
and dried fruit to last all year”
doesn’t stand to reason that’s for sure
a new flute
that’s what he should have heard
bring it on home dude, now word
murkha and I are out on the drizzle path
checking out Indra deva’s wrath
a few brave cruisers are out to suffer
even though the sea is rougher
between the drops murkha and I are dry
beneath the grey and confused sky
cry rain or sunny smile
still there’s time to explore awhile
sandhya comes and Murkha takes leave
I need to take an ace from up my sleeve
To make it back to the shop
When is this rain going to stop?
Jungle far off and deep
Is what they’ll wear tonight to sleep?
White with red and olive ribbons
Come see them and take the blessing they’re given
Now it’s time to dress them
The curtain is closing
Flowers of rusty color and of avacado
Wispy chodders and effulgence
Looks like foam on butter being purified into ghee
And everyone outside is waiting to see
The thakuras in “havirbhu” knowing the sight will set them free
First you get some daisies
Add in a few roses
Arrange them in an artistic pattern
String them together one after the other in turn
On the thakura’s bodies they’ll become a brilliant blaze
Of colorfully hanging leis
And everyone outside will be so happy to see
Thakuras dressed in the shade of foam on ghee
Spinning and winding around the southland
Joining the friends for as long as one can
Next to see the trader and the bear
Racing the light murkha and I dare
The chemist offers some cream
Taking off in the last gleam
Beware of the RBV calling
Under the light as beasts dwarf him to nearly diminished
While the kalarupa gives chase
a laser beam is on the case
hiranya kasipu is soft and gold
yet forceful and bold
For the rest of the night they dance and sing
Enjoying like anything
smaranam in the month of kartik
Seamstress’ team sewing beads for weeks upon weeks
Remedy for the illusion of Kali
Celebrating he who came with the cooling moon’s rays
Softening the iron-age
Red and teal brought all and sundry
To their knees
Enechi ausaudi maya
Leis featuring irises arranged so expertly well
Back in the daylight
Murkha and I take flight
Roadies are training
While the cruisers have stopped complaining
Between the lakes the geese have all gone missing
Old sufferers are reminiscing
I take leave at the tennis park
Murkha ignites the spark
Taking off to answer the RBV’s call
Kalarupa gasps as he hauls
All the way to the vaikalika party
Arriving hale and hearty
Dancing late into the night
In the ninth is the theme all right
They take their rest till mangal arati’s first light
Outfit Stitching embroidery basting
Tailor must be supremely full of himself
Fashion consultant to so many moneyed Deities
Blessing each and every one with his sewing ability
His lavish creations backdrops with effulgence in the air
Ahh but don’t expect your design if it’s not the one he wants
The star gazing sumamas flowers look forlorn
But they perk up once the leis are worn
From the asrama to the navapatra
a combination of spin and sprint
to the beach
The sufferers like to see the cruisers enroute
this dark time the geese are gone
like the driftwood smoke all the folks miss each
indefatigable player at the tennis park
are separated now by those on a lark
the natasala has a line
I depart just in time
To let murkha complete the spin
To where the rBV’s call begins
Kalarupa takes the lead
Still can’t Murkha’s stead
Bhakta Blade has come with spirit heightening
To help the thakuras into “revealed by the lightening”
Deep blue with yellow boarder and yellow and pink flowers
Beaded lotus for SRimati Gandharivka in the resting hours
Nila aruna and syama LIVE In the arena of pure consciousness
Wipe away the illusion that’s making such a fuss
Then you happily notice
The smart rose leis painstakingly made
Poinsettias appear as seasonal sign
All by the supreme design
Giridhari’s turban can raise your consciousness forever
Seeing the peacock feathers around the front
The iridescent colors of their eyes sparkle in ours
Pink and purple clothes adorned by roses, leaves and babies breath
Inviting all to join in their association
With their nectarean smiles
The mrga bhavana on the left down on the way to the main street
Assures that Murkha and I follow behind the proficient fleet
Past Mahamuni’s post box
Through the lion’s park hearing the school boys talks
At the top of the campa hatti hill skaters take risks
Performing their extremist tricks
In the village tourists are out for the season
Back when weather is more pleasing
Under the first highway I take off
Murkha hears both RBU’S call and kalarupa scoff
Lotus nails dress tonight
Weapon of choice in the famous fight
On the second ekadasi the thakuras wear colors of the rainbow
Forming cavernous reflections in the recesses of our souls
Petite narcissus flowers as the leis spread fresh scent about
Maker wants a charm to keep them for the core of the winter
murkha and I cross over the first highway to the valley
where the aluminum bat clanks
at the tennis park one holds serve as murkha and I crank
From the harbor to the natasala and the shop
where I get off
Murkha spins through the treacherous triangle
Seeing where a pair of J.C. water walkers dangles
The RBV calls while the kalarupa waits
Murkha pedals at a double-quick rate
Back at the asrama
The celebration’s name is sandhya and begins
With the blowing of a saffron sank
dealing out sukriti takes a determined pace
as a lion on the chase
green and purple for the evening he appeared
a form not seen before is also very feared
Oh yeah he’s a smooth dancing actor
enjoying is his only business
no doubt he’s in control
seed bead kundala over his left ear, dress covered with mirrors
roses, leaves white stars for leis
gentle smiles offer shelter from the mundane rain
now it’s “I’m a sumanas child”
or maybe you call it “New York a-go-go &everything tastes nice”
featuring trim rose leis striking and precise
as always arati starts on time
specially when smoky silver forest green with black chime
leis looking as if from the wood
Monday appears Srimati Gandharvika stunning in the hood
Her service desire close but yet so far
offering her assistance takes you above the stars
Pedaling between the drops just won’t stop
staying dry from the beach to the asrama at hilltop
through the forest of Jarikhanda Mahaprabhu danced
chanting loud his tears flowed his clothes got drenched
shimmering brilliant as the sun he went on inch by inch
then appeared the effulgence pink and gold
look up to see it as if a train coming mercifully bold
red, yellow and peacock blue halo mukuts a surprise for certain
seen from this side of the embroidered curtain
in both worlds east and west
synchronicity is the best guess
in his yellow and purple by a lake
Giridhari plays his flute a form it takes
Mahaprabhu from deep within Srimati Gandharvika’s heart
Thus the loving search will start
As if holding a white rabbit the moon comes full
In Ganga-Yamuna the thakurs celebrate birth of Mahaprabhu
Giridhari tells tales that make his friends close their eyes
Then to their surprise
As they put their heads down
He takes his pen out and draws dolphins sporting ‘round
As if in a merry dance
They show the limit of cleverness
Out of the mouths of babes the mango and red combination
Suggestion comes inspiring the seamstress to this dress’ creation
Lions reside in Yantra Puri sometimes without detection
But in time they burst out to give their devotees protection
This week after that blue with teja like the sun brings a grin
Wednesday sees the aruna har posse ride again
Pink and green with roses printed
Rose leis delicately scented
On the purnima playing with the cowboys is prime
You might say it’s pasture media time
Guru Maharaja tells his story “I was born at midnight”
He spreads the rays of the benediction moon’s light
Bengali Mahal jadhu with it’s water color lotus flowers and dragonflies
Will whisk us away to Mahaprabhu’s kirtan letting our spirits rise up to the spiritual skies
Follow the angels that’s the way
Offered on Giridhari’s topmost angels’ appearance day
Green and yellow with red jewels
Follow the angels that’s the rule
The red coats are coming
Mahaprabhu chanting with his eyes tearing
Nayanam galid asru dharaya
Srimati Gandharvika’s blue velvet ki jaya!
Blue ribbon personalities appear
When all auspicious signs are clear
Lions in the both birth moment and zodiac
Are the best of all that
Honeybee yellow and black
That’s what the Thakuras wear when the dark moon comes back
Bees on Srimati Gandharvika’s veil
Make all other beauty pale
Folks seek the truth from a deerskin seat
To the logic center, Navadvipa
It moves in a zigzag line like a serpent
This outfit has electric green and purple with silvery accent
The foreign student asked his teacher to say
If it’s really true that Gaura Purnima is like Saint Patrick’s day
The answer kept the arati fashionably late
On Gurudeva’s birthday students traverse
To offer tributes coming from all across the universe
He chose the colors for this dress
All present couldn’t wait for the chance for their eyes to caress
Sue Nila Vasana appeared in her beautiful blue
Giridhari traditional yellow, mango for Mahaprabhu
Giridhari’s chodder and coat floating on the breeze
Rose gerbera and leaf leis flip just a bit as they reach their knees
With the star in the bangle
The pink and silver took hearts into a tangle
From Gaura Purnima this one is superstar
Mahaprabhu extends his hand to take the low up so far
Swept up in his loving search
Many servants come and join his “church”
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