kalarupa waits where ratha-bhojana-vrksa sings
to see what Murka brings
together they see mrgabhavana is dark
then they arrive in time for sandhya happy as a lark
a friend of the fallen is the greeter
talking like a pirate the hot pink looks sweeter
the emerald is just right of course
to sooth the rider of the different colored horse
entering Markatamani puri
to make camp till mangal arati
look come see what the thakuras are wearing today
that aruna har posse that for some time had ridden away
but it seems those are some of their favorites
aruna har posse rides again
leis of full roses knee ticklers today
with their faces on display
there’s a pace line on the street
who’s form is clean and neat
tag along behind stay out of their way
join in on their ride
don’t try to hide
from the pace line on the street
the dark days are beginning to set in
get out the lights again
there’s bon fires on the beach
a stack of driftwood for each
now the ratha-bhojana-makes the call
sending Murka into a haul
to meet kalarupa at the mrgabhavana
the sandhya has come
welcomed by Mahamuni the flowers await
and they’re offered straight
in the lotus nails
thakuras are ready for their evening dance
when the curtain opens all get the chance
to remember how Aruna har posse is ridding out there somewhere
one cannot but adore the day
blessed by the advent of Gaura Hari
celebrated this year with teal paper silk
and on Mahaprabhu’s chest a peacock swoon
from swirling in bhava under that full moon
leis made with care and attention
roses, leaves gladiolus and mums
keep this one quiet
but don’t go to slow
perfect circles in the flow
spinning even on this wet date
covered by a large umbrella
under cover
with the kirtan in your ears
trap your mind
wear a hat absorb the condensation
still must do the daily service
don’t lose your smile
under cover
sandhya is now unveiling
blessing all who attend
a miracle mom
the nightdress
from Srila Prabhupada’s appearance
made so quick
seamstress head span
now they take their rest
when the moon and stars provide the light
hues of purple herald coming of night
Take care, watch out beware don’t chat
with any ghosts who take the form of a cat
standing outside the room so bright
Guru Maharaja says “I was born at midnight”
in celebration this dress was revealed for sight
leis of rose leaves and lilies that gaze to the stars
though yesterday was wet and the sky was grey
this afternoon Murka and I were able to get away
still quite cold here by the bay
pedaling with freedom on this November day
going to the hook looking at the waves along the way
wearing their white caps no sufferers come to play
hammering along to where the pelicans point but we just can’t stay
pedaling to the natasala on this November day
still there’s a team out to catch a ray
been out for a sprint make the practice pay
ratha-bhojjana-vrska calls with this to say
“come back for the vaikalika service offer their tray”
so Murka begins to hammer to meet kalarupa on the way
pedaling back to the asrama on this November day
welcomed by Mahamuni after the bunnies scurried today
for rest it’s synchronicity
mango yellow and blue night before ekadasi
mahaprabhu asked his mother one thing
don’t eat grains on Ekadasi day
it will take you to the desnintation
the vaikuntha world to kirtan in
so we looked at the calendar and counted
put the cape on when he reached eleven
waved to the pujari asked him
will the arat start on time
but the capatis weren’t made of flour
and nothing green should be on the plate
thakuras dressed in every color in the rainbow
and multi colored and varieties of flowers in the leis
don’t tug on superman’s cape
got ourselves together
the team practicing shouted join in
oh what a feeling when we understood
it was us they were shouting to
soon the rain came down again
the pelicans were pointing
we came upon two geese or four
who honked as we went by
let Murka get back for the sandhya
for they’re sure to be waiting by now
you can see Mahamuni greeting me
asking did you pedal in the rain
answer was I pedaled between the drops
the yellow soft gold comfortable for rest
or whatever they may do when the light goes out
well the chiffon chodders
surround them
the color of the foam on ghee
with rust and avocado color flowers
embroidered on the creamy tan
and you offer rose baby’s breath and petal leis
that follow their curves
then Murka and I spin through the jungle
to the sufferer thakura and the natural bridge
the autumn chill in the air
pedaling around the spinner’s church
hearing the call
meeting the kalarupa at the ratha-bhojana-vrksa
returning in a bonk
greeted by Bhakta Blade
ready for the vaikalika seva
dressing them in the evening
red and white silk smooth and safe as milk
when taking the name the name is touched
by the tongue and that’s the touch that kills mundane connection