Devotion springs from her alone it bathes and saves your soul
She asks please come drink your fill
life giving nectar carried by the guru varga opens our dark eyes
green and purple from Radhastami her service will never go wrong
cause she’ll be there with bells on
with tiny bells sewn on her sari
arranging service like no tomorry
leis of petals and full roses
following their forms fragrance conquering every nose
pedaling out to cyber’s highway
friends to meet friends to talk to good thing on a chilly day
follow the hook between the lakes round the harbor
at the natasala the call is heard
going fast Murka knows sandhya is the word
singing a few bars of hare krsna with the whalers
passing two with loaded trailers
meeting kalaruapa at the mrga bhavana near the rails
sprinting back to be greeted by the singing cowherd boy
a lion on the chase is how we are for preaching
bringing them back for teaching
brighter green and more and deeper purple
enjoying like anything
purple, yellow and blue
all with paisley patterns too
remind the seamstress that a new outfit will soon be due
cloisonné heart on Srimati Gandharvika’s chest
one that devotees like best
and suggest the name
at the kund Giridahari plays his flute
and from the temple in Srimati Gandharvika’s heart
comes Mahaprabhu
gerbera and mums today
know how to combine as leis
pedaling long past the marceda de los pulgas
in to Saint Dagwood’s park where people celebrate the season
on different days for their own reasons
winter days keeping pedalers in gear
booties jackets and hats over their ears
boats are in the harbor now
between the lakes there are no fowl
only sand and drifting wood
by the windmill the ratha-bhojana-vrksa’s call
brings Murka from spin to haul
the friendly pelicans point to where
kalarupa waits in the tree fresh air
back for the sandhya dancing and singing
while the bells are ringing
in the evening
the wise man is checking his watch while
following instructions of the phoenix
waiting for the lion to arrive
devotees all thrive
when they hear the priest behind the curtain
laughing through his tightened lips
on the amavasya madhuvrata come to dance
around the stars on Giridhari’s dhoti in trance
then attracted by the flowers on Mahaprabhu’s sash
make a made dash
to collect the nectar and have a laugh
from the first leis of prabhu from roses and petals put on after their bath
racing with the sunset
our chains give us a glance
of all the other pedalers who’ve come out for the chance
to catch a glimpse of a red suited gentleman
best seen from within
happily we carry on until the pelicans point the way home
as ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls back from where we roam
kalarupa meets him under the famous tree
sprinting to the kusa grass once again home free
greeted by another hoosier who complements his hat
at the end of sandhya there’s a little light chat
and the Thakuras slip into their soft
comfortable yellow gold enjoying incense as it wafts
throughout the temple from the last arati
and dance until the morning when just before sunrise
the pujari comes again
when the full moon was up Mahaprabhu had his turban on
with his kirtan party the search had begun
you may think you can hide from the aggressive mercy
but it will find you out go ahead wait and see
pink and silver with a star in the bangle
can you guess the name? from that it’s superstar no need to wrangle
leis with gerberas that face the world
lilies and petals unfurled
we pedal in the rain and in the wind
from the hook to the harbor where the boats are in
through saint dagowood’s park
up the beach hill to Bhakta Blade’s before dark
round the spinner’s church few are out today
they’re carrying on about a holiday
between the lakes to the windmill shop
up the big street watching out for the chops
meeting kalarupa at mrga bhavana
back to the sandhya as the daylight is almost gone
in the ninth red blue and green
at mangal arati all the devotees can’t wait to be seen
going to the mukutwalla to get the janmastami dress
when I saw it wasn’t right I told the tailor it was a mess
and he said one thing that was this
you don’t always want what you get
no you can’t have it your way
the red and gold mukuts made by seamstress herself
ties in the creamy red and teal
leis maker’s magic carpet just wouldn’t do the trick
still the leis were present beautified by the thakuras themselves
pedaling away the chilly afternoon
through the hook the sunny cove and the harbor
sprinting to get through soon
at the natasala people stood in line
taking leave at the shop Murka felt fine
past the house where choc-o-lot talks-a-lot
the whalers chanted as they are taught
on the right is the Mercado de los pulas
on the left kalarupa is waiting under the tree that’s famous
at the gate the blue jewel greets
as the sandhya rocks to the gentle beat
midnight blue revealed by yellow lightening
with effulgence almost whitening
taking their rest
till the mangal arati fest

on a clear and starry night
dancing and dancing
till the dawn comes again
ghee smells so good when it is cooking
has such a rich color on the foam
thakura’s dress today
rust and avocado flowers come to take us home
havir bhu is this one’s name
the foam on ghee is the exchange
magic flowers in the leis
three from two bunches so much range
pedaling along beasts try to cause heaps of pain
pedaling along got to stay between drops of rain
pedaling along on this plane
fixed gear freaks are really friendly when you meet them
on the streets of downtown
in Saint Dagwood’s park cruisers don’t frown
round the corner the king is there counting the number of rounds
the harbor and tennis park are on serve
between the lakes the sufferers cross in the curve
windmill café and sunny cove are places to see
keep the pitch on the left Murka says to me
at the point pelicans point the way back
kalarupa might cut you some slack
meanwhile Vijaya is the greeter
and the incense is smelling sweeter
into the night thakuras take the Hiranya Kasipu
dress and it tells them what to do
being seen by them at mangal arati the devotees go into a swoon
let’s go to the nath mandir
now the way is clear
to be seen by the thakuras in their copper blue and white
dancing on the simhasana they look to be taking flight
attracting all to engage in service by their gentle smiles
with fragrant leis of roses in an incomparable style
soaring to Seymour’s museum
where the great blue and grey are standing for the people to see them
coming up the beach hill there’s a couple pedaling saying “hey”
while Murka and I answer “how you doing? and enjoy the day”
through the curves in the ocean path the sufferer thakura is in view
wearing a new lei that brings cheers from the few
retuning round the spinner’s church and the kutir of Bhakta Blade
going over the railroad bridge unafraid
taking leave at the shop I hear Murka’s cleats jangle
while he sneaks through the treacherous triangle
pedalers in bright colored jerseys are in the pace line
and hammering to meet kalarupa Murka creeps up from behind
under the famous tree they begin to spin
to the kusa grass where the laughing man
welcomes him with a smile and a hearty wave of his hand
the sandhya is synced with the setting sun
devotees turn pirouettes in fun
in the ninth it’s red and blue with a little green
a nightdress brings about their topmost sheen
in the sunrise it creates a dream
one asked what is the opulence of Vrndavana
maybe a few peacock feathers small red berries cows all across the land
next to the seed bead feathers were the mum and rose leis
yellow and white ones that looked just like snow
ah but in Dwarka there is so much treasure more than simple folk could know
don’t mistake why not let the yogamaya roll
still out pedaling as always nothing stops even when the days are cold
heading down main street vaikalika approaching got to hurry
between the lakes and the sunny cove
round the hook to where the opals are then the pelicans point the way home
keeping the pitch on the left with the highway above
meet the kalarupa to wake the source of love
greeted by the kernel of divine love and faithful kumar
next the sandhya happened a muhrta before the appearance of the star
in the evening it was synchronicity
thakuras around the mission got outfits of these colors
now Sri Guru Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari wear it as a nightdress
before the ekadasi day
when comes the second ekadasi day
there are always new words to say
think of the previous days
everyone knows
now winter nights are becoming cold
all the colors of the rainbow in this dress and Giridhari’s dhoti is gold
flowers are scarce this time of year
still the leis are no less than 1derful no fear
pedaling tracing the hook to sunny cove between the lakes
following the pace line’s wake
cruisers and tourists with their tents
fixed gear freaks from school came and went
ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls “come home”
so at natasala Murka begins alone
through the treacherous triangle
avoiding the beasts messenger style
house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot
brings a smile
marcedo de los pulgas is where kalarupa meets him
together they hammer rodeo creek’s byank
sandhya celebration begins with the shank
nightdress brought in by Bhakta Blade in the trunk
panels of Gandharvika’s sari
vest for Sri Giridhari
simple dhoti and chodder for Mahaprabhu
they enjoy like anything the night through
while talking about last night’s pastimes
his friends hear with joy
he paints on their chest
to show the limit of cleverness
while his friends watch in amazement
don’t know how the seamstress picked these colors
orange and teal with a bit of red for merriment
1derful 2derful 3derful for Janmastami day
today full roses follow Giridhari’s tribanga a beautiful lei
pedaling along in the neighborhood of opals along the edge of the hook
so many sufferers out for a look
pedalers take advantage of the sunny afternoon
while singing a solstice tune
from now on the days will get longer
as the ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls Murka home once again
we didn’t notice how the cruisers were upon us
welcomed us into their midst
at the natasala people waiting in line
still we pedaled through the last rays of sunshine
through the village all the way to the famous tree
where kalarupa is waiting on me
up to the gate greeted by the kernel of divine love
as the sandhya commences with the sunset hand in glove
is it tomorrow or just the end of time
nightdress of green and purple with silver trim
dancing and dancing till mangal arati so prime
filling everyone present’s containers to the brim
with the joy of service in that realm

Gaura purnima was coming
and a new outfit was due
yellow dhoti for Giridhari Gandharivka's sari would be blue
combine that make green for Mahaprabhu
gold jari peacock and silver red and blue
a mukut for each deity reflect their individuality too
leis of petals and whole roses
2derful effort fragrance to occupy the noses
pedaling long the sunny cove
the cruisers put on a show
of how to carry a suffering board where ever they may go
between the lakes Murka and I are on serve
seeing joggers and strollers strengthening their nerve
at natasala the show draws a crowd
former space of dui cakra yantras is still as loud
through the treacherous triangle comes ratha-bhojana-vrksa's call
signaling Murka to come pall mall
meet kalarupa at his famous tree
hammer to the asrama gate greet Mahamuni
the sandhya celebration features the Kernel of Divine Love
returned from journey to the east
where he's learned to wear a glove
in the evening the wise man is hearing
instruction of the Phoenix
checking his watch in wonder of when the lion will be appearing
while devotees are sure the pillar is his shroud
hear the priest behind the curtain enjoy the fun by laughing right out loud
who would call this a wedding cake
just cause the pastel colors remind one of frosting
or think that the thakuras are the couple on the top
“when will you and I frolick in the pastures of Sri Vrindavana”
that's why it's really called
“pasture media time”
silver jari hars with leis of rose petals
featuring a gerbera daisy in the crook
of Griidhari's elbow
pedaling by the lion's park watching all the school kids
then our attention is drawn by skater's hill
where they absorb all with their show
soon we're at the hook where the sufferers are in the curl
a road team goes sprinting by the point
ratha-bhojana-vrksa is calling out again
following his contract Murka goes hammering back home
by the tennis park where the players are on serve
between the lakes by the windmill seeing one who's dressed up like a gnome
keeping the pitch on the right
then under the first highway to the furniture unfinished
meeting kalarupa at the mrga bhavana where the grass has diminished
waving to Vijaya the evenings greeter
the sandhya's shank is sounding sweeter
hiranya kasipu, the nightdress of Saturday.
Keeps them comfortable and warm
till mangala arati and they realize they survived another eclipse
this one is about a vyasa puja outfit
tell you some things you may already know
begin meditation from their lotus toes
that's the way the creeper grows
make it with white and gold if you can
following Gurudeva's plan
outfit will become so grand
pick flowers for the leis with love from the fields
marigolds camellias with roses filled with wintry rain
fragrantly following their ever dancing move to still the material pain
that threatens again and again
each afternoon Murka and I pedal along the asrama lane
service's celebration is here
raise consciousness to good cheer
up the beach hill to see what we might find
pink jasmine growing on the vine
salutations to the great blue whale
a chilly wind is filling the sails
of boats out on the bay
who take the afternoon to play
on to the natural bridges park
down the beach hill an effort monumental and sincere
the spinner's church is the way that's clear
ratha-bhojana-vrska's call takes Murka out of here
visiting Bhakta Bladee's kutir
round the corner to the chocolate house
sneaking through the treacherous triangle quiet as a mouse
hammering with kalarupa to the gate
bunnies there can't wait
to greet us as they scamper away
was it worth pedaling on this gloomy day
never underestimate the power of good pedaling
he says
in the touch that kills they take their rest
tomorrow morning the creamy red and white
will make all who come feel most extremely blessed
first take notice that Giridhari's outfit looks like dark chocolate
while Mahaprabhu and Gandharvika are in teal
three other names are swirling n Murka's mind
in the evening it wraps around the shark tank
effulgence around their heads
to bhagavad gita “among fish I am the shark”
maker is rejoicing roses and orchids for the leis
colors from where a hockey team plays
pedaling behind the team like the pontifical position of the tour de france
smooth and easy pedal strokes sending Murka and I into a trance
out near the rock where the sea lions congregate
but the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa reminds him not to be late
and with the speed of Mr. Armstrong
you know it won't be long
'till Murka is read for the sandhya where the folks will sing the song
bringing current from the ocean of bliss
a celebration not to be missed
blue with yellow trim
with necklaces featuring a lion with a grin
the nightdress that shows where Giridhari's been
dancing till mangal arati when the begins
swami bought a beautiful sari
for the thakuras
six meters long for Gaura Purnima day
combine mango for Mahaprabhu and yellow for the flute player
srimati Gandharvika has beautiful bluie
so come along for the darsana
no better way to start the day
come see the roses and orchids put in the leis
ordinary problems Murka and I have left behind
in the mid day we pedal along
representing the truth to each fellow pedaler
we pedal along over the first highway
hammering hard to keep ourselves warm it's another chilly day
chattering with the fixed gear freaks we might find there
also enjoying the crisp winter air
seeing the sufferers get into their wetsuits
the call from ratha-bhojana-vrksa ro come back up the route
more celebration as the sandhya is near
talking like a pirate the babji
enters the marikatamani puri riding the horse of a different color
that you've heard tell of
somewhere in an add or a magazine
singing songs and carrying on like you've never seen
they her eyes are green
like this dress pink cream
that touch of green always looks keen
coming to the nath mandir all the visitors say
seamstress has such a way
of making all the colors play
Gandharvika Nayana for a celebration day
full rose full circle leis tickling their toes
and with fragrance that captures everyone's nose
over the first highway to listen to the whalers
they like to sing while they detail
out for the pedaling on this December day
the pace line is so norm
but the fixed gear freaks will never conform
there's one with his bike made up like hog
all the better to penetrate the fog
so many like to pedal on this December day
ratha-bhojana-vrksa's call has come to tell Murka
to get back to wake the thakuras
meeting kalarupa at the mrga bhavana
hammering through the curve and beyond
to the asrama gate greeted by the buttercarya
lotus nails look orange
but from this side green
keeps all confused as far as what they've seen
till mangla arati cuts through the screen
come and see
the thakuras in their deep forest green
from Guru Maharaja's vyasa puja day
from their simhasana they happily view his eternally dancing lotus feet
taking the remanent within his heart
they bestow even the smallest part
signals the bhakti latta it's time to grow
coveted roses petals and mums
turn into leis round their necks
pedaling away for the afternoon
it's so much fun being Murka and i
a chance to pedal each day
there's a pedaler in best wind breaker
swiftly from the corner
through Saint Dagwood's park fews the giver manys the taker
call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa brings Murka back for four
greeted by one on par
not the change of time invasive motorwya
or birds on the wire
will keep him from carrying on the service of his Gurudeva
oh yeah it's a miracle mom
a nightdress made so fast
it caused the seamstress' head to spin
then when the curtain opened it pierced the hearts of who
came for darsana
in the ancient times
sweet smell of incense in the air
parikrama on dusty roads in bare feet
Govardhana puja coming soon
how to get free I want to know
who'll be there to guide the way
then just around midnight
with shades of purple all around
Guru Maharaja appeared
won't have to give in and lose the fight
turban for Mahaprabhu
layered skirt veil and choli too
chodder doesn't drape around Giridhari's arm
floats with his dancing mood
leis? Mum's the word
centers a little drooped
still Gandharivka's quite perky
pedaling back in the way Murka and I know
where we'll be able to see
people in the lions park
and skaters atop the hill
just one more week for the solstice to arrive
the sun will begin it's return
not sure how we'll survive
but with this thought to comfort
we probably will
deep within the far off jungle
the lion sleeps tonight
thakuras enjoy like anything

Look at the altar
notice how Giridhair has two chodders
one above the other
a U knee Q double feature
and the rings upon his fingers
dispel all darkness
look at Srimati Gandharivka
with her mesh veil and sari
with the flowers and stones
drink deep the nectar
let it make a nest inside your head
the pink and purple of Maharprabhu
come to search for you
leis of roses
with petals too
pedal out now
to see the bear and beyond
there's a kid with a Dalmatian hat on
isn't he wild trying to stay warm in costume
up ahead there's a pace line cycling in tune
they can school you make your muscles too sore
to complete the day's chores
no fixed gear freaks today
the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa means have to end the play
meet kalarupa
he's at the open field
where the pink flowers formed a shield
in late summer
sprinting on no slow comer
savory is the greeter with kirtan playing
sandhya is swaying
let's go
green and purple nightdress
relives everyone's inner most stress
the line of truth is a crooked one
as one goswami saw a picture of Lombard street
seeing these outfits with their zigzag motif
will bring us true relief
the chodder of Mahaprabhu
to Giridharil's coat
ending in Srimati Gandharvika's skirt
the green is almost electric a tyagi kindly spoke
but to a murka pujari everything is a joke
colorful and fragrant flowers today
simple petals mums and leaves in the leis
too much talking falsely will make the arati late
all along the opal beach sufferers were in view
while the roadies, mountain men and fixed gear freaks
pedaled along each taking their respective cue
from a long way off came the ratha-bhojana-vrksa's call
in response Murka began to haul
sandhya is celebrated by the sandman
while the kernel of divine love is returning quick as he can
an orange dhoti and kirta show why
tonight's dress is called “Krsna is a brahmacari
while Mahaprabhu has purple kirta like Srimati Gandhravika's sari
they dance all night under the chilly starry night
till the mangal arati makes all feel right

walking through the forest all the creatures along the way
experienced his magic
wonderful chanting he showed
made tigers and does and bucks dance
heard two parrots talk in a divine trance
leis of roses and mums
inviting all to the kirtan party to have some fun
peacock mukuts with effulgence to match
what a picture to catch
pedaling through the dark and cold
but with flashing light Murka and I can be bold
speaking with friends on the highway
no better way to spend the day
a pace line goes by and smiles
they figure Murka and I are pretty wild
wrapped up tight fixed gear freaks are ready
while ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls steady
meet the kalarupa at the gate
coming in at a fantastic rate
greeted by the sandman
sandhya happens soon as it can
panel skirt and Giridhari’s vest
outstanding in this nightdress
go out dancing in a mood so divine
returning for mangal arati ready to shine

Have you seen this effulgence of Srimati Gandharvika by it’s rays she shows divine love to all the worlds waiting at the curtain knowing that darsana will take us home for certain check out Giridhari’s turban the peacock feathers with gold chains devotees are overwhelmed when they hear that shank blowing full rose leis with petals for Srimati Gandharivka’s flowing with love’s labor like jewelry almost glowing pedaling ahead of the storm down the main street Mahamuni’s post box the lion’s park is full of school kids marking the path with chalk skaters on the hill their tricks talks and nobody walks on the hook sufferers are in the curl follow the pace line with flag unfurled ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls the play as the pelicans point the way meeting kalarupa under the tree back to the asrama fast as can be wunderkind greets again right before sandhya my old friend the amavasya is coming so the lion is laughing instead of roaring midnight blue with yellow flower boarder revealing their forms like lightening over their shoulder bringing chaos to disorder enjoying all night appearing minutes before first light dark moon day is one day that snuck in on thanks giving day with everyone on holiday and steady rain falling amavasya came one day too soon the leis maker rolled up in such a hurry campa hatti walla to stingy for giving so maker is working a miracle three from one dozen madhuvrata came one day too soon pedaling between the raindrops chatting with Murka up to the hill top no sign of the skaters who are usually dominating amavasys came one day too soon down in alley of the steamer sufferers are huddled together no sign of a let up in the weather everyone has taken to trainers with amavasya one day too soon shift to the top ring with Murka beside me pedal off our lethargy answering the call of ratha-bhojana-vrksa amavasya came one day to soon meeting kalarupa at mrga bhavana passing the hidden valley on and on back for the sandhya as the wall clock chimes greeted by Mahamuni’s katha so prime a lion on the chase the nightdress comes to clean up all trace that amavasya came one day too soon once in company of a laughing man two wandered along the early morning street when a butter fluttered by whispering “follow me I’ll get you home” by and by it was to a forest they arrived where all talk is song every step is a dance and on his bamboo flute Sri Giridhari conducts a silly symphony where all the birds trees and creepers sing along in their own ways there Srimati Gandharvika’s sari has sequins that twinkle mesmerizing one to think there are Christmas lights wrapped around her leis of roses and petals are 1derful today with fragrance that raises everyone’s consciousness to new heights all along the big street our rathas glowed skaters had once again left their hill to the dark while Murka and I passed by on our way to the point of the hook seeing the pelicans there ratha bhojana-vrksa calls us all back so Murka and I fly knocking the cobwebs from our minds meeting kalarupa sprinting through the chardonnay street to where the faithful Kumara meets us on the way to sandya then while contemplating the instruction of the phoenix the wise man is checking his watch wondering when the lions will appear all the while the priest behind the curtain is laughing aloud in that way the enjoy like anything through the entire night one brought yellow silk and blue sunflower trim another brought hars mukuts and effulgence for that day the birthday of the flute player who enchants all with his sweet tune roses mint leaves mums and some sage in the leis so this one is I’m a sumanas child for if one offers a sumanas flower at Mahaprabhu’s lotus feet he soon see his last material day all kinds of sadness left behind as Murka and I pedal through days when so many things are wrong so we’ll keep pedaling for ever and ever days in the saddle will keep cobwebs out of our brains and remembering “I’m a sumanas child” pedaling hard on these days of early sunset flashing lights keep vision clear pedalers in their windbreakers keep the last drops of sunlight on their handlebar heeding ratha-bhojana-vrksa’s call meeting kalarupa at mrga bhavana hammering as the beasts rattle on greeted by the bunnies and vijaya the sandhya goes smoothly this evening it’s hiranya kasipu yellow and gold for mangal arati view after enjoying all night long in a circle of friends paint dolphins on another’s chest and dance upon the altar in a teal and orange dress everyone marvels at the rose mum and baby’s breath leis that take them to a trance of increasing love so enhanced starting on the main street follow two accomplished roadies in their traffic defying dance lose them at the stop light up the hospital hill take flight through the treacherous triangle leave the beasts to tangle say hey to Bhakta Blade his kutir is on the trail that today ends at Seymour’s museum and the great blue whale then Murka hears the calling of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa we hammer round the spinner’s church down the beach hill go around the corner see the cruiser king at his perch then Murka wonders if he’ll meet kalarupa under the tree sprinting hard the answer is wait and see coming in for the sandhya the clock chimes in the ninth nightdress enters the rhyme peacock blue and red they’ll dance all night instead of staying quietly in their decorated beds there is way that all of us can leave here the prescription of Guru and Gauranga makes it very clear and being seen by the thakuras in their teal and red with leis so fair roses mums and iris brings a state of bliss there comes the hour when Murka and I must pedal for nothing else we’ll settle so off we go taking flight to be seen by a flashing light ridding on her tiger one says with glee even though your light is flashing you’re hard to see don’t like it Murka asks try this on for size shining a head light in her eyes yes that’s better her reply with the sun going down and the moon coming up ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls come for the sandhya stuff greeted by the sloka slinger while Bhakta Blade performs now it’s once again the laughing lion with sunburst mukuts to lead us into the next day let them dance that way walking by nath mandir ‘twas arati the sank was blowing and a young devotee asked if was true this was from Nrsimhacaturdasi with parrots hiding too on Srimati Gandharvika’s sari came a little closer checking out the leis must have been four dozen roses mixed with leaves spilling over Giridhari’s sleeve but everyone knew the pujari is a flower child pedaled down by the pitch racing the setting sun must have been about thirty beasts on the run a lady rider said to Murka if you pedal through the dark you may be chased down a sufferer came to change with his black wet suit plus neoprene boots to keep his feet warm pedaled round by the sunny cove where the pelicans point ratha-bhojana-vrksa was calling Murka and I home did any of them know it was the sandhya saw Mahamuni at the gate he said welcome home now don’t be late so the celebration began saw a babaji ridding on a horse of different color making his rounds along with ecstatic sounds as if he were talking like a pirate while the thakuras dressed in their emerald and hot pink nightdress of the same name today is odran sasthi and so the story goes the days are not only darker but now they’re getting cold so pujari planning the schedule of winter clothes knowing one day Gurudeva will call us home full rose leis so marvelous full rose leis fragrance permeating every where seeing Giridhari’s turban the devotees are amazed over come with ecstasy they offer so much praise looking for that magic thoroughfare Murka and I go pedaling nearly blown away while watching branches settling profile low seeking out the quarters where the devotees all go hoping to find those in the know floating on the wings of the gale round the hook to the sunny cove on the trail ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls meeting kalarupa where more twigs fall back for ceremony of the bells hammering pell-mell sandman greets with his arms held high then sings in kirtan by and by the lotus nails nightdress working out the stress at first it’s orange or so it seems take a look from a different way it’s green both are true you have no doubt they go out dancing when the light goes out two parrots in Jarikhanda flew to the hand of Mahaprabhu who heard what they had to say the seamstress had this dress made for janmastami day all the colors of the parrots are there with rose and baby’s breath leis floating in the air “it’s been a parade of ‘greatest hits’ outfits this week” exclaimed the leis maker fair pedaling through the village and in the sunny cove going rather quickly to beat the setting sun ratha-bhojana-vrksa is calling come back start hauling passing by the tennis park where the player is on serve going over the first highway taking the sweet curve meeting kalarupa under the famous tree hammering to the asrama where the sandhya is soon to be it’s a miracle mom that this purple nightdress was made so fast they dressed swift but didn’t hurry leaving no reason to worry come and see the season has changed velvet coat for Sri Giridhari is neatly arranged he plays his flute on the simhasana taking the chance to watch devotees dance they come to be seen and sway to and fro hope to receive the mercy he bestows leis of roses and gerberas today allows their dedication to be displayed pedaling the asrama street what kind of people will Murka and I meet so much fun pedaling along and hammering back on the main street each pedaler winks a smile encouraging us to complete the last mile kalarupa waits under that famous tree approaching the asrama where the bunnies hop free sandhya starts with the sound of the shank and ends when the bell is no longer rungk deep within the far off jungle the wind has quieted red olive and white the night will be calm in spite of it thakuras enjoy like anything anticipating the highly awake elevated devotees coming to sing thakuras appearing what thrill come for darsana take your fill it purifies your soul blue yellow and grape, cutty sark dress torch light of knowledge opens my darkend eyes roses lilies and gerberas make the leis gentle smiles lotus eyes pedaling through the windy day hearty folks come to play sufferers on the waves of the bay at the natasala show is coming people say round the corner to the cruiser king opposite side pedaler’s bell rings while ratha-bhojana-vrksa sings meet kalarupa at mrgha bhavana giving a salute they sprint on with the sound of the shank sandhya begins hiranya kasipu from nrsimha caturdasi soft and supple never sassy lying down for only a moment with happiness and grace they go in their pastimes beyond time and space traveling at a speed unknown to man dressed in red white and black Srimati Gandharvika is in the hood coming to the field of the highest bhajana capes and Giridhari’s waistcoat miracle leis of roses leaves and marigolds today season hiding flowers some might not understand what the maker is talking about find ourselves on a narrow path at Seymour’s museum many people and pedalers are there to see him here comes a pack of fixed gear freaks smile and salute not as stuck up as roadies they even speak shows how we’re on the right track near the abhavanamauli the wind in our helmets makes us feel free circling the spinner’s church there’s Bhakta Blade’s kutir just see hear the ratha-bhojana-vrksa’s call sprinting over the beach hill round the corner at the speed of mind quick as possible leaving the team behind that’s kalarupa under the famous tree back to the kusa grass greeted by the bunnies vaikalika and sandhya come to pass synchronicity nightdress at last celebration of Ekadasi will begin at the mangal arati with the singing of the sankirtan party today Srimati Gandharvika’s sari looks like the ocean got that certain flow applied flowers and cloisonné heart let everyone know sing about the good things like the divine love that lights our way or the marigolds and roses that are prominent in the leis when you see this outfit you’ll think the ocean’s lost it’s way pedaling in the sunshine bid farewell to the rain using lights to pedal through the moonshine on these short winter days got to pack my saddlebags our bikes are outside the door it’s getting late got to be back to wake them again at four pedaling with me Murka feels so free wants to pedal a whole lot more maybe even all the live long day used to pedal along the hills but now those hills have washed away so now Murka and I salute the team and the fixed gear freaks there must be twenty at least what a fine way to start meeting kalarupa at the mrga bhavana all the way to the asrama got to hammer on greeted by a teacher at least that’s what she calls herself now to begin the sandhya when devotees will jump up look around finding themselves some fun it’s OPT, Bhakta Blade himself tonight helping them into their nightdress called Baby Blue and white the fire made by Bhakta Blade is raging on outside the curtain everyone will stay warm that’s for certain