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