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