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