There's an orange bead smile on Gandharvika's sari
inviting all to the eternal serving mode
and a cape for Mahaprabhu
a turban for Giridhari
some narcissus in the leis
the long winding street stretches away from the asrama door
as Cycle Babble puts on his sunnies
a mischievous smile
isn't all to beautiful
as Srimati Gandharivka sees Mahaprabhu's fun with her mischievous smile
we'll pedal as sweet as a violin
perfect pedal strokes smooth as the bow
aerodynamically bent tucked down low
fixed gear freaks ahead we chase down all the way
from the hook to sunny cove
between the lakes along side the pedalers who've
shed their wintry gear for now
the pelicans point the way home as ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls
we'll be back for sandhya after all
by the windmill there's a waiter on skates
who nods to the campa hatta where fran the puspa man awaits
the marcedo de los pulgas is empty and free
meet kalarupa under the famous tree
sprinting back bunny hoping the gate
right up to the mandir sandhya won't be late
in the evening is it tomorrow or just
purple and green with silver causes
us all to want to fall in their lotus pollen dust
zigzagging along
the motif in the outfits today
purple and electric lime taking devotee's breath away
like a serpent the truth comes in a crooked way
devotees relish the smell
of roses narcissus and stock in the leis
made with an artistic eye so well
pedaling along
the new year almost a month old
as Cycle Babble and I float along main street
we're treated to the sight of a Christmas tree
dropping needles in the yard
we chuckle aloud
“only 296 shopping days 'till Christmas!”
pedalers are out of their winter gear
a fixed pedaler passes us making it clear
he's on his way to an important class
once again we have to laugh
as the ratha-bhojana-vrksa is call us home
to the sandhya zone
meeting kalarupa at the mrga bhavana
we keep sprinting along
and it's only the seva
that makes us so strong
in the evening it's a miracle mom
that keeps Murka singing his song
starting out an Indian girl
back in Navadvipa
took a journey to the side of rodeo creek
where the sun is shining
people are so golden
now she's got flowers in her hair
Gurudeva says she's become an American there
with Mahaprabhu in smoky blue
purple dhoti and coat for Giridhari
hairdresser thought Srimati Gandharvika was in blue too
seamstress said there would be a tiara as her belt
name “miss america” was heart felt
seamstress thought “whoa whoa whoa”
leis today are orchids roses with odds and ends
made simply with help from all our friends
navigating by a falling star
so long Cycle Babble and I are steering away from the rain
all the while dodging the cars
pedaling along keeps us sane
the wind blows free between us pair
saffron sandal in the air
ratha-bhojana-vrska calls us back there
to meet kalarupa where
the mrga come together on a dare
and we hammer to the asrama gate
sandhya starts on a close play at the plate
now the thakuras dress for rest
“deep within the far off jungle” is the name of this dress
where they've danced every night this week
coming in for mangal arati
ganga yamuna
lunar eclipse on Gaura Purnima
people are going to bathe in the river
when the lion arises in the sky
and they sing out Gaura Hari
the golden avatar has come
call it Nadia Sasadhara
gold chodder and sash for Mahaprabhu
vest for Giridhari and cummerbund too
belt with a star on Gandarvika's hip is what's new
moon looks to be holding a rabbit when it's full
so Mahaprabhu is called Nadia Sasadhara
pedaling where the trees and flowers are
the team of racers leads us through the lion's park
chasing the skaters off of their hill
lets Cycle Babble and I know we're out for a lark
while it strengthens our will
the opals are watching the sufferers change
into wetsuits to ride the waves range
sun is lasting longer at the cove
but between the lakes the pelicans point the way home
even though we go on
soon ratha-bhojana-vrksa is issuing it's call
around the natasala through treacherous triangle
even though the beasts tangle
we sneak through
meeting kalarupa while the sky is still blue
bunny hoping the chain
mahamuni welcomes us again
and sandhya begins
hirany kasipu is the nightdress
putting cupid to the test
he can't attract anyone
as they do on and on
the way mangal arati takes everyone beyond

At the end of the first week of the new year
came Puspa abhisekha with Radha in the hood just hear
how the thakuras wore their capes of red
with leis of roses and gerbera daisies ocean of bliss all the devotees said
nextcameSue ‘Nila mango yellow and beautiful blue
full rose leis with a fresh take on the mukuts worked out well it’s true
pink and purple from a Guru Maharaja’s vyasa puja
mukuts the same for Gandharvika and Mahaprabhu
but the turban for Giridhari has a new wrinkle or two
following the angels like our Guru Maharaja is the way out of here
say the rsis from their pages
green and yellow today
with mums daisies and roses for the leis
on lucky 13 Saint Patrick’s Easter came fashionably late
teacher says “hey wait for me
my students must see
the new dress and the celebration arati”
leis of roses leaves and mums
purple stoles let you know that our Gaura Purnima is near
when Saint Patrick comes
so the teacher lets his students know
on his vyasa puja day
make a dress for the thakuras in white gold and yellow let your imagination play
rose fragrance from the leis
made by the seamstress in the topmost loving way
then one of olive and yellow
a word game saw one of Guru Maharaja’s sutras squeezed together
giving Murka inspiration for the name diet olive
message of surrender that he came to give
do they have one yellow and red asked the young devotee
bless her pointy head
a potpourri of flowers come together in the leis
what a maker to combine them in that way
at the moment of birth and in the jotish cakra too
a blue ribbon personality with take birth we all know it’s true
leis of spray roses that reach out over to come into view
her eyes are green or so the rsis say
pink and white with just a touch of green to
remind us of her eyes and gentle smile
the second ekadasi day the thakuras come
with their colors everywhere and new done hair
a new maker’s first attempt to match the flowers to what they wear
a 1derful first start
at stroke of midnight Srila Guru Maharaja came down
take a look at the door
stand and make sure
no ghosts disguised as cats
enter trying to cause havoc
like the frosting on a cake
effulgence with little icicles reflecting light into their darkened eyes
Hockey players glide over the ice
dressed in teal and chocolate brown
verse from Bhagavad Gita fits so well need to read it twice
“among fishes I am the shark” thakur’s clothes same colors as the team from this town
mums roses and sumanas flowers in the leis
wrapping around their bending forms
fragrance intoxicating
how nicely they’re adorned
“among fishes I am the shark”
meeting friends on Cyrus’ highway
talking about how cleverest to play
the lion’s park is empty
just enough drops to keep the people out
on top of the hill a few hardy skaters no doubt
there Cycle Babble and I take off for the point
while the ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls out come back please
meet kalarupa hammer to the asrama with ease
welcomed by the kernel of divine love
the sandhya begins as flowers shower from above
the touch that kills
from Nrsimha caturdasi it tops the bill
dance all night
then at mangal arati spirits take flight
oh today’s dress is sure to raise a smile
red silk and seed bead peacock feathers
you can see it’s got a Vrndavan style
with mukuts made to match
roses and gerberas in the leis fine as any other
fragrance drifts out and seems to hover
taking it’s place in the recesses of your mind
pedaling out the team ahead moves like a well oiled machine
following behind Cycle Babble and I are a pair like they’ve not seen
the sand from the hook is caught in the crank
have to be cleaned out now
sweat breaks on Cycle Babble’s brow
ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls out
meet kalarupa under the tree the eucalyptus is the cypress’ brother
back to the asrama high five Vijaya
sandhya is celebrated by Murka the rover
in the evening the nightdress is the laughing lion
yellow flower boarder around the cloth o At the end of the first week of the new year
came Puspa abhisekha with Radha in the hood just hear
how the thakuras wore their capes of red
with leis of roses and gerbera daisies ocean of bliss all the devotees said
nextcameSue 'Nila mango yellow and beautiful blue
full rose leis with a fresh take on the mukuts worked out well it's true
pink and purple from a Guru Maharaja's vyasa puja
mukuts the same for Gandharvika and Mahaprabhu
but the turban for Giridhari has a new wrinkle or two
following the angels like our Guru Maharaja is the way out of here
say the rsis from their pages
green and yellow today
with mums daisies and roses for the leis
on lucky 13 Saint Patrick's Easter came fashionably late
teacher says “hey wait for me
my students must see
the new dress and the celebration arati”
leis of roses leaves and mums
purple stoles let you know that our Gaura Purnima is near
when Saint Patrick comes
so the teacher lets his students know
on his vyasa puja day
make a dress for the thakuras in white gold and yellow let your imagination play
rose fragrance from the leis
made by the seamstress in the topmost loving way
then one of olive and yellow
a word game saw one of Guru Maharaja's sutras squeezed together
giving Murka inspiration for the name diet olive
message of surrender that he came to give
do they have one yellow and red asked the young devotee
bless her pointy head
a potpourri of flowers come together in the leis
what a maker to combine them in that way
at the moment of birth and in the jotish cakra too
a blue ribbon personality with take birth we all know it's true
leis of spray roses that reach out over to come into view
her eyes are green or so the rsis say
pink and white with just a touch of green to
remind us of her eyes and gentle smile
the second ekadasi day the thakuras come
with their colors everywhere and new done hair
a new maker's first attempt to match the flowers to what they wear
a 1derful first start
at stroke of midnight Srila Guru Maharaja came down
take a look at the door
stand and make sure
no ghosts disguised as cats
enter trying to cause havoc
like the frosting on a cake
effulgence with little icicles reflecting light into their darkened eyes
Hockey players glide over the ice
dressed in teal and chocolate brown
verse from Bhagavad Gita fits so well need to read it twice
“among fishes I am the shark” thakur's clothes same colors as the team from this town
mums roses and sumanas flowers in the leis
wrapping around their bending forms
fragrance intoxicating
how nicely they're adorned
“among fishes I am the shark”
meeting friends on Cyrus' highway
talking about how cleverest to play
the lion's park is empty
just enough drops to keep the people out
on top of the hill a few hardy skaters no doubt
there Cycle Babble and I take off for the point
while the ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls out come back please
meet kalarupa hammer to the asrama with ease
welcomed by the kernel of divine love
the sandhya begins as flowers shower from above
the touch that kills
from Nrsimha caturdasi it tops the bill
dance all night
then at mangal arati spirits take flight
oh today's dress is sure to raise a smile
red silk and seed bead peacock feathers
you can see it's got a Vrndavan style
with mukuts made to match
roses and gerberas in the leis fine as any other
fragrance drifts out and seems to hover
taking it's place in the recesses of your mind
pedaling out the team ahead moves like a well oiled machine
following behind Cycle Babble and I are a pair like they've not seen
the sand from the hook is caught in the crank
have to be cleaned out now
sweat breaks on Cycle Babble's brow
ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls out
meet kalarupa under the tree the eucalyptus is the cypress' brother
back to the asrama high five Vijaya
sandhya is celebrated by Murka the rover
in the evening the nightdress is the laughing lion
yellow flower boarder around the cloth of cyan
dance like anything
just before Govardhana puja
in the month of Kartik
a new outfit was being made for vyasa puja
nila aruna and syama LIVE in the arena of pure consciousness
with mukuts from Vrndavana with parrots in a colorful sunburst
the leis are being made from roses, petals and fun flowers
that charge the atmosphere
taking us beyond our tears
while outside fixed gear freaks are searching the trails
on campus smooth as brail
heeding the ratha-bhojana-vrksa's call
we head back for the sandhya ball
kalarupa awaits the hammering to the asrama gate
they arrive at an astonishing rate
the sandya is starting
the night begins with the orange panel skirt
and continues to the mangal arati
dancing and dancing under the stars

Meanwhile back in the month of Padmanabha
Guru Maharaja's vyasa puja was next to come
Seamstress looked at Srimati Gandharvika's skirt
according to plan it was done
describing it to murka pujari
before it was unveiled to the devotee society
she was concerned it might look like
it was going up too far or too limp
so far from expectations
of how she wanted it to be
making a sound that caused Murka to laugh
leis today of roses and petals
simply amazing! Exclaimed one and all
as I take off for pedaling joined by Cycle Babble
we began a spin with jotish at the ready
to keep peace with all the beasts
when the sun had gone away
so they don't come after the two pedalers on the run
as we cross the sunny cove to the harbor
we see all those out to play
seeing how other pedalers have also shed winter gear today
going about in a streamlined way
crossing the natasala line hoping to leave the dark behind
but still the daylight fades as the hour chimes
stealing colors from our eyes
we show the jotish to compensate for the setting sun
now the ratha-bhojana-vrksa call is clear
in it's present tense
so now Cycle Babble takes leave
as if he's the only pedaler with that sense
going away through the narrow lane
in the treacherous triangle plane
joining kalarupa at the mrga bhavana
they hammer on
to be welcomed by the bunnies
as well as wunderkind reading the funnies
in the nightdress asking the question
is it tomorrow or just the end of time
the thakuras dancing enjoyment is so prime
the butter fluttered by and said
“take me in hand I'll get you home
it's to a forest I will take you
where every bird beast and tree
is a unique personality”
upon arriving we saw those words were true
for all the forest had become a symphony
playing silly little tunes
all conducted by Griidhari's bamboo flute
and even Srimati Gandhravika's sari
covered in sequins twinkling like Christmas lights
topped by her mukut of gold jari
leis 3derful of roses, mums and bells of green hue
pedaling in the afternoon how much fun for us to see
it was to the hook and opal beach
sufferer thakura within reach
lighthouse and steamer's alley
behind a pace line Cycle Babble and I staged a rally
catching up to their wheels
one for the highlight reel
at beach hill there is new construction
where once were scores of mountain me
they've now slipped into reduction
disappearing inside the high rise
down to the natasala
and treacherous triangle
where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls
about how the people of faith need Cycle Babble to haul
back for vaikalika offering
later in the evening it's a miracle mom
the quickness the seamstress was able to rely on
pulling this one together in twelve nights or even less
purple and gold
purple and gold
we'll leave the ordinary out in the cold
with the winter season here
warmer outfits appear
silver panels in this skirts rupa
puffed out by a sturdy hoop
parrot belt and “shake sharped earrings” for Sri Giridhari
tosses memory back to the Janmastami party
this one came with Mahaprabhu in white kirta and purple dhoti
now the flowers try to hide
so each day's a campa hatti ride
petals leaves and funny things
give the leis a special zing
purple pink and yellow above
maker called them “leis of love”
following a pace line that enfolds us
pedalers so strong and race fit
pull us over the first highway
sprinting untiring selves
through the sunny cove and between the lakes
soon they disappear off in the distance
while Cycle Babble and I spin in their slipstream
hearing ratha-bhojana-vrksa calling
pedaling right past the fixed gear folks
and the Mercado de las pulgas
round the southland to check Cyrus' thoroughfare
talk with a few friends we find there
then meeting kalarupa at the mrga bhavana
indefatigably sprinting to the kusa grass and beyond
where the Kernel of divine love greets Cycle Babble
with “isn't too dark for you to travel?”
he answers by flashing his jotish into his eyes
till the Kernel is satisfied
black brown and red outline
designs of a Phoenix are so fine
for dancing all night long
while the flute plays the raga all night long
dressed the thakuras in this beige outfit
made the devotees think of the foam on ghee
rusty colored flowers with avocado green leaves
rusty orange effulgence over their heads
leis of roses and petals folded
yellow ones looked like butter too
murka showed petals during arati
while devotees looked on with glee
wispy chiffon chodders floated lightly
as they danced swirling free
pedaling out to beat the darkness
first corner marks a mile
the team in training offers inspiration
as Cycle Babble and I keep up they turn to smile
whoa going by the lion's park
the jotish dispels the dark
skaters atop their hill
pirouette in front of beasts for a quick thrill
sprinting faster to the hook
on to the sunny cove for one last look
pelicans pointing the way home
while the ratha-bhojana-vrksa is chanting om
going over the first highway
getting back before the last light of day
meeting kalarupa under the famous tree
breaking to a hammer Cycle Babble gets back on count of three
it's wunderkind to do the greeting with a healthy grin
shank blows as stars appear the sandhya begins
oh the thakuras have had a busy day
now their day clothes are put away
soft yellow silk with gold trim
the nightdress called Hiranya Kasipu again
they dance away the over night
till mangal arati when they bring all for their sight

Look closely
you'll see them
the hidden parrots
all around Srimati Gandharvika's sari
look there's one on Mahaprabhu's belt now
like the two he heard talk in the forest
look again at the leis of roses and mums
even a couple of sumanas
flowers made their way
in to today's leis
let them form thoughts inside your head
soon they'll take over
you may remember nothing else
out with the pace line
they let Murka and I chase them
catch up to them round the sunny cove
between the lakes to the natasala where people wait in droves
soon comes the darkness
it will creep up on us
take the colors from sight
give more chance for the beasts and Murka and I to fuss
in the approaching night
be back before the darkness
the sandhya begins minutes after susnset
returning Bhakta Blade is the greeter
and he helps them into marakatamani puri
while the devotee is riding on a horse
of a different color talking like a pirate of course
while Murka dresses the small thakuras in the same
taking them off to bed at the end of the night's game
today Mahaprabhu's orange and white remind of cream sickle
seeing that fun gives Srimati Gandharvika a tickle
when she shows her mischievous smile
full rose leis are high on the dial
all the devotees get to remember this fun for a while
when our afternoon trip comes down the curvy miles
over the first highway with the team
when we go over a bit too fast
the whole lot of us feel like we've become free
at the hook and sunny cove it's easy to see
the pelicans point the way to the
evening sandhya of the day
kalarupa is at the mrga bhavana
heading for the kusa grass putting a good hammer on
nurse maid greets along with Kumara
the celebration takes us all far
adbhuta singha the lotus nails are out tonight
their glance will assure us to go on and not take flight
the peacocks were swooning
on a very old backdrop
then the seamstress took them out
put them in a new dress
to be first seen
when the curtain opened on Gaura Purnima
leis of roses and petals
combined with care and attention
following the thakura’s forms each lei settles
gently in position
oldest of all but in a new dress
this afternoon pedaling about
without a doubt
behind the fixed gears
between the lakes with no fears
of geese or sufferers
outside the natasala people in line
as the ratha-bhojana-vrksa’s call chimed
brought Murka to the sandhya
to meet kalarupa at the holler
showing the way to the kusa grass he would foller
greeted by the bunnies hoping away
ceremony of the bells was about to play
in the orange purple and white
the thakuras danced through the night
waiting for the mangal arati
when the devotees would come to be
seen to start their day off right
Giridhari is such a smooth dancing actor
count the mirrors on his chodder
frolicking in the pasture with the cowherd boys
when can I meet with such a day
roses and mums flow together
leaves will help to make them longer
see the wonderful leis made even better by the thakura’s touch
today Murka and I met a pedaler
said his name was cycle babble
took us for an adventure
where the team was going upwards like they were racing
while we were going down direction they were facing
both as happy as could be
cycle babble sang us a song of what more we could see
herons standing under the boardwalk bridge
while the gulls looked down from the ridge
as the trail stopped the three were in Saint Dagwood’s park
hearing the ratha-bhojana-vrksa’s call to get back before dark
sprinting past the fixed gear freaks and cruisers in a special way
sneaking through the treacherous triangle on a busy day
the house of choc-o-lot watches the play
through the hospital lot
past the campa hatti spot
frank the puspa walla
waves and lets out the holler
come in for the leis
our puspa is sure to bring praise
kalarupa waits under the cypress tree
sprinting with thoughts running free
to the lotus feet of the Deity
who is dressing in the white red and olive
deep within the far off jungle with so many blessings to give
when the devotees assemble to dance away their cares
the ganga and yamuna have been flowing together
from the north to the south
the east to the west
in every town and every village
yamuna is silver ganga is gold
now they’re together in this Gaura Purnima dress
when the moon looks like it’s holding a hare
going home? Guru and Gauranga have come to take you there
with jari mukuts and coordinated hars
mums and rose leis whose fragrance goes far
if you’re going home Guru and Gauranga will take you there
pedaling the winding street to Mahamuni’s post box
through the lion’s park up skater’s hill where their stunts really rock
down by the hook where the opals are
cruisers meander while Murka and I are following the stars
between the lakes the geese all honk
we’re still hoping not to “bonk”
at the natasala people are counting down
a new beginning arriving in town
taking leave Murka heads back to ratha-bhojana-vrksa’s song
hammering through the triangle the choc-o-lot house
is quiet as a mouse
campa hatti bids farewell to puspa man
marcedo de las pulgas is hawking bread and jam
kalarupa waits under the famous tree
as Murka approaches with left hand waving free
the sprint begins to become fast
soon they’re at the kusa grass
jumping the chain Murka high fives
smiling Vijaya
the bells will soon be ringing as they do
for the sunset celebration after the shank gives the cue
now the evening dress is on it’s called Hiranya Kasipu
soft and subtle yellow gold for the mangal arati view
they dance the night away
enjoy like anything spreading their affectionate ray
now on this the beginning of the year
with winter on the run be of good cheer
puspa effulgence, mukuts and hars
brought out by the broad blue puspa braid in the trim
leis of roses and mums with gerberas to shy to face the world
with the ringing of the arati bells
devotees join together before the thakuras
to praise the name “I’m a sumanas child” from the puspas it goes
seven pedalers together in the pace line
soon Murka and I join in behind
taking advantage of the afternoon returning sun
playing beside the sufferers, cruisers, joggers and geese on the run
between the lakes and driftwood
over the bridge on the harbor to natasala as we should
round the corner to the cruiser king
fixed gear freak goes by as his bell rings
house of choc-o-lot that talks-a-lot
the treacherous triangle is it’s own plot
along the bright sea to the tennis park
late afternoon already starting to get dark
meeting kalarupa Murka starts to sprint
the creek gives a hint
that kusa grass is coming soon
young lady greets Murka under the waxing moon
vaikalika seva is on the way
in the ninth this evening
with the red blue and purple gleaming
when mangala arati comes round
devotees will be attracted by the sound
of kirtan sweet kirtan to relieve all distress
let him enter your heart
soon he’ll take the whole thing
sankirtana is the medicine
for the iron age
red and nearly turquoise blue
it’ll save all by the grace of sri guru
leis of roses and gerberas in place
still a bit timid to show their face
pedaling in the new year
sunny cove coming up the opals fading in the rear
the harbor is full of boats
the people at the natasala have put on coats
ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls out to Murka to return
he puts on the hammer as we adjourn
meeting kalarupa under the famous tree
crossing the chain the kernel of divine love is there to see
sandhya starts promptly before the stars come out
Bhakta Blade is there to solve the nightdress doubt
Baby blue is true choice
they dance while all the devotees rejoice
in jarikhanda forest
sweet smelling flowering plants
all the animals dancing with Mahaprabhu
in his ecstasy tears drench his orange clothes
today a cape with vest
forty pieces in Srimati Gandharvika’s sari
from Gaura Purnima
leis of roses and mums
center an orange mum with yellow sun rise
causing spirits to fly to new height
pedaling the main street through the southland
till a beast pulled a no look dish
nearly got a Murka in his trunk
“they don’t even see me and I ride this giant”
one beast herder said
oh it made me wonder what could be going through his head
skaters coming down from their hill
also racing the dark for an extra thrill
the opals are staying home
while the ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls for an end to this roam
following how the pelicans point past the tennis park
still racing the impending dark
from over the bridge kalarupa waits under the famous tree
with lights blazing Murka becomes so easy to see
greeted by the kernel of divine love once again
sounding the shank sandhya begins
then in red mango yellow and blue
thakuras are ready for rest this night
ekadasi comes as the moon is getting bright