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