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