talks of Vradavana lila are so very high
like the ones heard by Mahaprabhu
from the parrots who flew down from the tree branch in the sky
parrots on Giridhari's cape and the chodder of Mahaprabhu
even Srimati Gandharvika's sari is covered with them too
leis of stock daisies and rose
touched their knees and stretched almost all the way to their toes
pedaling in the afternoon
through the lion's park and up skater's hill
where they move to their own tune
then Cycle Babble and i darted to the bay
seeing tourists all along the way
beach cruisers become cones to circle around
to the sunny cove where we hear the ratha-bhojana-vrksa sound
crossing the harbor bridge near the tennis park
taking the right at natasala hoping to be back in the sandy well before the dark
kalarupa ferries Cycle Babble to the ashram gate
where he sees the bunnies jump away so celebration won't be late
synchronicity nightdress before ekadasi
mango for Mahaprabhu
a cape for Giridhari who's in yellow
with a red boarder on her sari Gandharvika wears blue
enjoying like anything from when Murka turns out the light
up to when day begins anew
ekadasi was coming
saw it written on the wall
it said the name is bhaimi
come be seen by the thakuras in the kirtan hall
in their mango red and blue clothes
with flowers all over the light and airy mesh
still more flowers above their heads in effulgence
no since in not inviting everyone
with this darsana cannot but want to go home
leis of stock and roses and daisies white as foam
so Cycle Babble and i took a journey
to the hook by the sea
through the lion's park up skater's hill where their style is free
they ask as we pass hey man what's your plan
where you going to go
suntan coming back pedaling between them to and fro
on down under the first highway sprinting to sunny cove
we try to follow the team just can't seem to keep up
over the harbor, tennis park, natasala curser king's shop
then the ratha-bhojana-vrksa called us back
sandy is coming soon got to stay on track
the kalarupa meets Cycle Babble under the famous tree
and as he passes kalarupa shouts out "wait for me"
the kernel of divine love welcomes him
as Murka blows the shank and the ceremony begins
bronze and black with red accents are the word
occasionally you can see the form of a bird
while the wise man contemplates the order of the phoenix
devotees consult their watch
wondering where the lion is
hearing all this fun the priest behind the curtain
laughs right out loud
this golden color
and the rusty boarder
with the rusty and avocado flowers
remind me constantly
of the color of the foam on ghee
thakuras are so merciful they won't let us forget them
darsana with them in the color of the foam on ghee
the leis of 1derfully folded petals and whole roses
makes our hearts wish to serve you evermore
pedaling along main street
past Mahamuni's post box complete
with the lion's park clean and neat
with memory of the color of the foam on ghee
up the skater's hill
in the warn afternoon boys giving the beasts a chill
among the opals around between the lakes
sufferers ride the waves while geese quake
the natasala has people in line
ratha-bhojana-vrksa is calling in a voice fine
pelicans point the way past marcedo de las pulgas
meeting kalarupa fast
sprinting to the gate
the kernel can't wait
to see Cycle Babble once again
the shank blows and sandhya begins
yellow and gold hiranya kasipu
the nightdress so lovely to view
soon as Murka turns out the light
the thakuras go out dancing all through the night
the philosopher says if i were to believe in god
he must be dancing
doc must know a thing or two about the controller
with a blue flower pushed over
his left ear he is quite enchanting
he'll be there one minute and then slip away
mauve with yellow, purple and mirrors
with rose flowers with a few zinnias
and daisies that sit on Giridhari's shoulder
and look up to him from the leis
near Mahamunis' post box
we hit the lion's park
the skaters on their hill working out till the dark
on to the village where the sufferers speak their slang
while the waves listen
along the wharf Cycle Babble and i see the white caps glisten
ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls out come back home
with the handlebar in his hand Cycle Babble is in the zone
sprinting to meet kalarupa under his famous tree
jamming by the mrga bhavana breaking free
greeted by Mahamuni
sandhya starts as Murka sounds the shank
then in the evening "the touch that kills"
nightdress from when Nrsimhadeva turned Hiranya Kasipu to chills
red chinese silk with roses
cream chodder and veil supposes
they'll take rest with covers pulled up to their noses
once at dharma kestra
at the end of a holy battle
Srimati Gandharvika was in the hood
where Krsna needed the most service
that made it the field of the highest bhajana
today's red capes and Srimati Gandharvika's hood
white dhotis and sari with black trim
leis short but not too heavy to wear
remind all of how Arjuna "i shall not fight" declared
in the afternoon before the raindrops
Cycle Babble and i took a good long ride
pedaling out to where the cove is sunny
beats staying in to listen to the rain drops soak the bunnies
the tennis park is empty no one against the drops
even the harbor sees the boats are in their docks
no one in line at the natasala
round the corner to see the cruiser king
through the treacherous triangle hearing ratha-bhojana-vrksa sing
over the first highway glancing at the pan handler walla
meeting kalarupa at mrga bhavana
spinning as the drops fall on and on
the kernel of divine love says "hey"
Murka begins the sandhya with the song of the blue jay
observing the necklaces with their lions
gives Murka an excuse to laugh till cryin
the deep blue defined by yellow boarder
they dance in the ecstatic quarter
make the thakuras an outfit
white yellow and gold
give Giridhari a turban and cape
crystal mukuts for Gandhravika and Mahaprabhu
have it ready for vyasa pug day
devotees will be calling from across the universe
with their love and words of praise
call this outfit across the universe
it'll be done by vyasa puja day
all kinds of flowers are gathered together
but still there's a need for an early morning run
to gather a few more make the leis more fun
gerberas on Giridhari's shoulder looking up into his eyes
toe tickler for Mahaprabhu Gandharvika's makes a heart ki jay!
in spite of the rain Cycle Babble and i take to the saddle
a few little sprinkles won't get us rattled
many's the day when we've gotten wet
but we keep pedaling for ever no matter the weather we haven't melted yet
come on we're peddlers we pedal over the main street each day
fixed gear freaks and errand runners in the afternoon sunshine
still need to avoid the early evening's shade line
heeding the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa by spinning ahead
meeting kalarupa at mrga bhavana showing how we've heard what they said
crossing the gate at the ashram the bunnies hop to and fro
the wunderkind is there waving 'hello'
get ready for the sandhya Murka sounds the shank and kartalas play
then in the evening Prahlad-a-dad nightdress as the day is put away
orange with panel skirt for Srimati Gandharvika
vest and sash of Giridhari simple dhoti and chodder on Mahaprabhu
dancing away the night or what ever they do
laughing joking
friendly talking
pressing cleverness' limits
when one's face turned
painting dolphins in water sports
Murka explains it's cause the colors
teal and orange are like a football team
on this Janmastami it makes it a lot of fun
with leis today of full roses
free verse style
Giridhari's has a toe tickler wrapped between his ankle
and his toes
pedaling talking
with someone out dog walking
also very clever
to do that while chasing down a pace line
of fixed gear freaks
right in the middle of main street
their messenger antics
turning three-sixties in the air
and each one's completely new
in it's panoramic view
while making their way
through the village between the lakes through sunny cove along the way
tennis park is on the right
the score is tight
and over harbor bridge
comes the ridge that leads to Saint Dagwood's park
around the corner is the cruiser king
when ratha-bhojana-vrksa begins to sing
calling Cycle Babble and i back to home
with the house that taught choc-o-lot
to cover strawberries-a-lot
on the left is rob a bank
someday
someone may
do as the name suggests
but we come to the famous tree
where kalarupa is waiting to see
how fast we can all get back
hop the gate
where Vijaya waits
to welcome us home and make sure
Murka doesn't start the celebration late
then the hour for the nightdress
has arrived
green with silver and a purple accent
asking is it tomorrow or just the end of time
and so we see another day has come to end
of fun and games
showing the limit of cleverness
have you seen the the thakuras in this deep forest green
with the elegant black and silver sheen
they sit and over see all
from their simhasana
they serve nectar into the devotees hearts
through the agency of Srila Guru Maharaja
chanting "Gaura Hari bol"
he makes their creepers grow
there's so much fun seeing the parsley sage rosemary and time
the thakuras dance all through the day
leis of roses and petals intwined in their forms
flowers are blooming all winter long
pedaling through the afternoon
chasing behind some cruisers catching up so soon
neither the hills nor the beasts can keep us apart
we hear them talking as between the beasts they continue to dart
each one waves as Cycle Babble and i pass
round the sunny cove on this warm day how long will this false spring last
at the natasala they stand in line
even across the street into the next car park they don't seem to mind
turning the corner where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa's call can be heard
getting back for the sandhya is the word
meeting kalarupa at the mrga bhavana
moving up to a sprint they slow for a fawn
hoping the fence Murkha is already ringing the bells
with incense in the air to smell
Mahamuni is the greeter smiling"faster"
being quick we bow before the master
a lion on the chase purple with a green accent
now that the day has come and went
the thakuras are dressed for the night
dancing under the full moon bright
five o'clock in the morning mangal arati begins soon
Murka went down to wake the lord
lighting the fire and opening the door
the people sing in the kirtan
eight o'clock in the morning
bathing and dressing the thakuras begins
in an outfit that was made for a janmastami day
sunlight creeping over the "gupta Govardhana" hill
Srimati Gandhavika's skirt would look shriveled
so the seamstress added hoops to puff it out
Giridhari has a cummerbund and paneled chodder
matching Srimati Gandharvika's skirt
leis of flowers from frank the puspa man
combine as best they can
with the purple and red cloth with silver trim
with this darsana people spirits raise into a grin
taking off in the afternoon on the winding street
Cycle Babble and i are no sure who'll we'll meet
round the bend there's a commuter right on time
every day he takes a similar line
over main street a couple of cruisers back from the beach
keeping their suffering boards within easy reach
near the field of the clank of the aluminum bat
a fixed gear freak pedaling along with pirate flag for a hat
in Saint Dagwood's park there's a drum circle going all afternoon
playing a catchy tune
then above it all
comes that familiar ratha-bhojana-vrska call
for the memory of a swami who departed in a peaceful way
the day he left was two before Saraswati Thakura's birthday
so Cycle Babble and i went spinning back
through the treacherous triangle staying on track
passing the marcedo de las pulgas
meeting kalarupa under the tree
winding again up the street followed by Mahamuni
cross the gate and Murka begins again the ceremony
dressing themselves in a simple way
red olive trimming the white
"deep within the far off jungle" they dance all night
while the near full moon is right
cloudy overcast today
early dew and mist cover the ground
thakuras are about to appear
curtain will open when the conch sounds
they're in an outfit from Gaura Purnima that removes all fear
they have a smile from last night's kesar kela khir
you can understand the seamstress covers her ears
when people ask the name so she won't hear
with surya puspa mukuts and effulgence
over the yellow with sumanas flowers on blue boarder
leis of daffodils, zinnias full rose & petals
swinging as they dance wondering where they will settle
doesn't the distance go by fast
both Cycle Babble and i have taken it all in
keeping up with the pace line is no small task
with their high tech equipment
we carry on through the lion's park
to the top of skater's hill on our usual lark
they pirouette and jump into the air
shaking their dreadlocks hair
impressive but Cycle Babble and i go on
to the village and the hook beyond
hammering between the lakes betwixt the cruisers
with boards at their sides for the time they can be choosers
the natasala has a show for the chinese new year
the dragon comes here
around the corner their king sits upon his throne
in the background comes ratha-bhojana-vrksa's call to come home
by the house of choc-o-lot
the line is taught
still we sneak through
a team of fixed gear freaks decked out in red white and blue
is on the left so we salute
next we meet kalarupa and take the usual route
passing through the gate
wunderkind awaits
conch sounds as Murka begins the sunset celebration
Hiranya Kasipu is the nightdress sensation
soft and supple makes it good for playing through the evening
though in the Krsna paksa the moon is still beaming
in the morning arati when devotees see mercy will be streaming
the forest animals are dancing
people are digging up the roads
when Mahaprabhu kicks a tiger Balabadra begins to shiver
thinks "now we are finished"
but Mahaprabhu got him to chant
there are forty pieces in Srimati Gandharvika's skirt
orange with pale blue
a cape for Mahaprabhu
walking through the forest of Jarikandha
his clothes were wet from his own tears
peacock mukuts and effulgence
leis with mums roses and narcissus
the temple is full of their fragrance
and there are forty pieces in Srimati Gandharvika's skirt
pedaling the winding road on an overcast day
february's chill still in the air
Cycle Babble and i once in wind breaker gear
there's a fixed gear freak with his wheels painted
"look at the hot pink wheels" some one says
he rolls his eyes so loud that you can hear them
then pedals off in cloud of slush
sufferers are balanced on the big waves cutting through the ocean
performing so many extreme moves
they think they'll be able to go on forever
not going to have to grow old
spinning around the hook to the sunny cove
not so many there today
as we hear the ratha-bhojana-vrksa's famous call
Cycle Babble knows it's time to haul
all the way to the mrga bhavana
where he meets kalarupa and they hammer on
as far as they can to the ashram
where they have to jump the chain
Wunderkind is there to welcome them
home again for the vaikalika service
Murka is ready to polish off the rust
in the evening it's in the ninth
a nightdress from vyasa puja
red purple green and deep blue
wait till mangal arati for a view
this outfit came in a bag marked "pills" for the thakuras that are small
for the taller thakuras the seamstress didn't say anything at all
that's what Murka says and you know he's off the wall
if you notice the mukuts are created to match
the seamstress will be happy you've made the catch
leis of narcissus and sumanas flowers
the fragrance fills the nath mandir for hours
pedaling through the main street over the first highway
passing the navapatra chasing fixed gear freaks between the drops as they play
through the harbor to the natasala taking leave at the shop
Cycle Babble jams along like he's never going to stop
when someone from the mahatattva jumps up to tell him where to go
he says "ratha-bhojana-vrksa has given me the call"
so it's through the treacherous triangle it's the best show
through the parking lot to avoid the fall
meeting kalarupa at the mrga bhavana while the evening sky is turning red
greeted by the Kernel of Divine Love who said
take the thakuras feet dust on your head
baby blue tonight
while Mahaprabhu and Srimati Gandharvika have mostly blue
Giridhari's skin is the same hue
so he asks the question should a blue cowherd boy wear white
hey look which outfit's on the calendar
wow it's Sue Nila vasana
a beautiful blue dress
thakuras get into something real nice today
a sari for Srimati Gandharvika brought back by Mahamuni
they're wearing the surya puspa mukuts so roomy
rose and daffodil leis with petals make them long
they follow the their bodies like the lyrics of a song
sunny day right for pedaling away
going under the big byway
up to the village seeing the skaters play
among the tourists caught up in the fray
even Cycle Babble and i catch up the rays
along the opal beach to the cove
after rounding the corner to the natasala pelicans point the way home
while ratha-bhojana- vrksa calls out shrill
Cycle Babble pedals hard for the thrill
back to the ashram rapid as the wind
Murka begins the ceremony for his three top most friends
on a horse of a different color
the babaji enters Marakatamani purr
talking like a pirate
hotter than hot pink with emerald green accents
it's the end of the day when everyone should fold up their tents
remember when this outfit was first put on
Mahaprabhu's turban
and bangle with the superstar
it still shines on
Giridhari's inverted pleats
seamstress' feat
floating on the cool breeze
it brought on the praises of everyone present
how Srimati Gandharvika's sari shown like the sun
it still shines on
full rose leis put on just at noon
the week of the full moon
it still shines on
such cool windy day
but Cycle Babble and i are out anyway
following the pace line who pedal with such precision
as if on a steel rail
pedaling round the hook seeing the visions
of peddlers in wintery gear once again
between the lakes they're building up bon fires
confusing all who thought spring had come and winter retired
the flames climb on
as ratha- bhojana-vrksa calls from beyond
hammering as far as we can
Cycle Babble and i work the plan
chasing kalarupa to sunset
hopping the chain
home once again
now Murka sounds the shank and kirtan begins
lime green with a purple accent
silver mukuts appear heaven sent
probably good to end this rhyme
till they appear for morning arati time
if a flutter butters by
whispering "taking me by the hand i'll get you home"
it's to a forest you will go to
where all are personality
engaged in a silly symphony
and the bamboo flute is the conductor
of the manifestation of fruits and flowers
where Srimati Gandharvika's sari appears
illuminated by twinkling red lights
and the leis act as prisms
revealing all the colors
only to be seen by divine eyes
in the afternoon Cycle Babble and i go pedaling
along the main street
over the first highway keeping the field of the clank of the aluminum bat
on our right side
and hear the whalers sing in their detail
stopping in to talk trade
Mahaprabhu needs spinach to be made
next through town
up the beach hill look to see if OPT's around
circling the spinner's church to the natural bridge
air coming off the ocean cool as a fridge
tracing back along street where the sufferer thakura is found
a fresh leis has been placed upon him and his flock has gathered 'round
along the way we see the cruiser king
he helps us through the treacherous triangle with an incantation to sing
the marcedo de las pulgas witnesses us go by
if we want to get back for vaikalika we may have to fly
under the famous tree
kalarupa waits for me
then we hammer past both mrga bhavana and the stars and bars
at last coming to the chain jumping over we see Kumar
the faithful ashram kukura smiles
happy we go to see Murka's atati style
as the super soul sits within the hearts of all
he directs their wanderings giving them the call
on vyasa puja day it traveled as if by electricity
all wore mango yellow and blue accented by the red
synchronicity had taken over all the seamstress' heads
and tonight they'll take rest
to wake up with before the sunrise
giving the devotees hope anew
on the second ekadasi of the month
while we do the swami shuffle dance
taking in the incense that wafts from the simhasana
presenting ourselves for service
to the thakuras in every color of the rainbow
like the queen in days of old
leis of narcissus and jonquil
permeate the natha mandir
they invite us with their gentle smile
to come and serve them for the while
while Cycle Babble and i pedal away
down a long and winding road
getting flowers and what ever comes to say
use me in your thakura seva if i may be so bold
teams are practicing and some let us follow behind
fixed gear freaks also let us join in and don't seem to mind
then ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls us back to the homeward path
meeting kalarupa under the tree we share a laugh
hammer back to the chain
greeted by Mahamuni once again
black and brown with red birds rising
like a phoenix sizing
the situation soaring to new heights
showing itself nicely as the thakuras dance through the night
dressed in such an outfit
spreading ananda sat and cit
playing in the pasture with the boys and the cows
laughing and rolling in the hay
wishing that day will come but don't know how
that's pasture media time
pink with white slivery effulgence causes double takes
some even say it looks like a wedding cake
leis of roses bougainvillea and daffodils
giving all such a thrill
Cycle Babble and i pedal into the distance cutting no slack
our minds are past turning back
chasing the pace line on this windy day feel
hammering fast it seems unreal
how long will we go on pedaling this fast
the pelicans point and then let us all pass
at the natasala taking leave
ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls out of the sky
letting Cycle Babble know he's got to fly
salutes the cruiser king
over the first highway circling the southland trying to remember everything
meeting kalarupa at the mrga bhavana
spinning to the ashram moving along
wunderkind greets him as Murka sounds the shank
celebration goes on clearing the funk
hiranya kasipu is the evening dress
soft and supple words cannot express
they dance and sing the night away
ready for morning arati to begin the new day
Giridhari playing his flute
by the kund
meditating on the temple in the heart of Srimati Gandharvika
manifesting the form of Mahaprabhu
Mahaprabhu has purple with mukut of parrots
Giridhari has yellow and purple with mukut of the same shade
Srimati Gandharvika wears light blue with pink and orange paisleys
leis of roses and spider mums
intwined in their forms as they come
dancing along on the simhasana
and we bow our heads
it's only their service that gives our lives what they are
pedaling along
Cycle Babble and i are spinning so well
along the hook the waves crash on the beach we absorb the smell
of salt and sea air
then the call of ratha-bhojana-vrksa comes as we pass through the square
beckoning us to come for the celebration
meeting kalarupa at the mrga bhavana sprinting for the transformation
Murka lights the incense
while we cross the fence
and join in the kirtan
red and creamy white chinese silk
the nightdress as the sunshine wilts
they enjoy like anything all night long
singing the mahamantra song
