a young devotee with clear brown eyes
sashaying through the nath mandir
thinking of the thakuras in yellow mango and red
Janmastami was coming soon
and the seamstress needed an idea
coming from anyone at all
today's leis are narcissus and rose
maker thinks herself so clever
look out cycling folk
the beasts are on the prowl
following the team there is safety in numbers
across the hook to the sunny cove
the pelicans point between the lakes
over the harbor to the natasala
ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls us back
lions laughs right out loud
kills the demon with claws that leave trail red
dance all night enjoying like anything
Nila Aruna and Syama LIVE in the arena of pure consciousness
on the dark moon day
with parrot mukuts looking fine
narcissus leis once again
pedaling to the navapatra through the lion's park
up the skater's hill
each one tests his will
over the opals where the waves crash
peddlers in the cool sun
no winter gear stashed away until the darkness comes
around the corner to the cruiser king
ratha-bhojana-vrksa begins to sing
Cycle Babble hammers home
meeting kalarupa under the cypress dome
greeted by wunderkind
the sunset is in the midst
orange panel skirt
prahlad-a-dad the night is curt
when they are enjoying like anything once again
the goal is to be hypnotized
by Srimati Gandharvika's green eyes
glittery pink and creamy white
with padma mukuts today
Srimati Gandharvika's called a "Sita" in some societies
frames her face so well
leis so long made only of full roses
one said "they're out of control" as they tickle their toeses
Cycle Babble and i wander along the winding rebel roadside
it goes on through the lion's park for a million miles
a hundred school kids crowd around the octagon of the school marm
their faces seem to be saying
"oh skaters we could love you but first we have to leave the park "
and there's a dangerous dog waiting to bark
though the village where the tourists are
coming to see Srimati Gandharvika's green eyes so far
up the hill where the butler stands it his tray
sprinting along between the lakes where the geese play
round the bend to the harbor bridge
Cycle Babble and i hear the call of ratha-bhojana-vrksa "come back over the ridge"
how wonderful we've been saved
back for the sunset with kalarupa showing the way
a hint of purple accenting lime green
worth coming for arati in the morning to be seen
punctuality do you know what it means
it can be the difference between high and low
do you think that you know
today with accents of purple the dress is drab green
the small bells on Srimati Gandharvika's sari
do you know what they mean
She'll be there with bells on ready for the party
leis of narcissus beautiful and fragrant
even the small thakuras leis had that heaven scent
who could exchange service in a quarter so high
to reign in the lower plane by and by
how we wish we were we could be there
two plain souls pedaling on the same road
year after year
today is so warm all the peddlers have shed their winter gear
going through the hook, the sunny cove and between the lakes without fear
at the tennis park the players are on serve
we head through the harbor rounding the curve
at the natasala the ratha-bhojana-vrksa sings his call
Cycle Babble and i begin to haul
past the marcedo de las pulgas and the southland
meeting kalarupa and joining with the band
sprinting to the chain where Vijaya is the greeter
Murka starts the arati and the incense is smelling sweeter
this night
Giridhari wears orange with purple chodder and belt so light
Mahaprabhu is on the right
with purple kirta and dhoti white
Srimati Gandharvika has a long long veil
orange over purple sari their enjoyment won't fail
have you seen the thakuras today
Giridhari with his cape flowing free
they take the love of their devotees
his dancing helps their creepers to grow
they're wearing colors from Gaura Purnima
purple of an Easter stole
arati started late that day
devotees couldn't wait to see the new clothes gleam
near the wearing of the green
leis of roses daffodils and a few narcissus flowers
filling the air with the scent of spring
the winding road behold a pace line goes
a chance to follow in their groove
the hook the opals and between the lakes
say it's such a good day pedal hard for goodness sake
we are at the end of the pace line keeping up and pedaling smooth
at the natasala the fixed gears
begin to appear
as well as the call of ratha-bhojana-vrksa that can be heard
Cycle Babble begins to sprint hard following the word
over the first highway
the last little play
meeting kalarupa at mrga bhavana
over the chain as the celebration goes on
deep within the far off jungle
a nightdress to make emotions juggle
white with red and olive trim
Murka turns out the light as day ends
silver and gold
after all it's how the story's told
on the purnima moon holding a rabbit is the view
and it's the appearance of Caitanya Mahaprabhu
hars made at home
and brought from navadvipa
leis of rose curls and double needles are deep
Cycle Babble and i pedaled by as the fixed gear freaks
hammered through their ride
sufferer thakura and the steamers alley
who knows which is the reality
such a long way
on this breezy day
blows cobwebs from our minds
to heed the call of ratha-bhojana-vrksa Cycle Babble reached to find
some extra strokes
at the macedo de las pulgas he heard the frogs croak
meeting kalarupa at the mrga bhavana
together they went on
the bunnies greeted them
and the ceremony began
with Murka's shank shell
supple and soft
nightdresses are made with this one thought
so they can dance all night
under the starry light
and enjoy like anything