Sunday, March 25, 2012







connecting thread of red and blue
Srimati Gandharvika's grape skirt a little short it's true
add another ruffle make it with flair
complete the picture with care
leis of tiny orchids and roses
a few narcissus and hyacinth for their noses
yellow purple and a little pink
push the limit of beauty to the brink
now two separate chodders
for Giridhari on Sunday
floating in a unique way
two jeweled flowery chodders
there aren't words enough to say
two separate chodders
mukuts brought the colors to life
leis of stock roses and a jonquil handful
spinning round with their dancing looks the best
pedaling along the main street
past marcedo de las pulgas where turtle doves tweet
happily to the beach hill
and natural bridges adorned with mossy frills
ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls us back
once more to wake the thakuras form their nap
and see the two separate chodders
on an overcast spring forward day
in the evening red blue and green
a nightdress so fine to be seen
after dancing through the evening
'till brahma muhurta kirtan fest
around Radhastami with coming wind and rain
seamstress thought of an outfit to keep the thakuras warm
black and white with red velvet capes
with Srimati Gandharvika in a hood
now as the last of the orchids from hawaii are used for leis
devotees remember Gaura Purnima
how merciful Guru and Gauranga are
offering the gift of sankirtana
though rain has been forecast for the week
there hasn't been enough to speak
along the main street
to hear the whalers sing
Cycle Babble and i weave among the errand runners
to see udila naksatranam
ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls us home
later sunset celebration chanting om
Bhakta Blade officiates
Baby blue on this evening's date
they enjoy like anything under the cloudy sky
till once again brahma muhurta opens our eyes
come running to make the outfit for Gaura Purnima
can't wait to see the new dress gleam
when the curtain opens you may need sun block
all the folks will be anxiously watching the clock
orange and blue all present gape
counting the pieces in Srimati Gandharvika's sari and Mahaprabhu's cape
loudly chanting and laughing too
all eyes in Jarikhanda forest strained to see him going through
purple red and orange roses in the leis
seamstress counted forty pieces that day
Cycle Babble and i see the drops of rain
forming puddles under oil in the traffic lane
could be a team up ahead working out
catch up to them find out what their all about
through lion's park to skater's hill
man at campa hatti filling the bill
through the village but the tourists are gone
won't be back till they feel the sun coming on
ratha-bhojana-vrska tries to make some sense
better get back and jump over the fence
kalarupa sets the pace most of the journey
as we greet Kumar sunset service has maya on the gurney
talking like a pirate babji
rides a horse of color never seen by you or me
fearlessly enters marikatamani puri
Srimati Gandharvika's effulgence is flowing
all around
if it pulls you up it'll never let you down
that's the amazing thing
about this pink, white and diamond outfit
her effulgence is displayed prominently
floating so well on the breeze
rose and leaf leis always please
raindrops keep falling everywhere
But between them Cycle Babble and i pedal and laugh without a care
the harder core cyclists find it cool
and in that mystic corridor cyclists rule
round the hook between the lakes
ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls come back for heaven's sake
following kalarupa we get inside the gate
before the secret corridor disintegrates
as the sun goes down
and the shank sounds
the devotees all gather round
joining the ceremony of the bells
then their spirits swell
pale green purple and silver
dress tonight
thakuras dance by the fire's light
enjoying as long as the embers glow
right on up to the brahma muhurta show
today the thakuras are wearing Diet Olive
Mahaprabhu with his vest all three with the inverted pleat motive
their gentle smiles inviting all to serve
leis of snap dragons roses narcissus gerbera daises follow their body's curve
once again Cycle Babble and i enter between the drops
into the mystic corridor to pedal without getting sopped
a brave band of errand runners join in
this marvelous invention
in such a short time ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls come in from the rain
follow kalarupa back to the ashram plane
come celebrate the ceremony of the bells
seeing the faces of the thakuras will make you feel so well
Murka knows it's truthful
Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharivka-Giridhari glow ever youthful
evening brings Mahaprabhu in his dhoti white
Giridhari in the orange like a brahmacari tonight
Srimati Gandharvika has a purple sari
like the chodders of Mahaprabhu and Sri Giridhari
dancing and dancing they enjoy like anything
choreographed to the brahma muhurta bells ringing
when the full moon of phalguna is in the sky
sign of the lion in the jotish cakra
lion sign also in the moment of birth
sound of kirtan in the air
a great personality is appearing
by the river Giridhari is playing his flute
meditating on Srimati Gandharivka's feet
from the temple of her heart
Mahaprabhu's golden form is coming
leis today of snap dragons and petals too
rose at Giridhari's chodder and knee
turn their faces for the world to see
while that spring rain is still falling
the mystic corridor keeps calling
peddlers laugh while shifting gears
while their cabin fever disappears
most may never hear that sound
of the peddlers wafting over the ground
till Cycle Babble and i hear ratha-bhojana-vrksa call
we turn as usual and begin to haul
celebration of the sunset begins
when Murka sound the shank again
night dress of black with brown
and red that forms a phoenix bird with it's crown
dancing and dancing
till up to brahma muhurta when bhaktas come to sing
seeing the thakuras rise from bed

as folks walked into the natha mandir
saw the thakuras in a magical dress
all were amazed saying seamstress is quite impressive
a bungler asked if her could believe his eyes
are there both dragon and butterflies
in water color on this outfit
coming in for a closer look
checking out the leis
must have been a thousand petals
folded into patterns so bright they seamed to be ablaze
yet not a one of those folks knew
i was once a flower child
Cycle Babble said to me if we don't start pedaling
while it isn't raining
we'll be sorry
OPT made it a rare day coming with us here
like his brother who's hard core and pedals a fixed gear
sprinting through the village to have a little fun
it's where all the tourists go to bake out in the sun
yet they've never worshiped Vivasvan
who is the sun god
then from over our shoulder
heard ratha-bhojana-vrksa calling our names home
so we hammered back main street
to meet kalarupa
as we crossed the gate the shank was played
ceremony of the bells began
all the mission round mango yellow and blue
unusual but this synchronicity is true
and the thakuras enjoy like anything
early in this season of spring
next day it was ekadasi second this month
they wore every color in the rainbow
like a Queen from olden days
with rose and mum leis
reflecting every ray of sunshine
another day when Cycle Babble and i
were dry enough to pedal in the open
past the hook and the point then between the lakes
so much fun for gracious sakes
then ratha-bhojana-vrksa made the call
Cycle Babble knew we had to haul
or we'd be late for their waking
kalarupa showed us both the way
to make it back before the end of the day
Murka officiated the ceremony of the bells
singing with devotees brought smiles through the ashram dells
in the evening thakuras dressed in the touch that kills
to free us from mundane ills
make us all feel healthy
while they dance all night
in their silk from China
Janmastami day was coming
looking each day in the mail
for the dress for the small thakuras
when it arrived in a bag
and man who could understand why it said "pills"
was this one of the higher quarter's gag's?
reminiscent of Mahaprabhu as our only friend
and how he devised hari nama sankirtana
to cure all Kali's ills
today the leis have some roses
but mostly "mums" are the word
touching their knees in a light way
so they don't even feel the weight
now Cycle Babble and i are pedaling at the usual rate
and we see an interesting inscription surrounding a license plate
some towns boast being "by the sea"
but this one said it's "by the creek"
we just couldn't stop laughing
all the way to where the whalers were singing
isn't it so much fun when your pedaling friends
can talk look and remember all the same songs
and you do the same for them
we went on down to the sunny cove
but with the stiff breeze it sure felt cold
and between the lakes the geese were looking for a way to keep warm
right on to the tennis court where the players are on form
we pedaled as hard as we could
till ratha-bhojana-vrksa called out so we headed by to the wood
meeting kalarupa he leads us to the ashram fence
while Bhakta Blade is conducting the ceremony in the present tense
the laughing lion is this night's dress
by remembering his lotus feet we'll pedal
right out of this mess
and be there for the brahma muhurta celebration
of the new day with anticipation
Sri Guru Gauranga Gandharvika Giridhari upon their throne
looked out at all their grinning devotees
in their yellow and blue dress
from Nrsimha Caturdasi
someone noticed the parrots hiding
in both Srimati Gandharvika's sari and Mahaprabhu's belt
while the maker brewed some leis of roses and mums
to their knees with folded flair
the thakuras on the altar are having so much fun
they try to show how they've taken their place
in the hearts of everyone
Cycle Babble and i going out to pedal
cleaning the mud from the frames
off to places we seldom mention
starting at the mail box and sprinting on to
skater's hill where only dancers are allowed to perform







































connecting thread of red and blue
Srimati Gandharvika's grape skirt a little short it's true
add another ruffle make it with flair
complete the picture with care
leis of tiny orchids and roses
a few narcissus and hyacinth for their noses
yellow purple and a little pink
push the limit of beauty to the brink
now two separate chodders
for Giridhari on Sunday
floating in a unique way
two jeweled flowery chodders
there aren't words enough to say
two separate chodders
mukuts brought the colors to life
leis of stock roses and a jonquil handful
spinning round with their dancing looks the best
pedaling along the main street
past marcedo de las pulgas where turtle doves tweet
happily to the beach hill
and natural bridges adorned with mossy frills
ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls us back
once more to wake the thakuras form their nap
and see the two separate chodders
on an overcast spring forward day
in the evening red blue and green
a nightdress so fine to be seen
after dancing through the evening
'till brahma muhurta kirtan fest
around Radhastami with coming wind and rain
seamstress thought of an outfit to keep the thakuras warm
black and white with red velvet capes
with Srimati Gandharvika in a hood
now as the last of the orchids from hawaii are used for leis
devotees remember Gaura Purnima
how merciful Guru and Gauranga are
offering the gift of sankirtana
though rain has been forecast for the week
there hasn't been enough to speak
along the main street
to hear the whalers sing
Cycle Babble and i weave among the errand runners
to see udila naksatranam
ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls us home
later sunset celebration chanting om
Bhakta Blade officiates
Baby blue on this evening's date
they enjoy like anything under the cloudy sky
till once again brahma muhurta opens our eyes
come running to make the outfit for Gaura Purnima
can't wait to see the new dress gleam
when the curtain opens you may need sun block
all the folks will be anxiously watching the clock
orange and blue all present gape
counting the pieces in Srimati Gandharvika's sari and Mahaprabhu's cape
loudly chanting and laughing too
all eyes in Jarikhanda forest strained to see him going through
purple red and orange roses in the leis
seamstress counted forty pieces that day
Cycle Babble and i see the drops of rain
forming puddles under oil in the traffic lane
could be a team up ahead working out
catch up to them find out what their all about
through lion's park to skater's hill
man at campa hatti filling the bill
through the village but the tourists are gone
won't be back till they feel the sun coming on
ratha-bhojana-vrska tries to make some sense
better get back and jump over the fence
kalarupa sets the pace most of the journey
as we greet Kumar sunset service has maya on the gurney
talking like a pirate babji
rides a horse of color never seen by you or me
fearlessly enters marikatamani puri
Srimati Gandharvika's effulgence is flowing
all around
if it pulls you up it'll never let you down
that's the amazing thing
about this pink, white and diamond outfit
her effulgence is displayed prominently
floating so well on the breeze
rose and leaf leis always please
raindrops keep falling everywhere
But between them Cycle Babble and i pedal and laugh without a care
the harder core cyclists find it cool
and in that mystic corridor cyclists rule
round the hook between the lakes
ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls come back for heaven's sake
following kalarupa we get inside the gate
before the secret corridor disintegrates
as the sun goes down
and the shank sounds
the devotees all gather round
joining the ceremony of the bells
then their spirits swell
pale green purple and silver
dress tonight
thakuras dance by the fire's light
enjoying as long as the embers glow
right on up to the brahma muhurta show
today the thakuras are wearing Diet Olive
Mahaprabhu with his vest all three with the inverted pleat motive
their gentle smiles inviting all to serve
leis of snap dragons roses narcissus gerbera daises follow their body's curve
once again Cycle Babble and i enter between the drops
into the mystic corridor to pedal without getting sopped
a brave band of errand runners join in
this marvelous invention
in such a short time ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls come in from the rain
follow kalarupa back to the ashram plane
come celebrate the ceremony of the bells
seeing the faces of the thakuras will make you feel so well
Murka knows it's truthful
Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharivka-Giridhari glow ever youthful
evening brings Mahaprabhu in his dhoti white
Giridhari in the orange like a brahmacari tonight
Srimati Gandharvika has a purple sari
like the chodders of Mahaprabhu and Sri Giridhari
dancing and dancing they enjoy like anything
choreographed to the brahma muhurta bells ringing
when the full moon of phalguna is in the sky
sign of the lion in the jotish cakra
lion sign also in the moment of birth
sound of kirtan in the air
a great personality is appearing
by the river Giridhari is playing his flute
meditating on Srimati Gandharivka's feet
from the temple of her heart
Mahaprabhu's golden form is coming
leis today of snap dragons and petals too
rose at Giridhari's chodder and knee
turn their faces for the world to see
while that spring rain is still falling
the mystic corridor keeps calling
peddlers laugh while shifting gears
while their cabin fever disappears
most may never hear that sound
of the peddlers wafting over the ground
till Cycle Babble and i hear ratha-bhojana-vrksa call
we turn as usual and begin to haul
celebration of the sunset begins
when Murka sound the shank again
night dress of black with brown
and red that forms a phoenix bird with it's crown
dancing and dancing
till up to brahma muhurta when bhaktas come to sing
seeing the thakuras rise from bed

as folks walked into the natha mandir
saw the thakuras in a magical dress
all were amazed saying seamstress is quite impressive
a bungler asked if her could believe his eyes
are there both dragon and butterflies
in water color on this outfit
coming in for a closer look
checking out the leis
must have been a thousand petals
folded into patterns so bright they seamed to be ablaze
yet not a one of those folks knew
i was once a flower child
Cycle Babble said to me if we don't start pedaling
while it isn't raining
we'll be sorry
OPT made it a rare day coming with us here
like his brother who's hard core and pedals a fixed gear
sprinting through the village to have a little fun
it's where all the tourists go to bake out in the sun
yet they've never worshiped Vivasvan
who is the sun god
then from over our shoulder
heard ratha-bhojana-vrksa calling our names home
so we hammered back main street
to meet kalarupa
as we crossed the gate the shank was played
ceremony of the bells began
all the mission round mango yellow and blue
unusual but this synchronicity is true
and the thakuras enjoy like anything
early in this season of spring
next day it was ekadasi second this month
they wore every color in the rainbow
like a Queen from olden days
with rose and mum leis
reflecting every ray of sunshine
another day when Cycle Babble and i
were dry enough to pedal in the open
past the hook and the point then between the lakes
so much fun for gracious sakes
then ratha-bhojana-vrksa made the call
Cycle Babble knew we had to haul
or we'd be late for their waking
kalarupa showed us both the way
to make it back before the end of the day
Murka officiated the ceremony of the bells
singing with devotees brought smiles through the ashram dells
in the evening thakuras dressed in the touch that kills
to free us from mundane ills
make us all feel healthy
while they dance all night
in their silk from China
Janmastami day was coming
looking each day in the mail
for the dress for the small thakuras
when it arrived in a bag
and man who could understand why it said "pills"
was this one of the higher quarter's gag's?
reminiscent of Mahaprabhu as our only friend
and how he devised hari nama sankirtana
to cure all Kali's ills
today the leis have some roses
but mostly "mums" are the word
touching their knees in a light way
so they don't even feel the weight
now Cycle Babble and i are pedaling at the usual rate
and we see an interesting inscription surrounding a license plate
some towns boast being "by the sea"
but this one said it's "by the creek"
we just couldn't stop laughing
all the way to where the whalers were singing
isn't it so much fun when your pedaling friends
can talk look and remember all the same songs
and you do the same for them
we went on down to the sunny cove
but with the stiff breeze it sure felt cold
and between the lakes the geese were looking for a way to keep warm
right on to the tennis court where the players are on form
we pedaled as hard as we could
till ratha-bhojana-vrksa called out so we headed by to the wood
meeting kalarupa he leads us to the ashram fence
while Bhakta Blade is conducting the ceremony in the present tense
the laughing lion is this night's dress
by remembering his lotus feet we'll pedal
right out of this mess
and be there for the brahma muhurta celebration
of the new day with anticipation
the thakuras in the nathmandir
observing their devotees grinning faces
in their blue and yellow dress
they want to spread the fun
so they danced around to take their place
in the hearts of everyone
as the maker brewed the leis
mums and roses that reach their knees today
Cycle Babble and i get out for pedaling
sprinting past some usual places
and some that are almost never mentioned
sprinting round the hook to the sunny cove
where the bells of spring
have begun to ring
then on between the lakes
that's the call of ratha-bhojana-vrksa for goodness sakes
hammering back up to the brightest place
past the marcedo de las pulgas empty now
meeting kalarupa who'll show us how
to get back in the blink of an eye
to slink in on the sly
as Murka begins the ceremony of the bells once more
then he after the ratri kalina bhoga he readies for his last day's chore
Pralhad-a-dad is the dress for the night
a panel skirt still spins so fine in the starry light
as Srimati Gandharvika and Giridhari enjoy their dance
till the brahma muhurta gives all the chance
to be seen by them
as the day begins again
Giridhari had some fun the night before
told some friends they all wanted to know
while one was looking down he put on a show
see the dolphins playing water sport
drawn in a funny spot
limit of cleverness don't know what you're missing
today outfit colors of a dolphin football team
leis of full roses
come to thakura's toeses
swaying as they dance
fanning even the smallest spark so it grows
Cycle Babble and i pedal along with the spring air and sunlight
it feels so right
like coming out after a long winter's nap
all the places from the hook to the cove
seem like a treasure trove
as we go pedaling through
new path along the beach
sufferers and errand runners
among the trainers and fixed gear freaks
still we're within reach
of the call of ratha-bhojana-vrksa asking us to return home
meeting kalarupa we're already in the zone
floating to the ashram door
where Vijaya has been playing some more
Murka is celebrating the bells
won't you listen
in the fading sun they seem to glisten
the light green and purple night dress
must be for thursday, that's when everyone will come to be seen next
dance all night enjoy like anything
honoring the coming of spring
have you seen the thakuras in deep forest green
with the black crystal beads hanging down
they smile at all from the simhasana inviting all to come back home
with the silvery grey pleats in Gandharvika's sari
and Mahaprabhu and Giridhari's chodders
they take the love from their servants
returning benedictions of perm
the flower czar quietly makes the rose and petal leis
all the same color and patterns today
after madya kalia they signal Cycle Babble and i to pedal on
along the main street over the first highway
past campa hatti and the clank of the aluminum bat hearing the whalers play
a fixed gear freak can't keep up with this most strange pair
an errand runner on his rig that has a fifties kind of air
through town and up beach hill
kutir of Bhakta Blade is topping the bill
Seymour's museum is receiving guests
showing them the whales both blue and grey
then ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls
Cycle Babble starts to haul
got to get back through the forest
keeping the hook on the right and the pitch on the left
he meets with kalarupa who show the way to the ceremony
Murka performs bells moving rhythmically and funny
then he dresses them in the outfit made so fast it had to be an optical seclusion
tomorrow when they appear it will clear up the confusion
only once in while so the story goes
Gandharvka and Giridhari combine so
what his devotees feel you know
Srimati Gandharvika in traditional blue
and Giridhari's yellow
turns green on Mahaprabhu
taking their place on the altar they're a gem
and people come from all over the world just to see them
the czar questioned the leis maker where the flowers are
while she took roses and gerberas and turned them into stars
in the afternoon Cycle Babble and i heard the weather man
calling for a storm so we went out to pedal as hard as we can
behind teams and fixed gear freaks
the chill has some back in windbreakers this week
around the hook to the point and the cove of the sun
a newly paved trail has all joining the fun
as ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls us back
for the vaikalika service back on the track
Murka performs the ceremony of the bells
with the thakuras and their devotees enjoy the incense smell
later dress them for rest in the red olive trimming white
they dance in the far off jungle tonight
pink and white with effulgence and crystal beads
some call it a wedding cake
the little roses appear as frosting
mukuts only the seamstress could make
full rose leis simple elegant and light as Gurudeva decreed
as the rain comes down once again
Cycle Babble and i slip into the mystic corridor once again
between the drops to the fixed gear freaks chagrin
up to the the gupta govardhana hill
where the scent of daffodils is in the air
making our pedaling so fair
at the hook the rain is still falling
in to the sunny cove's pond
where we hear the ratha-bhojana-vrksa's call sound
so we hammer down
under the first highway to meet kalarupa
carefully pedaling a little slow
a haze over the trees we're passing under
with enough daylight left in the sky
Murka and the ceremony of the bells make our spirits fly
at night Hiranya Kasipu
soft gold and yellow fit is true
dancing on the simhasana
till brahma muhurta rises the sun

Sunday, March 11, 2012



hey Murka
i've got an apprehension about this skirt
maybe more than i should
i think it might float to high on the breeze
or stay down looking skinny as you please
then she made that sound as if the wind was whistling through the trees
causing a fit of laughter that one rarely sees
many leis have been made
from the finest flowers
with an aroma showing how beauty is above all power
roses and gerberas same color as ones woven in the fabric
blending all together each one says "how fantastic"
Cycle Babble and i see the sunny afternoon
feeling like we're missing
pedaling along the winding road
but our dreams they soon come true
and we're out there with the best of them
from the opal land to natural bridge and beyond
a pride of fixed gear freaks has us racing to the village
hammering along like messengers between the beasts
when we reach the beach
we hear ratha-bhojana-vrksa calling
calling us back for vaikalika so Cycle Babble begins hauling
with the toad in tow he climbs the skater's hill
pedaling so skillfully they all avoid a spill
back to the main street where the black smoke billows
to the ashram street chasing kalarupa through the willows
hop the chain, jumping over the down elm tree
landing in black berry bushes and have to ford the creek
Kumar is there to greet us as the thakuras are awakened
surprised to see just how short it's taken
in the evening they get dressed up again
in red and chinese silk let the all night party begin
'till brahma muhurta comes
and day starts to the beat of mrdunga drums
it's getting warmer these days
now that the fog has burned off
the thakura's curtain is opened
lets go in and see them
i understand they're dressed up in red
with the peacock feathers embroidered like the one on Giridhari's head
they're surrounded
aren't the petals in the leis rolled up unique
there are sumanas flowers round their necks
makes them feel better
now we can understand a little about the man
who travels in cowherd boy band
with peacock feathers in his hair
and today they're embroidered on the clothes he wears
it's a sunny afternoon
Cycle Babble and i have the fire inside
get out and pedal don't even try to hide
chasing down some cruisers on their way to beach
as we sprint along they are coming within reach
flying by the sufferer thakura with a fresh lei on
winding round the lighthouse where an artist captures it in crayon
as we hear the ratha-bhojana-vrksa calling
seems this ride has gone by so fast
still Cycle Babble makes the turn at abhavana maul the last
coming up beach hill
there's a little thrill
to see a band of pedalers that can't decide which kind they are
riding with lawn mower engines that take them far
but then it's the cyclists they've abandoned
Cycle Babble meets with kalarupa and sprints back to the land
over the chain through the back woods
sunset celebration going as it should
at night thakuras put on yellow and cyan
with pendants that name the dress "laughing lion"
devotees spirits soar
when Murka opens up the door
and they hear the roar during brahma muhurta
Gaura Purnima was here again
when the thakuras got these new clothes
blue and pink combine with pups mukuts
sankirtan has come to take us home by sri guru's krpa
leis today of roses and sumanas flowers
see how the mercy continues to shower
there was a lion in the zodiac and at the moment of birth
a blue ribbon personality had appeared and brought all new mirth
wind blowing chill factor
pedaling with fatigue detractor
fixed gear freaks sprinting past
teasing Cycle Babble and i who aren't harassed
so pedal on between the lakes
as best we can for heaven sakes
but then how serious can we be
if our pedals are only SPD
and we still use nine rear cogs
to return when called by the ratha-bhojana-vrksa
for the sunset ceremony avoiding the raspberry bushes that might stick ya
then smell the incense that Murka offers
hear the sound of the cook's choppers
then listen as he dresses
the thakuras for rest
in Prahlad-a-dad
orange panel skirt to dance
till brahma muhurta gives all a chance
to see them after rising from bed
puckawalla and our gang
yeah it's in-house slang
ghee or not
our rich uncle really doesn't have a lot
raise the standard
they cried from across the river
more gold less silver
our gang sat and our hearts began to quiver
brown and orange
with rose leis who's patterns cover the range
of all of Roy G. Biv
with such a lot of love to give
a team of racers enfolded Cycle Babble and i
pushed and pulled us along the main street
with their pedaler's eternal selves
up the skater's hill and down through
the village where the tourists laugh at themselves
as they hop on their boards
to the end of the wharf
ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls us home
and we pedal right out of the crowd
meeting kalarupa under the famous tree
we pedal right out of the crowd
at night Murka dresses the thakuras
in pale green and purple
and they dance away
thill the crowd come for brahma muhurta arati
this one came a couple of years ago
a couple of years ago on Gaura Purnima
zigzag pattern for all three
Mahaprabhu's chodder
Giridhari's coat
the front of Srimati Gandharvika's sari
green so hot it looks electric
leis of jonquils and narcissus
zigzags like a serpent's path
Cycle Babble and i counting the distance
between us and the shop team
catching up to them would be so fine
through the cove and between the lakes
all the dust and the geese we're right on their wheel
rounding the corner near the cruiser king
ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls out
start the journey back it's the same route
the party's about to start
it's Gaura Purnima and the devotees celebrate the Lord of their heart
a new dress to put on
Giridhari's chodder and Mahaprabhu's cape
along with Srimati Gandharvika's sari is swollen
seamstress says "keep those pleats rolling Murka!"
don't try to understand them
she's tied them up to hang on
extra leis of mums and plumerias
and you may never see parasol effulgence again
seeing this purple and green
one can see the heart of a lion
has taken it's place
in a lion on the chase
the party goes on through the night
on up to the first brahma muhurta light
yes he is quite the dancer
to believe it is our benefit
certainly the rsis know who is in control
but whenever they think they've got him caught
he's quicker than they thought
he seems to slip through their locked door
next to his ear he likes a blue flower
and in the leis today are roses mums orchids chamomile
a plumeria or two guaranteed to raise a smile
in the afternoon Cycle Babble and i thought it best to let our pedals roll
along the main street chasing down a pack of cruisers
over the first highway past champ hatti
as we approach we find their creed is don't hurry
they bow to their king and we salute
on round the corner in a hoot
ratha-bhojana-vrksa cals out
Cycle Babble begins the homeward route
through treacherous triangle and strawberry choc-o-lot
singing a song while marcedo de las pulgas listens
the rock and roll glistens
kalarupa takes us back to the sunset celebration
we come in this side of the maya curtain that separates
thakura vary from natha mandir
kirtan chanted loud and clear
nightdress "deep within the far off jungle"
sees the thakuras dance sing and bungle
after Murka has put them into bed
till brahma muhurta arati allows darsana with the dancing actor

Sunday, March 04, 2012






waiting for the point where "maya" is no fun anymore
Gurudeva have mercy
Friday they wore Saint Patrick's easter
sunday it's Madhurya Dhuyti
inviting everyone to lose material desire
Mahaprabhu's pink and sequin chodder
Giridhari's excellent turban
showing bright with service
Srimati Gandharivka's effulgence
displaying how seva will set everyone free
what a thrill the rose and narcissus leis, just see
overcoming rather troubles she still brought together the leis
from flowers rescued by prabhu from the clutches of bramble bushes
frothing swelling whitecaps
pedaling to the bridges
up beach hill
the sea lions take their fill
hear the seagulls wings flap
families pedaling together
frolicking in the fresh spring weather
rartha-bhojana-vrksa calls
Cycle Babble drawls
get back for vaikalika
flying around the corner seeing sister preaching
a little extra speed we are reaching
at the pitch younger brother watches a famous physicist look-alike
perform as an A.I. play alike
kalarupa is under the famous tree
waiting to meet Cycle Babble and me
back over the chain for us three
Vijaya has cleared the way
Bhakta D swirling says "hey!"
and in the ninth red peacock blue and green
make the scene
for dancing all night
and those arriving for brahma muhurta arati will be feeling alright
come down off your simhasana
and leave pattern as one
i think you must change
your notion of style and price are why i've been waiting so long
please listen to me
my trip's almost over and Janmastami is on the way
one of us is going to have to change
peacock mukuts and effulgence too
they felt like a change
the red and gold ones they'd been wearing all these years
it's busting loose ki!
daffodils narcissus and roses in the leis
on their bodies they play
it's the most fragrant part of the year
flowers of early spring
pedaling the long and winding road
the fixed gear freaks are in range
they bring inspiration to Cycle Babble and i
don't find it so strange
sprinting so hard the hook goes by so fast
coming to the natasala at last
folks in line take note of the outfits going by
jeans, longs and tee shirts
desert birds to church mice decorate our helmets
we know we're near the end with the call of ratha-bhojana-vrksa
through the treacherous triangle
and house where anything choc-o-lot they'll fix ya
with marcedo de las pulgas on the right
meeting kalarupa keeping our pedal strokes tight
arriving over the chain to be greeted by OPT
who sounds the sank marvelously
then assists the dressing in baby blue
nicely soft and fitting like new
dance the night away as they always
till brahma muhurta arati starts the new day
there must be some parrots hidden here
said Murka to the seamstress
among all the stones yellow and blue
if i could simply look through
rajas see the mukuts
E.W. sees the "Winston Churchill"leis
few will have the patience to find
the camouflaged birds of the parrot kind
"now to board 'altar tubing' specially made for pujaris"
Cycle Babble quietly spoke
"there are many reading this that won't even get that joke"
but we both have a pedaling trait
so we can't wait much longer for the hour is already late
as we hammered toward the uni fixed gear freaks kept us in view
while teams practicing came and went errand runners too
off in the distance the ratha-bhojana-vrska called
us two to be returning
chasing kalarupa all the way to the retaining wall
later in the evening
on a horse of a different color
babaji entered Marikatamani puri
talking like a pirate above all
the assembled masses who were clamoring with furry
waiting for brahma muhurta arati
hey look Prabhu it's raining today
but wait till the maya curtain is pulled away
maybe Srimati Gandharvika will show her smile today
orange and white
with hars that fit so right
wait for the maya curtain to be pulled away
Giridhari may wear his turban
while Srimati Gandharvika and Mahaprabhu have crystal mukuts on
devotees will happily get wet to come for darsana
to be seen and look at the rose leis too
with their toe tickling centers won't that be cool?
can't wait for the maya curtain to be opened today
washing all worries completely away
wow Cycle Babble the rain has let up a bit
we can go out between the drops maybe they'll quit
still keep up with the hearties even if the sun has gone it's own way
weary peddlers cautiously in rain gear
hoping that the sky is going to clear
ha ha there's one with an umbrella attached to the handlebar
stoping at Mahamuni's postbox
school kids in lion's park huddling around the rocks
no skaters on the hill but the ones with raincoats covering their locks
round the point and back with the pitch on the left
under the first highway to catch the drift
taking the left to main street
kalarupa joins the fleet
back to the ashram chain
where a tree has fallen in the back forty from the wind and rain
the kernel of divine love is the greeter
at the arati the incense is smelling sweeter
light green with a purple accent
seeing the Thakuras dressed up in brahma muhurta gives the hint
of how day's energy should be spent
the shortest month is over
second day of rain is coming now
Mahaprabhu and Srimati Gandharvika in green with yellow accent
Giridhari the other way around
from vyasa puja in the autumn
Guru Maharaja taught us to follow the angels
they bring the ripened fruit of devotion
decorated with leis of mums, roses and narcissus flowers
fragrance makes an other worldly potion
pedaling after the storm
Cycle Babble and i still aren't all alone
pedaling after the storm
there was a crash here ten minutes ago
a lady tells her man "look out behind" he says"yeah i know"
but never turns around
to see Cycle Babble and i slowing down
cautiously optimistic rain coats are in the saddlebag
through Saint Dagwood's park where tails wag
around the corner to see the king
cruisers salute by showing their bling
ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls out come home
around the hook and the point there's a pedaler looking like a gnome
complete with elfin hat
kalarupa asks "what do you think of that?"
as we hammer along the winding street
chasing down a team ahead they seem to like to compete
still we jump the chain welcomed by Vijaya
even the bunnies wait to say hi
before hoping out of harm's way
Murka begins and the kirtaners play
in the evening thakuras night dress is a purple one
made so elegant and quick it was "a miracle mom"
dancing under the starlight
till the first glimpse of the end of the night
shades of purple tastefully combine
new dress for the birthday of the head of the rupanuga line
descending with a mission from the most high
to reclaim the servants from the spiritual sky
shades of purple what a sound
he teaches us mercy is flowing from above to down
make everyone happy remove all misery
cast maya's spell from me
shades of purple dazzle our eyes
leis of sumanas flowers and roses fix our minds on the prize
of divine service most sublime
from this day 'till beyond the end of time
fixed gear freaks and serious racers abound
it depends on which side of town
ride fixed near the university grade
the hook and the point are where the racers improve their trade
pedalers on crafts that look like cats
or with helmets with wings of bats
cruiser king
isn't missing a thing
we pass hearing the ratha-bhojana-vrksa's familiar ring
hammering home through the treacherous triangle and strawberry loop
Cycle Babble raises to meet kalarupa
the tree's still down on the back drive
so take the front one and thrive
Murka sounds the shank to begin the kirtan
devotees dance and chant once again
the phoenix comes this evening
brown with black and birds returning
enjoy like anything
till Murka comes with brahma muhurta bells ringing
on Vyasa Puja
turn to the sacred text
find verse 10:31
Krsna says that he's a shark
and this dress' colors remind of the team
or maybe a chocolate dream
thick textured roses make Giridhari's lei
fall a different way
full roses with narcissus trailer
Mahaprabhu's has a gerbera daisy in the center
Srimati Gandharvika's narcissus and pink roses
fragrance takes the breath away
such a day
pedaling along
on such a sunny day
climb the skater's hill
seeing the lion's park on the way
then Cycle Babble and i hear the ratha-bhojana-vrksa say
come back it's sunset and there's a game to play
Murka lights the incense and the bell begins to ring
the kirtaners that have gathered perform their usual thing
then synchronicity before the ekadasi fest
red yellow and blue colors in this nightdress
same as thakuras all through the western mission
wore that Vyasa Puja celebration
or so said our corresponding member of the staff
gave us a laugh
till the brahma muhurta rings the beginning of the day