keep your eyes on Mahaprabhu's cape Giridhari's coat and Srimati Gandharvika's sari they've got the pleats in action let them roll Murka let them roll more wisterious leis for another day pink for Mahaprabhu and Srimati Gandharvika yellow is Giridhari chooses Cycle Babble and i are following the cruisers past the campa hatta and the clank of the aluminum bat singing with the whalers they know where it's at through the treacherous triangle with ease now let us take the corner please through the park of Saint Dagwood on through town as we should vela challenge is coming on strong the street ahead is blocked in spite of the shouting of the beast drivers the race course wasn't lost ratha-bhojana-vrksa's call came out as we saw the sea lions on their rock hammering back down beach hill through the roundabout giving drivers a thrill chasing kalarupa to wake the thakuras from their nap Murka performs the ceremony while the karatalas tap in the evening there is synchronicity of the mango yellow and blue on vyasa pug day thakuras all round the globe wore those colors too and tonight they enjoy like anything till the brahma muhurta brings the start of another day through the first two weeks in April we are told following ekadasi will take us back home that top most destination where you learn to walk on your head so we looked at the calendar and counted it was the eleventh day after full moon we waved at the pujari as he pushed back the curtain saying you've come in the nick of time the dress has every color in the rainbow and their effulgence is as brilliant as the sun so we bowed before the thakuras and waited till the leis were done made of roses gerbera and lots of leaves showing how sometimes they're made from seemingly nothing but looked o so well then Bhakta Blade smiled at Cycle Babble and i saying why don't you guys go for a ride on main street we came upon two or four cruisers going by them so smoothly then we drafted behind a big truck took us up the whaler's hill hearing them sing the names of Gaura we cheered their will then the call of ratha-bhojana-vrksa brought us back down following kalarupa back for service hoping to see those rainbow colors once more and in the evening the laughing lion deep blue with yellow boarder topped by surya puspa mukut and effulgence enjoying till the night was through a lion in the joytish wheel and birth moment a blue ribbon personality is going to appear on this full moon night on a full lunar eclipse day people gathered on the Ganges bank chanting Hari Nama blue with pink and silver accents flower mukuts and effulgence rose, primrose and wisteria combine in novel ways dancing with their forms outstanding leis that Gaura Purnima a vivid memory Cycle Babble and i set our sights far along a young pace line is our gage the point of the hook on the horizon a bright afternoon stage travelers with their saddle bags stuffed for cross country adventure call of ratha-bhojana-vrksa hammering back chasing kalarupa that's a fact kernel of divine love welcomes us in ceremony of the bells is about to begin in the evening Murka helps them with their Pralhlad-a-dad orange with a panel skirt dancing and dancing till brahma muhurta try a design unique to the math swirling and dancing on the altar seamstress saw it in a picture thakura's clothes floating on the air pink jasmine and plumerias in their hair purple and pink for Mahaprabhu pink and purple for Giridhari too sat cit even ananda Srimati Gandharvika mostly pink with mesh over all two separate chodders made for Janmastami day twoderful whole rose leis Murka and everyone but the maker like it that way Cycle Babble and i pedaling along main street mahamuni's post box up skater's hill seeing them perform their feat blissful in their pirouettes while Cycle Babble and i revel along the new path by the beach two pace lines we fit between quite fine sprinting along to keep up ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls us back round the corner to salute the cruiser king his subjects sing through the treacherous triangle the house where choc-o-lot and strawberries tangle pushing hard up the hill to campa hatti with lilac past marcedo de las pulgas meeting kalarupa who's already sprinting fast the kernel of divine love puts his hands together as Murka starts the ceremony of the bells with the incense smelling ever better in the mint green and purple the Thakuras dress for rest dancing and dancing they pass the test as all come for brahma muhurta to be seen are eternally blessed follow the angels where the angels are leading even the safest of places are scary when you're alone could be a python waiting to devour us all from the angels you'll get the divine name from the angels mercy is falling like rain rose, primrose and petals in the leis green with yellow today Mahaprabhu and Srimati Gandharvika with green Giridhari's jacket is tie-dye or is it yellow you'll see it as revealed by this magical fellow Cycle Babble and i are out on t he main street skaters performing at the top of their hill we pick up speed on the way down when we're sprinting pace lines come round the bend on the beach trail mothers are strolling their kids while we're hammering tennis players are on serve over the harbor bridge passing the beasts on their right they catch up after the light round the corner to salute the king once more his subjects out number us twenty-two or three to four heading through the treacherous triangle beasts are mangled some one calls Cycle Babble's name from behind "Gaura Premanandi!" together we chimed kalarupa is trying to keep up crossing the gate a sweet smiler has us drink from a buttercup kirtan beomes a pleasant cacophony through the bells ceremony a lion on the chase green accenting the purple base thakuras sway and dance all about the place put six bangles on Giridhari's left arm six jeweled bangles his shirtless display at the beginning of the spring season marks the first of the warmest of days come along to be seen by the thakuras Giridhari plays his flute by the kund and from the temple of Srimati Gandharvika's heart shows his form of Mahaprabhu dressed in the colors purple, yellow, and sky blue cleaning the roses taking some of the petals mixing with whole ones to make the leis lets go and be seen by the thakuras dressed up for the warm day what if then we invite everyone we meet to come see them this way Cycle Babble and i are off to do that asking cyclists on tires both skinny and fat to leave all their sadness far behind them spend hours in the saddle chanting the name from the main street up to the whalers come to the harbor and hear the sailors donning summer clothes no more dodging the raindrops now they're on the drops cheating the wind ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls in a sweet tune come to be seen by the thakuras on the day before dark moon we'll hear the kernel of divine love chant the kirtan finding the truth in each motion as Murka performs the ceremony of the bells then as the thakuras slip into their nightdress "deep within the far off jungle" watch for their dancing by the twinkling starlight coming again to brahma muhurta celebration to make the day bright among fishes i am the shark colors of a hockey team teal blue and chocolate brown ruffles in Giridhari's kirta like flowers round master hypnotist cast a spell one thought His silk chodder is velvet leis of wild flowers collected from all around put together perfect i say to Cycle Babble "come with me" "let's go sprinting free" a polished cyclist gave us the eye as if he should know who he had went by the whalers are singing and dancing and detailing the beasts Cycle Babble and i salute when they expect it least missing the treacherous triangle by taking the smaller side streets to see the king a small feat ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls so we wing along between the hills pedaling strong marcedo de las pulgas is empty now so it's quickly to meet kalarupa any how at the mrga bhavana where the rhododendron blooms light comes from all the rooms to the gate walking through the mud remembering the longhorns chewing their cud bells in ceremony begin to ring Mahamuni greets us saying "ring-a-ding-ding" hiranya kasipu is the nightdress soft gold and yellow their forms caress till they look upon all at brahma muhurta and bless with smaranam the live long day