they dance upon the pups bhusana simhasana
Srimati Gandharvika's sweet green eyes so charming
outfit white and gold colors of Gurudeva's choosing
message is join in Mahaprabhu's sankirtana
leis of spider mums and snap dragons so intriguing
pedaling off to the campa hatti and beyond
through Saint Dagwood's park
up beach hill near
Bhakta Blade's kutir
on to the natural bridges
sea lions bark out to all their bodies wet and shinning
ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls us back to wake the thakuras from bed
under a canopy of flowers
peddlers with satisfied smile bid us well
to serve our lord and master
ceremony of the bells begins as Murka sounds the sank
panca pradipa fiery light to reveal their forms
and destroy the darkness
at night it's in the ninth
to bed once again dancing and dancing
enjoy like anything
their dancing does their talking
she asked if the Thakuras had an outfit that is yellow and red
Janmastami was coming and Seamstress could use an idea
next thing i knew i was telling her
she got right on it
by the end of the week she had the plan
inspiration comes from any where
we were so buoyant she let her idea flow
today the leis of roses with centers of gerberas
the vision takes one half the way there
Cycle Babble and i continue to pedal away our worries
following the team that seems to hurry
fixed gear freaks are out near beach hill
as we go through the round-a-bout drill
past the kutir of Bhakta Blade
on the way to Seymour's museum where the whales played
next was the trail to the mariposas
as close as we can get inside the redwood forest
we hear the calling of ratha-bhojana-vrksa
don't let Maya trick ya
meeting kalarupa it was a merry dance that he led
crossing the gate Vijaya was there to greet us
while Murka performed "bells"
we chanted and danced feeling so well
then he dressed them in baby blue
all the day they've enjoyed like anything
now they allow Murka to put them in bed
there's nothing more needs be said
Guru Maharaja's avirbhava or any other festival was coming
so all seamstress started as all good outfits do
Nila, arena and syama came together
LIVE in the arena of pure consciousness
the colors combine in this pleasing way
today purple, yellow and orange roses and petals made the leis
"finally Giridhari's is long enough" i heard the maker say
"it's the 'knee tickler' that makes the difference for the basic length is the same
Srimati Gandharivka's forms the heart for which the devotees aim
behind them there's a couple of peacocks on the backdrop
Cycle Babble and i are slipping into the mystic corridor to avoid the rain flops
another storm is coming through
still those who pedal are going on tried and true
over the first highway to the point of the hook
those in beasts can't help but look
astonished at how we're able to carry on
between the lakes and beyond
the natasala has people huddled under the marquee
while they wait for the act they've come to see
round the corner to the see the cruiser king
the call from the ratha-bhojana-vrksa rings
and hammering as far as he can Cycle Babble
meets kalarupa under the famous tree and learns
the best way to return
to the ashram is through the corridor to up to the barn's door
while Murka begins the ceremony and devotees even the score
in the night the babaji
Marakatamani Puri
while ridding on the horse of a different color at a steady rate
he continues talking like a pirate
have noticed how Gandharvika's eyes are green?
peeking out from behind her veil
quietly smiling on the simhasana
with the pink and creamy outfit on
it has just a touch of green
it's all part of the thakura's scene
leis of full roses
that stretch all the way to their toes
in the very colors of this outfit even the green leaves
are the right shade
swaying gently from side to side
signaling Cycle Babble and i it's safe to ride
no more raindrops this afternoon
we should take advantage provided by the sun to sing this tune
we'll go round the southland to Mahamuni's post box
through lion's park up skater's hill where they have beanies to cover their locks
we meet similar cyclists each day
do you think the power linesmen
or the rain the spring has brought in
will keep us at home
no i don't thinks so that mystic corridor will allow us to roam
lo and behold i saw a banker pedaling between the drops today
ratha-bhojana-vrksa whispers come this way
Murka is starting the ceremony of the bells
with the sound of the conch shell
as they ready for their evening dance
Murka dresses them up in the morning we come under their glance
puts them in bed and then quick as a wink he turns out the lights
Giridhari lifted Govardhana hill with his left hand
said the parrot to his mate
to protect the Vrajavasis so grand
ah but when he's alone he's not complete
he needs Srimati Gandharvika to enhance his wonderful feats
parrots all over this outfit
Mahaprabhu's chodder, Giridhari's cape and Srimati Gandharvika's palo at the top of it
leis of full roses once again
so artistically arranged outstanding in any opinion
with rain at bay this afternoon
Cycle Babble and i are pedaling catching up the boon
from the southland to the lion's park with Mahamuni's post box in between
the freaks on skater's hill are always looking keen
sprinting to the village and over the little bridge
over looking the sufferers from the point's own ridge
the geese honk along our path to the dock
round to the natasala where the folks are lined up round the block
the corner leads to the cruiser king
and to hear the whalers sing
up the harbor hill by the champ hatti and puspa frank
no one is in the marcedo de las pulgas rank
meeting kalarupa after the call of ratha-bhojana-vrksa
chasing him like a rickshaw
to the ceremony of the bells
where all troubles fell
the lion on the chase purple and green
nightdress with such sheen
at brahma muhurta celebration
they'll enchant the whole nation
hold the arati a little while
teacher and his english class completing their last mile
but those here want to know
purple of the easter season
Gaura Purnima is like Saint Patricks day?
another set of trim rose leis
all will be astounded by the folds of Giridhari's cape
and Thakura's gentle smiles
Murka has his own mischievous smile
Thakuras haven't appeared
well not yet
as soon as pedagogue arrives
there will be the awaited unveiling
start slow rain at bay
down main street around the corner to the cruiser king
through the treacherous triangle quite the fling
over the bridge to the tennis park then between the lakes
pedal harder for heaven sakes
sunny cove as ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls
Cycle Babble hammers while the beasts crawl
fixed gear freaks rigs painted like Woodstock nation
quite the rolling sensation
meeting kalarupa dodging the construction
following road sign instruction
at the gate we cross with style
greeted by the bunnies at the wood pile
ceremony of the bells behind
if it don't matter they won't mind
the day comes to an end
while they dance and enjoy like anything
brown and black with a bit of red
like a phoenix all rise from bed
can you tell an eclipse from a purnima
illusion from a dream
the rabbit held by the moon
the ganges from the yamuna
just what can you tell
look at Srimati Gandharvika's veil
and Sri Giridhari's lei's trail
roses both petaled and full
look how they pull
Mahaprabhu's chodder and sash
as he dances they flash
can Cycle Babble get into the mystic corridor once again
not so much rain but to avoid the wind
look at the other cyclists out in the street
staying upright is quite a feat
loose windbreakers would flap in the breeze
cutting their speeds
white caps by the hook
a chill in the sunny cove nook
between the lakes
ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls out "come back! gracious sakes!"
hammering begins in ernest by the cruiser king's shop
Cycle Babble catches a drift that there is no way to stop
kalarupa waits under the famous tree
they continue to the ashram to see
the bunnies who are waiting begin to flee
Murka as usual celebrates the bells
each one present intoxicated by the way the incense smells
at night the soft and supple two
yellow and gold Hiranya Kasipu
lets them dance all night with out fatigue
at brahma muhurta all will be intrigued
smooth dancing actor is in town again
as the spring has come at last
he's got his blue flower pushed over his left ear
taking away all of our fears
rays of love are reflecting here
from the mirrors all over their clothes
if they would only take one corner of our hearts
then his total take over would start
the campa hatti walla said the daffodils would open
but the leis maker didn't cut them first
so the leis are made of pom pom, roses that were hid
and the few daffodils that did
hope they take their place in our hearts
sunny days have returned for now
so Cycle Babble and i pedal while the team shows us how
as we keep the image of the thakuras in our heart
we saw some sufferers standing beside their boards
attached to their ankles by cords
ratha-bhojana-vrksa comes calling us home
but didn't say how long we could take
so we circled the spinner's church giving the beasts a break
passing the boardwalk wasn't the direction we needed to go
but it worked out and showed just who's in control
then greeting the cruiser king i take my leave at the shop
Cycle Babble hammers along like he's never going to stop
chasing kalarupa all the way to the ashram
where the Kernel of Divine Love brings him along
Murka celebrates the bells with incense and lamps
while Kumara runs down a ground hog on the scamp
in the evening it's synchronicity
that had all the thakuras in red yellow and blue
pictures from round the world let us know that it's true
now they go and dance all night
until the brahma muhurta comes with the dawn's early light
out on Hari Nama sankirtan taking it in stride
in the service of our divine guide
calling out to everyone to teach their spirits not to wilt
but if Srimati Gandharvika's sari isn't put on right
it may rise like the sun or set like it does at night
ooh the sound the seamstress made
made Murka laugh
oohdita tapana
on the long and winding road Cycle Babble and i start out
hammering up to the team to catch them no doubt
tracing the hook to the point into the sunny cove
cyclists pedaling in droves
between the lakes the geese like to honk and flap their wings
the natasala's marquee shouts out coming things
round the corner as usual we see the king
when we heard the messenger of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa
bidding us come back to the campa hatti waving to the padma purusa
to chase kalarupa to the ashram laughing all the way
to where Mahamuni was waiting inside
but came out to greet us and thrive
at the setting sun
Murka's ceremony of the bells begun
let's see oohdita tapana again
and for the night the laughing lion is the dress
how much more can we be blessed
and in the morning brahma muhurta comes
when the Thakuras receive everyone
under surya puspa mukuts and effulgence
thakuras looked much brighter as they danced
in their Sue Nila Vasana, very beautiful blue dress
then you see the leis of daffy dills and roses
made with care their fragrance tempting everyone's noses
with the sunny afternoon skies
Cycle Babble and i pedal so fast we fly
along main street hearing the whalers sing
detailing beasts polishing all things
cyclists rejoicing in Saint Dagwood's park
spinning hammering or sprinting all out for a lark
then we sadly hear ratha-bhojana-vrksa and head the call
"come on back don't try and stall"
meeting kalarupa under the famous tree
said take it away it was really up to me
Murka celebrates the bells by lighting incense and lamps
when it comes to kirtan you guys are the champs
and in the evening pralhad a dad stops buy
sight at brahma muhurta will get all to try
a little harder to make it back to the spiritual sky
it seemed as kali yuga might hang around forever
when we read about the cow being beaten
along the side of the public road
the eyes of all devotees were stamped by
Srimati Gandharvika's mischievous smile
and their gentle smiles are calling to have darsana
of their orange and creamy white outfit from a Gaura Purnima so long ago
then Cycle Babble and i are pedaling through sunshine
the fixed gear freaks are beckoning us to follow
where Saint Dagwood's park meets the river
so we have to pedal harder breaking into a full sprint
when at last we catch them they cheer and give us both high fives
together we hammer laughing as we climb the beach hill
then it's Bhakta Blade's kutir and he comes out to salute us
while we head on to the spinner's church
where ears are filled with the call of ratha-bhojana-vrksa to come home
on our way around biding farewell to the fixed gears
Cycle Babble and i pass over the old rail bridge
go around the corner to see the cruiser king
meeting kalarupa we sprint to hear the ceremonial bells ring
and then in the evening with the light green and purple nightdress
featuring silver accent trim
so when Murka opens the curtain in the brahma muhurta
Giridhari gives all help who've come be seen by him
while playing a game with a laughing fellow
a butter fluttered by
landing in the hand it said
"come with me lost soul i'll get you home"
"it's to a forest i can take you where
every creature tree and creeper
is a personality"
each is singing, dancing and playing
in a silly symphony
that over and above all is directed by
none other than the bamboo flute
and if you look closely
you'll soon see
Srimati Gandharvika's sari appears
to be illuminated by tiny christmas lights
giving red glow to the night
in today's leis according to the maker
measurements were mixed
so Mahaprabhu got a toe tickler
this afternoon Cycle Babble and i took the challenge
of another sunny day
to pedal off by t he hook to the point and sunny cove
where in the wind the kites played
on between the lakes the geese honked
from there through the harbor where dogs and people jogged
then the call of ratha-bhojana-vrksa came in loud and clear
then Cycle Babble and i got on out of there
chasing kalarupa over the chain of the ashram gate
while Murka celebrated bells and the devotees couldn't wait
in the evening there came Krsna is a brahmacari
Srimati Gandharvika's orange viel and purple sari
are the talk of the brahma muhurta
while all the devotees dance and chant
seventy-eight daffodils in the Thakura's leis
with four dozen roses and mums come to have their say
from the silk turban on the top of Sri Giridhari's head
to the ankle bells on his lotus feet
it's the true value
copper white and blue
with peacock feather effulgence
seed beed work so intense
love's labor
draws such favor
in the calm afternoon
Cycle Babble and i are away so soon
taking in the trees and flowers
as they strike the hour
then there were five team mates training by the hook
hammering hammering we couldn't help but look
fixed gear freaks jamming back to school
messengers who are plain too cool
while Cycle Babble and i head ratha-bhojana-vrksa's cry
catching up with kalarupa sprinting till we began to fly
Murka is celebrating the bells
through the eucalyptus the kirtan wells
and in the evening they go deep within
the far off jungle white with red and olive they're dancing again
on up to brahma muhurta when curtain opens once more
boiling the butter till the butter turns in to ghee
the color of the foam is what the color of this outfit appears to be
with rust and avocado flowers in embroidery
with extra large effulgences as their crowning glory
singing to the flowers
petals and prim roses by the score
stinging them into leis
from their necks down to their knees
dancing and caressing their forms cascading fancy free
going to explain to Murka got to find the right words to say
for the primroses have to sit the right way
they need to show their faces so the world can see
the glory of their service and how happy all can be
cycling in the sunshine
having passed through last week's rain
following the fixed gear freaks
going to the meadow where the down hill racers train
next it's to a giant rock
where the ocean made a bridge
but there chance to admire all that
ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls
come for waking the thakuras
cross the hills both big and small
kalarupa awaits under the usual tree
sprinting and spinning all the way through miles one two three
the kernel of divine love is welcoming them
shinning like a gem
after the ceremony of the bells
and the ratri kalina bhoga offering gels
hiragana kasipu is the nightdress
soft and comfortable enough to relieve the stress
and let them dance the rest of the night through
now in that vernal equinox is here
shows that it's the spring of the year
thakuras are wearing dull green
purple and gold accents complete the scene
Srimati Gandharvika's sari jingles her serving mood dust till dawn
everyone knows she'll be there with bells on
leis of more daffodils today
"roses and baby's breath look wild wouldn't you say?"
maker thinks that way
Cycle Babble and i are spinning once again in afternoon sunshine
six or seven team members in a pace line
keeping up with them is a feeling so prime
over the highway and through the park
people with their dogs that bark
but the caravan won't even stop
got to get to the beach hill top
through the neighborhood of Bhakta Blade
sea lions on a rock watch the waves cascade
beach cruisers are recognizing their king
as Cycle Babble and i fly through treacherous triangle as if on wings
ratha-bhojana-vrksa guides us to meet kalarupa at mrga bhavana
under the tree spy a young fawn
cross the chain back to the underbrush with the rain grown unruly
greeted at the other side by Mahamuni
Murka brings order with the ceremony at sunset
as the incense burns it removes all frets
for rest it's "in the ninth"
red chinese silk with flowers embroiered
creamy white veil for Srimati Gandharvika and chodders for "the boys"
swirling and dancing all night long
till the devotees arrive in the morning in a throng
those who make the thakura's clothes
must have a pattern
that can be shown to others who pitch in
they can come together to form a new dress
anything less just won't fly
show the tailor well
what he used to selling
can be put aside
try to explain him your dreams
the one he picks is what you'll have to buy
don't try to ask him why
his explanation might make you cry
just take the outfit and sigh
and know You can't have it your way
today's leis are of flowers on hand
petals calla lilies from the land
make the thakuras smile and
pray they bestow their gift of love upon you
Cycle Babble and i spin on this afternoon so clear
without fear
of the beasts lurking round each bend
singing with the whalers and their friends
through Saint Dagwood's park
to the natural bridges where the sea lions bark
passing five feet from the moon seeing aruna sasi
down the beach hill where the mountain men are getting sassy
saluting the king
we hear ratha-bhojana-vrksa calling out as if he's singing
sprinting to the call brings a smile
the last few miles
to know their love is waiting to be caught
and if we do we'll cry
they call east Bengal the Radhadesh
for that's where the Ganges doesn't flow
at brahma muhurta devotees see the thakuras
in "baby blue" and smile
to know they'll extend that gift of love in such a short while
Gaura Purnima is coming up
and aren't orange and blue colors that go together well
and isn't a cape for Mahaprabhu a story that people will love to tell
and no matter which way the seamstress counts the pieces
in Srimati Gandharvika's sari it feels like they increases
arriving at forty or more
with appliques like Giridhari wore
leis of calla lilies roses and gerberas too
into the mystic corridor Cycle Babble and i are sneaking
between the drops we are a creeping
rain gear on some while others get soaked
all have hearts filled with hope
rounding the corner to see the king
through the treacherous triangle while the whalers sing
ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls come back
following kalarupa trying not to sack
over the chain
taking a divya bath as the sun shines on through the rain
Mahamuni smiles asking if we've not got the sense
to stay out of the storm
remaining inside where all can warm
at night the babaji mounts his horse of a different color
entering into Marakatamani Puri taking like a pirate
hottest of pink and emeraldest of green
thakuras can wait for folks to come to be seen
a star in his bangle
it's almost invisible
bringing the highest to the lowes
wearing pink and silver from Gaura Purnima
one came seeing things for the first time
Srimati Gandharvika's belt threederful
elephants with trunks held high
with finger and nose rings
leis of roses so long and free
so what's the name of this outfit? ask Murka i dare you
yeah what is the name of the outfit?
the seamstress might faint to hear it
superstar
Cycle Babble and i melt away
behind some fixed gear freaks while they play
through the lion's park up the skater's hill
one with body armor tries a three sixty but takes a spill
we sprint all the way through the village where tourists aren't sure
if the rain has been cured
keeping the pitch on the right
hearing ratha-bhojana-vrksa once again we take flight
pull kalarupa to the ceremony of bells together and tight
change the Thakuras from Superstar
to is it tomorrow or just the end of time
purple and green with silver jar mukuts
come for the brahma muhurta and have a look
o lord won't you come down and show us your grace
in lime green and purple with hair curling round your lotus face
zigzag line of truth as a serpentine pace
your forms give beauty to the rose and petal leis
electronic vibrant colors mesmerise
sparkling in everyone's eyes
Cycle Babble and i pedal away around three
in and out of the mystic corridor with rain drops to stay between
some cyclists wear plastic bags
flapping in the wind not causing any drag
along the beach joggers and cyclists fly their freedom flag
ratha-bhojana-vrksa gives us the call
come along home don't try to stall
follow kalarupa to the ashram gate
Murka celebrates the bells at the karatala's rate
oh lord please glance upon us with grace
now in the evening it's a miracle mom
this dress came so fast and they've worn it so long
enjoying like anything what could go wrong
then the devotees return to once again sing the brahma muhurta song
midnight's light has many shades of purple from deep to fair
and the moon watches all as if Giridhari's own eye is there
tonight his pure devotee appears bringing tidings of Mahaprabhu
more than enough make even the most fallen
forget themselves and throw their mundane prospect away
Srila Guru Maharaja appeared at midnight
his smiling glances of mercy
turn our frowns upside down
Mahaprabhu steps out with his turban
it's so hard not to come under his spell
and the wysterious leis with their fragrant air
cool our minds
as Murka continues to offer the panca pradipa
arati after arati
the clouds broke this afternoon
the sun took up it's familiar place
so Cycle Babble and i pedal along
cleaning the cobwebs out of our minds
people out to soak up the sun
some ride the waves others come to run
between the lakes to the tennis park
reading the natasala's marquee on a lark
as ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls us home
to chase kalarupa into the trance
that at the ashram every pedal stroke is a dance
and in the bell's ceremony Murka continues to offer the panca pradipa
in the evening the brown with black trim
and red phoenix birds bring a grin
to the faces in the brahma mahurta assuring them
the day won't be grim
dress the thakuras in yellow
with blue trim
topped with surya mukuts and effulgence
it makes me a sumanas child
collect spray roses, stock and tea roses
put them all together and make 3derful leis
yeah i'm a sumanas child
pedal up next to a fixed gear freak
at least he knows how to speak
seems that cats have all the roadies' tongues
sprinting up the whaler's hill
hearing them sing is quite "chill"
round the corner to the cruiser king
saluting as we hear the ratha-bhojana-vrksa ring
through the treacherous triangle
and the house where choc-o-lot talks-a-lot
meet kalarupa under the famous tree
hammer to the ashram make it on the count of three
under the chain where they're greeted by Mahamuni
bells goes on with Murka and his magic sticks
gold and yellow soft cloth for bed time
they dance the night away