while walking through Jarakhanda forest one day two parrots landed on Mahaprabhu's hand that must have been magic listening to the wonderful things they said krsna katha extraordinaire filled his head before they hid themselves but here they've chosen to appear on the clothes in the mukuts and the glorious cape large and bold increasing the beauty of the leis of roses cycle babble and i once again cycling through a storm between the drops we go just before the rainbows form there are sufferers in the curl at the beach they begin to whirl seeing us on the path they begin to laugh not knowing how we're passing through the storm this season of the year it's quite the norm and the clouds above keep us warm no we're not melting in the storm treacherous triangle ahead cross street's light is red so we scamper through there's the famous house where even strawberries are choc-o-lot too the market is closed by the rain ratha-bhojana-vrksa accepts our prayers again and grants us we'll make the ceremony of the bells mi ray is there he's the most valuable prayer gets us in with bells on even if they know we've been gone they can't tell how long in the evening Krsna is a brahmacari with his orange kirta and dhoti they dance throughout the night by their own effulgent light

the mahajanas have been trying whole heartedly to deliver us all inviting us to join the living descending from Srimati Gandharvika's effulgence those saffron mercy particles who are dispelling all darkness to take us home again quick come see the turbans worn by both Mahaprabhu and Giridhari full rose leis so fragrant must be a heavenly scent cycle babble you've on the dui cakra plane can't be stopped even by the rain cycle awhile with me there's so much we could see even on this cloudy day we can find a silver lining darting between the drops we'll see the sun is shining revealing sufferers at a big wave's feet trainers and casual cyclists are all tasting the afternoon sweet round the bout and circle church can we cross the beach hill and still be back to continue the search rath-bhojana-vrksa gives his grace our pace increases to a race vijaya is there to welcome us ceremony of the bells makes our hearts rush in the evening the clouds cover reflects the heat so in the adbhuta singha they're ready for rest , day complete

between the yellow and blue more parrots are hanging out watching as the devotees present themselves for service it was nrsimhacaturdasi seamstress turned on the sewing machine and the outfits keep coming no reason to slow down they see everyone's dandavats bowing down as one praying for more service putting illusion on the run mahamuni is calling out make leis in the prasadam hall sumanas flowers, roses and petals for all they follow the Thakura's contours their dancing never feels the need to slow down cycle babble and i hear the sufferer thakura calling catching outfit jewels before they fall stoping by Mahamuni's post box through lion's park on the way to the garden mall snapping a picture of sea lions before dark then we return on highway one ceremony of the bells is coming so we must keep going no possibility of slowing down circling the spinner's church over the beach hill past the shop through treacherous triangle for the thrill ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees us bow our heads smiles 'cause he knows we feel our legs are made of lead prahlad-a-dad is the nightdress orange panel sari removes fatigue and stress

as we look at the outfit bought in Vrndavana we wish our eyes wouldn't blink anymore beholding the embroidered peacock feathers standing in the tailor's door i see my filagree chodder has become wrapped round the rickshaw walla's horn which draws attention to the rose and gerbera leis how they seem to dance and sway cycle babble and i are sprinting on the breeze of the afternoon tracing the beach between the lakes to the harbor soon in the park people playing on drums to a different beat than they usually do makes us think about getting back for the ceremony of the bells quickly round the bout to railroad bridge pall mall keeping the pitch on our left in a blast under the highway over pass the winding street taking us back ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees our palms fold gives us nod to say "you're good to go" kernel of divine love helps us along during the ceremony he bangs his gong in deep blue and yellow the lion laughs aloud waiting to see the mangle arati crowd

the moon looks to be holding a rabbit and when it's eclipsed folks come together to remember sri hari and chant Mahaprabhu came to keep everyone on the path this outfit is gold and silver on Gaura Purnima, the first time, everyone's spirits soared and each Gaura Purnima the seamstress makes more today the leis of eclectic flowers that didn't come too soon so OPT offered them with no ill will and when the purnima is near you may see a rabbit being held by the moon cycle babble and i are on the street the team trains through the sun and the rain have to wonder if we're sane up beach hill around the sufferer's flock it's such a sight to see back to ratha-bhojana-vrksa where we bow knowing we must be back now arriving on schedule for ceremony of bells in the evening tune touch that kills, nightdress that follows a rabbit being held by the moon

let's all go for darsana this morning the curtain opens and thakuras appear and when we bow our heads together we see all the colors in the rainbow red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet leis of roses and spider mums cycle babble and i pedal on the winding road chasing the cobwebs out of our mind lightens our load round the point, cove and harbor on serve at the tennis park over the bridge and around the corner back through treacherous triangle in a sneaky way whalers singing the details of the day ratha-bhojana-vrksa watches our palms fold back to the ashram sprinting bold mellow guy greets us where the tree fell follows us to the ceremony of the bells in t he evening thakuras ready for resting deep within the far off jungle dancing and enjoying like anything chocolate brown and teal like jerseys of a hockey team in the Bhagavad-gita "among fishes I am the shark" verse 10:31, you know, halloween impromptu leis light color stands out of the dark cycling through the jungle smelling flowers in the air spinning to the sufferer thakura watching the sufferers there round the natural bridge to the wild ranch ridge back round the bout to the marcedo de las pulgas ratha-bhojana-vrksa accepts our respect giving us a helping blast vijaya shows the path pall mall to begin the ceremony of the bells at night Hiranya Kasipu's soft silk yellow and gold anticipating mangle arati when the story will be told

once near Guru Maharaja's appearance day a new olive colored outfit was on it's way murk wondered what would be the name listening to some kids at there word play out of nowhere the answer came when a phrase got pushed together in a little gaff "diet olive" came to be which brought a laugh and then on this day with heavy offerings made they knew it was a good day for a diet love well the lush jungle has engulfed us when cycle babble and i head for the cement boat spin down the winding road passing Mahamuni's post box and antique shop there's a team up ahead they must be slow as we over take and feel the thrill then we spin through the opals time for the ceremony of the bells so we hammer through marcedo de los pulagas bow to ratha-bhojana-vrksa like grand master said and dress the thakuras in synchronicity for the night before ekadasi

the seamstress had this outfit made in vrndavan gave them a pattern thought she'd told them everything they'd need to know but we found the dhotis were backward just in the nick of time turn them upside down make a way out of the bind and they'll turn out so fine full rose leis standard for wednesday flowing in the dance hooray in the afternoon sunny cove beckons to join the rush in among the racers so well heeled and such all the while our inner messenger is waiting break out weaving through the folks leaving no doubt we're on the amateur side of the line tracing the beach and hills to climb always conscious of the ceremony of the bells has us under the kala rupa's spell ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees our palms fold gotta sprint all the way up the road at the ashram it's a mellow fellow kind of guy greeting us with arms held high after bells they prepare for rest green and purple trimmed with silver anyone in their glance will be blessed

hope lots of people come for darsana this morning hope they all present themselves for service Mahaprabhu's like a golden mountain Mahaprabhu's heart is like molten lava Mahaprabhu is lovingly calling his lost servants home a gaur purnima outfit this morning seamstress says keep the pleats rolling ramai Mahaprabhu's cape defies description Giridhari's dancing skirt and Gandharvika's sari swirl with rose and sumanas leis thinking of all the lost servants calling each and every one of them home cyclists celebrate the end of the rain and sun's warnings tracing the beach all the way to saint Dagwood's park seeing the people with their dogs and groceries round the bout round the church of spinning over railroad bridge keeping the D league on the right how many pulgas are in the marcedero this afternoon ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees our palms fold the kernel of divine love welcomes us back as temperature grows cold bells in the ceremony chime and how! thakuras are asleep now in their baby blue and white with winter chodders they're dreaming of their pure servitors enjoying like anything and dancing all night long have you been seen by the thakuras today? wearing their multicolored outfits Mahaprabhu has mango and green while Giridhari is in his traditional yellow Srimati Gandharvika's has a beautifully blue sheen from which the dress takes it's name Sue'Nila vasana with parrot belts around happily they dance on the simhasana with leis of petals, lilies and a lone marigold so much fun in Sue 'Nila vasana all walk is dance all talk is song rainy day is back clouds are silver the sky is grey but cycle babble and i never stop gotta make it out each day on the street behold there is one of the local teams the pace line grooming in their steady stream each one we meet seems to say get out ot play don't think the winter you cannot slay through the lion's park to the skater's hill from school boys on foot to those on boards looking for a thrill pitch on the right as we duck under the bridge mi ray says welcome back as we come to the ashram ridge ceremony is there with bells on afterword it's the hot pink and emerald green talking like a pirate the babji makes the scene and the thakuras are ready for another night let them get started turn out the lights

when i saw the thakuras curtain open today their clothes took my breath away colors good and strong the impression lasts so long and the rose and lily leis have so much fun as they play with the pleats as they spin and roll floating ever so high don't try and understand so sunny and warm this afternoon cycle babble and i go early to get back soon from around the point of the hook sufferers on their boards just look cyclists out to replace lost time they had to stay out of the rain quickly we passed the whalers the chanting detailers over the highway what a picture next bowing before ratha-bhojana-vrksa after ceremony of the bells thakuras wear in the ninth and make it look so well at mangle arati it'll be so good to see

coming before Mahaprabhubowing down with a sumanas my hand weaving pieces into mukuts and effulgence maybe have enough left over to make a leis garland 'cause i'm a sumanas child cycle babble and i keep on sprinting from one side of the bridge to the other sprinting at the speed of the breeze the pace line stays in formation cycle babble and i are drafting any way we can hold our own sweet time is creeping up behind us chasing us back for ceremony of the bells at end of the day arriving we aren't any more in this world thakuras will bring us into the next one so we don't want

be late darsana of their "i'm a sumanas child" outfit in the evening the yellow and gold soft now right for resting or whatever they do between the dark and mangle arati's first light

during the dipa of the sandhya arati someone comes to look at their watch and sees forest green, black with some silver at play button pompoms, yellow lilies and white roses in the leis take this darsana and get drawn into that land of dedication above taste the current from the power line of their love should we go to the usual point of the hook or maybe go to see the cement boat maybe to "top of the world" we read about in the travel book the racers help us cross the moat turn us into polished cyclists we can thank mi ray for his inspiration to stay focused going on for the long haul the errand runners and recreational guys try to keep up while ratha-bhojana-vrksa gets our respect the kernel of divine love is at the gate drawing us in to begin the ceremony of the bells later in the evening a mellow fellow comes under their spell dress them in their nightdress green and purple "a lion on the chase" yellow and purple are what they wear today dancing and dancing in ecstatic display sometimes he laughs some times cry either way his mood makes everyone touch the sky yellow and purple swirling around turning frowns upside down becoming happy even if you were in misery Mahaprabhu's dancing is the greatest sight to see leis of purple stock roses and petals catch the eye raising souls from the darkness to light "smooth dancing actor" subject of this rhyme cycle babble and i came riding through the storm to the opal place as is the norm with the clouds it was warm by the presence of the storm over the harbor on the bridge road clearing cobwebs from our mental load in the afternoon of a rainy day we aren't the only ones at play there are teams and errand runners out even though "come in out of the rain" 'normal' folks shout round the corner and the shop where i have to stop leave cycle babble to get back to wake 'em by reciting the hymn ratha-bhojana-vrksa gets a bow on past the grazing cow mi ray lets him in soon the ceremony of the bells begin tonight''s "the phoenix" turn to stand upon the simhasana and hurdy-gurdy man lends a hand

Govardhana Puja mangal arati dress
called Prahlad-a-dad features Srimati Gandharvika's panel skirt from Nrsimhadeva's appearance would be a good guess
This one's from Govardhana Puja day
lifting the hill with his left hand in a protective way
After a refreshing pancamrta bath the white pink and silver outfit with mukuts that bust loose

nila arena and syama LIVE in the arena of pure consciousness again the new moon is here so waxing can begin parrot mukuts and belt have brought new light to this standard rose and marigold flowers in the leis with sweet williams it may bring blessing of laxmi devi this way cycle babble and i are out tracing the beach spinning the cobwebs out of our reach sufferers point the way from the cove through the park giving us impetus to make it back to the ashram before dark some in full winter gear others not sure the season is here all with some kind of light in case they have to split the night ratha-bhojana-vrksa isn't afraid in short while the ceremony of the bells is made orange panel skirt for rest one of the very best come to mangle arati and be blessed there must be something happening here there's a lot of confusion cowherd men offer worship to Govardhana hill as they farmed the earth they became very happy it increased their mirth Indra he got excited and sent some angry clouds looking to teach a lesson to that cowherd crowd Mahaprabhu sat upon the simhasana in all the devotees view many came and went giving gifts and getting blessings too one gave a bangle with a single star this white and pink outfit has a touch of silver so "superstar" became it's name he's the source of all fame full rose leis hung round their necks reaching their toes divine fragrance enchanted all but from where it came who knows? outside in the warm afternoon cycle babble and i took off to the point of the hook coming to the sunny cove we turned around to look at all the sufferers on their boards iseemed they would be hurt so when the waves crashed on the shore off in the far distance the tower clock chimed we'd best begin the climb so the ceremony of the bells won't end in a bind then coming in from where we'd roamed cycle babble and i met the kernel of divine love who called out welcome home later in the evening thakuras were ready for rest a mellow fellow came to help putting murka's memory to the test yeah it's orange from one angle but from another it's green both are true yet both are false it depends from which angle it's seen

on the simhasana the thakuras attract all with their gentle smiles and dance chase away all anxieties with the smile

at the bottom of Srimati Gandharvika's sari murk quietly wonders am i the only one who remembers that artist mister max who was famous in days of yore for his psychedelic paintings capturing rainbows and sunshine in ways most sublime leis of roses petals lilies and surya puspa frillies cycling the winding road hearing the bird calls and smelling the autumn leaves such good stress relief spinning to the beach wondering of the sufferers are navigating by the stars through the cove and harbor tennis game each ride is anything but plain people with in their winter gear cycle babble and i realize we got to get on out of here the ceremony of the bells is underway all the people pray for a vision of the thakuras in the touch that kills creamy white and red at mangle arati while the day's energy builds take a look and see what came in the mail today wow the small Deities new outfit check this out it's got "pills" written on it oh yeah, like Mahaprabhu, what did he say? "I've got the medicine to cure the disease of illusion" make maya take a holiday lack of flowers for the leis watch the makers play a bunch of daisy mums with sumanas flowers even leaves come in this needy hour kirtan sounds ankle bells and kartalas chime even the most hard hearted taste pleasure sublime on the thakuras they become most amazing afternoon's quiet so cycle babble and i spin slow along the street we very well know dressing like a team is well worth while absorbed in the memory of thakura's gentle smile sprinting carefully want to stay free of the real team's attitude continue in our casual mood coming to the treacherous triangle once again chance to get through i'll tell you when not yet but soon the beasts will be separating pushing through can't be waiting to the long winding road we go ratha-bhojana-vrksa our respect we show Mahamuni has gone away so the mellow fellow show us the way to the ceremony of the bells the sound of kirtan swells in the evening the lion laughs so many nightdresses the thakuras hath deep blue and yellow assisted by the mellow fellow the lights go out and they take rest without a doubt

"simha vilocana", the glance of a lion, within that glance disciples found the sign of guidance and if their service was pleasing what Srila Guru Maharaja, the guardian, was seeing defined the topmost glory "I was born at midnight" he begins his story brilliant as the sun even from the time his life begun today's outfit offered for his worship gently flutters pink-purple along with the shade of melted butter full rose leis for this most blessed day cycling between the drops a bit of hydroplaning when they stop sufferers out to challenge the rain not going to stop they make it plain by the cove and harbor too round the corner the treacherous triangle comes into view over road one now the return has begun respecting ratha-bhojana-vrksa with a bow ceremony of the bells starting now Mahamuni says as he welcomes us back cb lights the last stick of incense in the pack the nightdress in synchronicity mango, yellow and blue reminds it's ekadasi in the brahma muhurta they appear make their service what we hold most dear on the first ekadasi traditional colors of mango,yellow and blue to see make sure srimati gandharvika's sari doesn't tumble or rise seamstress cautioned me more roses punctuated with surya puspa in the leis bouncing as they dance today cycle babble and i are out for a ride trying to capture the devotional spirit inside shorts so trouser cuffs won't break our stride the wrench cautioned me who takes good care of your bicycle has rescued you from many a pickle shoppers at their corner are looking across at me hammering through the treacherous triangle then look and see the famous house where choc-o-lot learns to talk as fast as we can past the place of the doc ratha-bhojana-vrksa gets a bow gazing on the long horn ranch's cows the kernel of divine love greets us at last got to get inside fast ceremony of the bells begins darsana of udita tapana once again nightdress fit for dancing deep within the far off jungle of everyone's heart waiting now for mangle arati to start find a way to make Srimati Gandharvika's skirt a little longer but don't make the color any stronger an extra ruffle will do the trick some blue stars can make it quick leis of sweet williams, surya puspa and petals of roses their fragrance taking seat in every nose cycling in the afternoon now that the sun has returned go out and catch it past the cove through the harbor you won't regret it turning back in the park got to be quick to beat the dark respect ratha-bhojana-vfksa once again coming to the ashram mi ray lets us in in time for the ceremony of the bells to begin after that gold and yellow assisted by the mellow fellow they relax ready for the night soon as murka turns out the light

forty orange and blue pieces in Srimati Gandharvika's sari today seamstress told me she counted that way with the appliques on Mahaprabhu's cape leaving many a mouth a gape let's all go for darsana see the rose leis with surya puspas with sweet williams for fortune Mahaprabhu's love is scorchin' through the forest on the way to Vrndavan cycle babble and i are out on a hot afternoon careful of the red faced drivers who's fists are sometimes waving wanting cyclists and joggers to just go away around the sea lions rock cameras are flashing even though the hordes of tourists are only a few we go along the wilder trail with mountain men and others passing on through to return for ceremony of the bells we've got to get through the treacherous triangle where drivers swell sneaking along with stealth ratha-bhojana-vrksa is respected in health Mahamuni welcomes us from on the hillside where he goes walking while the thakuras wear their outfit like a pirate is talking pink and emerald green come to mangle arati and be seen have you seen Giridhari's peacock feather jacket? each of the feathers jewels sewn on by hand he quietly sits on the simhasana with the tails of that jacket floating in the air happily swaying with the full rose leis that hang round his necok as he plays so much fun going to the point today rounding the hook does our hearts good on serve at the tennis park over the harbor as we should round the corner and cross saint dagwood's river cooled down from a day ago now there's a shiver where there once was summer sweat tandems and racers are going along ratha-bhojana-vrksa ahead standing long branches rub together in song even the flowers are coming for the ceremony of the bells mi ray suddenly appears to pray for me knowing how far i've fell now in the silver green and purple thakuras prepare for rest turn out the lights

getting an outfit made in Vrndavana you need a pattern for the tailor to go by have all the measurements together pay the tailor plenty

otherwise he'll just as soon leave your request aside this creamy white and red is an example of all i've said the tailor didn't feel he'd make enough money and that's the truth seamstress found out when she saw the finished product it raised a doubt rose and mums in the leis looking so good today cycle babble and i on down the road lighten the load of the ordinary look going along among the trainers to the hook and later the sunny cove around the corner the treasure trove of cycling pastimes heading for the sublime ceremony of the bells respecting ratha-bhojana-vrksa taking in the jungle smells with the sound of the sank Mahamuni appears to dissipate our fears and in baby blue the thakuras take their rest and what ever nighttime things they do 'till first light in the sky and magal arati brings another chance to try and see their smiles

on radhastami the seamstress had an inspiration what kind of dress for the special day called me over and here's what she had to say Mahaprabhu in mango, Giirdhari yellow and red Srimati Gandharvika in blue flowers on their kirtas on her sari there are flower panels too leis of full roses that extend to their toes call in krsnasraya to make their sandals shine when the curtain opens they all feel so fine cycle babble and i are pedaling away bright sun only in the afternoon we sure can't stay going from the point to the sunny cove via the hook or the crook over the harbor up the beach hill round the spinner's church to get our fill crossing the railroad track to the wild trail look there's a sufferer on a board with a sail he's staying on top of the curl while cycle babble and i make the pedals swirl respecting ratha-bhojana-vrksa bowing our heads taking delight that the evening sky shows red at the ashram it's Maha muni to welcome us home ceremony of the bells YES a big OM then trading stories with one so mellow of the Deity's play how this red, blue and green got it's name even through some changes it's more or less the same this young fellow turns out the light and thus ends the day

making ghee on sunday and i was impressed the foam on top's color looks so much like this dress so i went to see the altar and got there just in time to be seen by the very best friend of mine i pray that this picture of the beige, rust, and avocado colors with their chodders floating along in waves followed by the rose, sweet william and surya puspa leis it's a narrow street outside the ashram where some cycle in the middle but cycle babble and i stay to the right side carefully looking forward 'cause it's not so very wide hammering on main street past the campa hatti on the right slowing a bit for the changing light through the park and up beach hill round spinner's church waiting for the thrill of seeing sufferer thakura observing the champions of the world suffering in the lane with their banners unfurled spinning on to the bridges and the wild trail returning for the waking we know we can't fail first highway crosses under the rise sprinting a little harder with the sun still in our eyes ratha-bhojana-vrksa gets our respect entering the ashram the mellow fellow collects flowers for the ceremony of the bells mixed with the incense and other exotic smells in the evening hiranya kasipu is the nightdress yellow and gold silk smoothes away distress mangle arati with an extra hour for everyone to arrive to see how beauty conquers power

"I was born at midnight" Srila Guru Maharaja began his story that way on the ninth day of Kartik the absolute's divine game as the waves of mercy splashed

all within it's grasp mums,gerberas and rose leis soon all would become blessed then the afternoon awakened cycle babble and i spin as if we had wings circling the sufferers on all saints day chasing racers drafting behind the training tream night is closing in while the moon's is on the wane swirling and weaving between joggers and lovers under sufferer thakura's eye leaves floating from the autumn sky this rides too short yet it's time to go kalarupa said cycle babble nodded his head so we crossed treacherous triangle together respecting ratha-bhojana-vkrsa very clever mi ray welcomes us to join in the worship ceremony of the bells then dress the thakuras in nightclothes of cloth decorated by a phoenix

my mind is following the angels i wish i could do it all the time each time i have to away from here i think i'm going to go out of my mind giridhari has green trim and yellow it's the reverse for Srimati Gandharvika and Mahaprabhu full rose leis so long thakuras almost step on them yet they never do 'cause the flowers are in perfect trim

cycle babble and sprint to the hook weave in and out of the joggers, pickpockets and lovers up beach hill and spinner's church observing it all from our perch stealing through treacherous triangle stealthily bowing to ratha-bhojana-vrksa healtily a fellow mellow yellow greets cycle babble with a hearty "hello" bells begin in line with the holy book it's a miracle mom purple and white they enjoy like anything dancing through the night