in chocolate brown and teal colors of a team "Among fishes I am the shark" Krsna says so it's for real chapter 10 verse 31, hey! that's halloween rose and gerbera leis are floating on the gentle breeze just look and see the afternoon is clear cycle babble and i take the dare hammer to Mahamuni's post box collect his present there top of the hill in crisp winter air the skaters are cool tight circles and pirouettes rule ratha-bhojana-vrksa smiles as we fold our palms vijaya welcomes us home in a way that's calm after the sun sinks in to sailor's delight red sky at night the soft yellow and gold of hiranya kasipu now say good night to you

a purple turban upon his head sequins and bangles almost red white silk charms every eye that's cause there's a full moon in the sky rose gerbera leis fragrance all around following as their chodders and skirts gently float up and down this darsana makes all happy chasing away misery any sight will take Maya's spell off me cycle babble and i out while the day is dry the cove and through the harbor and tennis park racing the setting sun trying to beat the dark through treacherous triangle past the choc-o-lot house the market is quiet as a mouse ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees our bow smiles and says get back now Kernel of divine love welcomes us home ceremony of the bells under the simhasana's dome phoenix nightdress at day's end such fun for everyone's best friend

come upon a word game letters go flying in a gust of wind gather up the tiles and see they've made a new phrase it's "diet olive" from Guru Maharaja's sutra "die to live" take a look at the rose leis with sumanas flowers with gerberas that strike the hour rain is on the way the sky looks so we fly down to the point of the hook among joggers pickpockets and flames quickening the pace into the games with the darsana of "diet olive" unfurled it'll take us right on into the upper world Gurudeva has re-written our fate it's a miracle mom! purple with silver lemay a nightdress made as fast as a laser ray and now they dance the night away

devotees looking at Gandharvika's feet does anyone see the smile but me? but isn't it fun seamstress got out her measuring tape it was Gaura Purnima and she made Mahaprabhu a new cape orange and white colors of the day purple roses in the leis cycle babble and i spin on the broadband streets are still wet we understand through lion's park up skater's hill the point of the hook wind is getting shrill solstice has come and in the park people offer services to away the dark through treacherous triangle and over the rise to the whaler's detail we fly past the hospital and marcedo de las pulgas now ratha-bhojana-vrksa seems to smile we bow our heads and hammer a harder to make the last mile Mahamuni welcomes back to punctually sound the shank in the evening admire the elephant with rings upon his trunk adbhuta simha is the nightdress is it orange or green come to mangle arati and you'll see what i mean

look up be ready they're coming learn to be a good receiver the saffron mercy particles are falling all around us look close you'll see them there on Srimati Gandharvika's sari parrots keeping themselves in hiding waiting to sing the glories of Radha and Krsna remembering this blue and yellow dress will save us from Maya leis of roses becoming beautiful on Their bodies rain's coming cycle babble and i need to take cover aware of the drops water falling endlessly let's go between them they could hit us make us loose our balance and not be ready for the bells ceremony round the tennis park over the harbor to the natasala going full bore ratha-bhojana-vrksa smiles knowing we'll be back at four then in the evening nightdress as brilliant as a midnight sun even in their chodders they have so much fun

this outfit came in a bag marked pills one was for the big Deities and one was for the small the Govardhana's was unmarked by then we'd figured out the drill Mahaprabhu brought the prescription for the age "enechi ausadhi maya" wipe maya's disease at every stage Mahaprabhu's leis is very short but he doesn't mind at all the sun came back today cycle babble and i are excited to play round the bout and spinner's church sufferer thakura smiles as we pedal to the trail that's wild over beach hill on our way back whalers' bags are well packed market is open for a little while ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees bow and blesses us for the last miles mi ray says "hey" and chants a magic spell revealing to us the ceremony of the bells in deep blue with yellow the lion necklace makes us laugh aloud taking rest the thakuras seem to float upon a cloud

on this the second ekadasi day Roy G. Biv came to play seamstress worked in every color in the rainbow leis of winter flowers

can take the cold mums and daisies strong and bold cycle babble and i are spinning slowly between the drips at saint dagwood's park turning round carefully up the hills faster down past the shop through treacherous triangle minding how we go market's closed again today ratha-bhojana-vrksa smiles as we bow but not much to say get the Thakuras out of bed the ceremony of the bells comes next then su santidad reads the text nightdress is "the touch that kills" giving all at mangle arati a thrill

since that Gaura Purnima a couple of years ago these pleats have been rolling putting on show Mahaprabhu's cape is the very best of all as the pleats keep on rolling from wall to wall leis of mums and roses swaying with their gait always precisely on time, never ever late the rain keeps on falling cycle babble and i hear them calling "there's space between for both of you besides just what else are you going to do?" around the usual horn the point to cove and natasala and the shop where cycles are born treacherous triangle lets us splash through whalers sing out from under the roof trying to turn sky to blue the market is closed today and ratha-bhojana-vrksa seeing our palms fold points the way vijay welcomes us back just before the bells devotees cheer and kirtan swells in the evening the yellow silk makes all feel smooth as milk

blue with purple, black with pink trimming the dress a Tuesday's morning outfit Giridhari's parrot belt button mums rose petals with daisies topped with parrot mukuts as folks consciousness raises the dry pavement under our wheels sheen clipped in to indexed shifting chasing the team synchronized pedaling round the corner the route we're delt the roadie, the cycle cross, the messenger's heart melts flag on their helmet blowing in the wind whalers detail round the bend ratha-bhojana-vrksa waving us home we bow chanting om bells are ringing devotees singing and in the evening to bed in prahlad-a-dad a U knee Q double feature Giridhari's chodders like flutter byes some see how the full rose leis are setting souls free now it's down to hook by the point this day the sufferers on their way tennis park over the bridge of the harbor boats are in rounding the natasala got to keep going past the market through the southland into the wood ratha-bhojana-vrksa smiles as we fold our palms says get back as you should to ring the bells in ceremony greeted by Mahamuni and tonight it's tomorrow or just the end of time in their nights are seen to draw colder at mangle arati the devotees will feel bolder noble grace and regal elegance swaying in ecstatic dance the tailor of Vrndavana brought these parrots down found cloth in their same colors and the seamstress' head spun round blue and green and purple red her creativity was fed came with capes and vests a spectacular outfit yes leis of roses mums and daisies devotees all went crazy from the hills of the ashram to the beach between the lakes sprinting through the harbor bridge the sun's out for goodness sakes bhakta blade's bhajan kutir is near spinner's church gulls watching from their perch the pitch is on the left under the first highway moving fast and deft ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees us bow and spin Mahamuni greets us with a grin bells go off kirtan swells i swa Vraja kissing santa claus feelings jell let us hear Giridhari play his flute by the kund under the waxing moon a Janmastami celebration one year all were spellbound by Gandharvika's heart 'twas clear her sky blue Giridhari yellow Mahaprabh's is purple paisley more leis of rose and daisy rain is back and cycle babble and i are between the drops hope no trees are going to flop dark clouds in the sky we know we need to keep an eye getting back welcomed by vijaya bells are ringing while the devotees are singing and tonight it's deep within the far off jungle dancing as if with wings they enjoy the night like anything

blue with purple, black with pink trimming the dress a Tuesday's morning outfit Giridhari's parrot belt button mums rose petals with daisies topped with parrot mukuts as folks consciousness raises the dry pavement under our wheels sheen clipped in to indexed shifting chasing the team synchronized pedaling round the corner the route we're delt the roadie, the cycle cross, the messenger's heart melts flag on their helmet blowing in the wind whalers detail round the bend ratha-bhojana-vrksa waving us home we bow chanting om bells are ringing devotees singing and in the evening to bed in prahlad-a-dad a U knee Q double feature Giridhari's chodders like flutter byes some see how the full rose leis are setting souls free now it's down to hook by the point this day the sufferers on their way tennis park over the bridge of the harbor boats are in rounding the natasala got to keep going past the market through the southland into the wood ratha-bhojana-vrksa smiles as we fold our palms says get back as you should to ring the bells in ceremony greeted by Mahamuni and tonight it's tomorrow or just the end of time in their nights are seen to draw colder at mangle arati the devotees will feel bolder noble grace and regal elegance swaying in ecstatic dance

if you want to get an outfit done there must be a pattern the tailor can go by and thus make a dress to elicit ecstatic cries instruct the tailor well the button mum, rose petal and daisy leis make this a story to tell today in cycling gear cycle babble and i go out without fear that the raindrops will come down from the point of the hook to the cove it turns the frowns and mental cobwebs around get back for the ceremony of the bells hammering pall mall and Mahamuni raises his arms high shouting out "ki jaya" tonight's baby blue lotus float everyone's mangal arati boat

Gaura Purnima brings another outfit a zigzag pattern through it connecting each that way very creative wouldn't you say the truth travels like a serpent and needs a guide to interpret purple and electric green rose, mum and lily leis mukuts of color make it such a wonderful scene between the drops cycle babble and i try again taking shelter of rain gear a break in the clouds and we begin hearty are out while others cower in their beasts slippery streets make it an even greater feat turning home at the cove the natasala, treacherous triangle a treasure trove of challenges to make it for bells ratha-bhojan-vrksa's happiness swells Mahamuni greets us in waterproof sox with the sound of the sank the kirtan rocks this evening is baby blue a simple name it's true for a nightdress from Radha's birth elegant and full of mirth

look how the thakuras are happily smiling seeing their devotees coming miles for their darsana presenting themselves for service dressed in pink and white that some say looks like a wedding cake coming on vyasa puja i had a different take Guru Maharaja took a verse of Prabhupada frolicking in the pasture with Krsna and the cows and cowherd boys as close friends so i called it "pasture media time" to that end leis of mums, lilies and sumanas flowers seeing how love is above power playing in the pasture is the rain coming cycle babble and i watch the sky spinning along the jungle path where the birds are on the fly smelling the ozone in the air by now we're in the clock square along the street round the bout as we all so often do up the beach hill people out are only a few lighthouse keeping watch over boats near and far then on the right there's a tribute to an ancient trolley car natural bridge before the abhavan mauli a bit more time to rome the wilder trail begins the way home round the spinner's church and the shop through treacherous triangle with a skip jump and a hop market is washed out bowing to ratha-bhojana-vrksa leaving no doubt bells is coming up when we pull in kernel of divine love greets us with a grin when the day is said and done hiranya kasipu is what they'll have for their tonight's fun soft gold and yellow silk smooth as milk

Guru Maharaja appeared at midnight to carry the conception that could change the world this dress was offered in celebration all these shades of purple calls the night to mind cloth came from one's contribution and the seamstress let it all combine today there are leis of roses and mums swaying with their gait in such a way devotees coming for darsana can't wait chilly day but cycle babble and i spin the winding road as best we can in winter mode saying "hey" at the shop then round the bout to beach hill's top sufferer thakura looks so cold but like his flock he's standing bold we go on to the wild trail returning hearing the whalers then keeping the pitch on the left we go under the first highway in evening's flow ratha-bhojana-vrksa says "ashram ho!" got to get there for the bells the sank blows and kirtan swells in the evening white with red and olive stripes in their angora chodders they felt right

have you seen the thakuras in their pink today with the little bits of green they dance and sway the day away as memory comes that Srimati Gandharvika's eyes are green at least that's what some say leis of roses and gerbera daisies showing the world their faces mukuts of jari thread in lotus shape while Srimati Gandharvika's is one which the same say is called a Sita Mukut does this combination of pink and green go on eternally? it seems that it will be forever seen cycle babble and i spin under the canopy of trees feeling the breeze and the cold waves wearing their white caps keeping the sufferers in their folds from the cove past the tennis park on serve by the natasala the beasts are thick and we had to swerve through treacherous triangle to choc-o-lot strawberry house ratha-bhojana-vrksa smiles seeing us bow urging us get back for bells any how the lotus nails tonight not a weapon still sharp enough to put a hurt on Hiranya Kasipu after his ultimate capture they take their rest raising with a smile with which all will soon be blessed this lunar day is amavasya remembering leis like daisy chains that laugh keeping all the devotees on the path the bumblebees are on her veil the curtain opens and they put their faces on the floor each and every devotee knows the score cycle babble and i sprint off in the early afternoon main street round the bout and up the beach hill if sufferer thakura sees one of his flock taking a spill come see the Thakuras in their "Madhuvrata" on this day of the dark moon we hear the voice of Gurudeva in our heads circle spinner's church direction has to change treacherous triangle is light and that's strange ratha-bhojana-vrksa smiles as our palms fold mi ray makes a joke to lighten our load the sound of bells in our ears our vision becomes clear "Madhuvrata" is the dress of the dark moon as night closes in purple and green offers everyone a boon thakuras are dressed warmly for rest

Sue 'nila vasana a beautiful blue dress Mahamuni brought for Gaura Purnima day Mango and green for Mahaprabhu purple and yellow Giridhari traditional colors for those two petal and whole roses combine for kaleidoscopic leis such a sight takes all that is troublesome away cycle babble and i out in the afternoon sun now that it's dry round the opal's place and point of the hook over the bridge in the harbor the boats are out just look round the corner the cruiser king is on the sidewalk again treacherous triangle slowing the traffic for all to get through saluting the whalers as we often do ratha-bhojana-vrksa smiles at us we bow sprinting through the curves watched by a farmer's cow su santidad welcomes us back for the bells kirtan begins and devotion of the folks jells orange with a panel skirt prahlad-a-dad nightdress designer expert dancing all night till brahma muhurta's shows it's first light

as we came to the nath mandir today we saw flowers showering from the sky we caught them up taking them for offering went into the garden to pick some things for leis must have been a hundred bees buzzing and collecting their honey and i wondered if they knew the pastimes of Madhuvrata cycle babble and i went spinning to skater's hill where the young kids ride their waves without misbehaving and they probably never guessed their actions were observed hammered to the sunny cove to offer worship to the sun very many already had begun and i know they didn't see the hills are the high priests came back on the winding street bowing before ratha-bhojana-vrksa who makes our ride complete saw the Kernel of Divine Love chanting his rounds bringing us in before the sank sounds and the devotees begin kirtan in the evening meeting with the mellow fellow dressed the thakuras for rest in their mukuts and effulgence "lemon jello" the lion laughs aloud

on the first ekadasi of the month the thakuras wear this outfit flowers on the mango, blue and yellow this darsana gives such benefit leis of full roses arranged so marvelously following the movements of their dance charmoniously cycle babble and i were almost caught up in a race among the team till we heard the thakura's voice giving us the signal that the ceremony of the bells was coming soon sprinting down the beach hill around the bout with such a thrill past the shop hearing the whalers sing watching as some skaters performing as if on a string up the winding road offering respect to ratha-bhojana-vrksa who lightens our load bunnies welcome us back and murka rings the bell kirtan goes on intoxicated by the incense smell in the evening red chinese silk mixed with white silk creamy as fresh cow's milk

start picking flowers from any bush around town before too long it's been chopped down to the ground but up till then pick the flowers and make leis each and every day i

never stopped being a sumanas child the surya puspa mukuts and effulgence yellow with blue trim with more puspa cycle babble and i keep going out on both sides of the rain since this afternoon was a bit breezy staying dry was quite easy circling through the park racing with the dark stealthily through treacherous triangle plot past the choc-o-lot parking lot ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees our palms fold giving respect as gurudeva told the bells are coming and we can't be late mi ray shines his light makes our path in bright later synchronicity is the dress of the night Mahaprabhu in mango Srimati Gandharvika in blue Giridhari has his cape ready for a quick flight

teacher and students come thirty-five over seventeen gotta call time out to be seen new outfit purple and yellow made from silk so soft and mellow cape for Giridhari and it's covered with diamonds and stars after bells the speech begins teacher in the chair tells 'em this is like our Saint Patrick's day seed bead mukuts and effulgence are crowning the display roses mums and petals in the leis causing a swell of divine love incense smoke clouds above today's sky is blue all the way to the harbor cycle babble and i spin with quite a few from treacherous triangle saw the natasala a voice came as if from a dream "come for the bells, come to be seen!"

whalers sang us along to the market through the lot where most park it ratha-bhojana-vrksa nods as we bow got to get back for bells now kirtan goes on in full gear Mahamuni sees us says he's happy we're here deep within the far off jungle nightdress cold sees them with chodders to caress keep them warm right through mangal arati's horn

if you're dreaming coming home from somewhere and a flutter butters by saying "come with me i'll get you home" you'll soon be going through a forest where everything is a personality every tree and creeper could stand up and give you directions where to go all are dancing and singing conducted by the bamboo flute Mahaprabhu has brilliant green Giridhari's has yellow mixed in Srimati Gandharvika has a red mesh veil and one might see christmas lights small white mums with sumanas flowers are the leis all combine 3derfully today

over the harbor bridge and the natasala throughout the park it's getting dark while the treacherous triangle,caught in mid flight, has us home before the night kernel of divine love welcomes us in soon the ceremony of the bells begins next comes the miracle mom a nightdress made in the time it takes to bang a gong

does the great society take chance to hasyaon you? does their group japa more than yours? they worry so much when arati is just a little late just can't seem to stand the wait is their crease so sharp you cut your hand on it? while ours are falling into bits their minds and bodies so pristine oh yeah they're quite squeaky clean but seeing the Thakuras in their orange brown will turn the whole scene around rain says "wrong!" i say "yeah, right" cycle babble says lets go! we're off between the drops again down on the drops when our speed begins round the point to the cove over the harbor late afternoon sky is mauve natasala sees us turn to the park someone asks "isn't it getting dark" we hit our lights through treacherous triangle in mid flight past the marcedo de las pulgas bowing ratha-bhojana-vrksa says "be blessed" returning home mi ray shouts "okay!" the bells go on at night it's purple with a hint of mint green thakuras calling out "come to mangle arati and be seen"