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