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