walking to the nath maunder kumara came to the door with me so i gave him a capati cause he had his puppy-dog-eyes that did their job to hypnotize and a young one asked me if it were really true there are parrots and peacocks too hiding on the chodders and veil?" went around the land to pick some flowers for the leis found about three dozen roses and marigolds saying "i'm ready! pick me today" i don't think the understood that i could hear then talking a former german frauline said to me "if you pick the flowers i'll challenge you to a duel and put you in the cooler" sweet william came again today with his colorful heads and the leis maker said he'll bring lots of money cycle babble and i sprinted by the alley and dusted a few university girls four and twenty sufferers were suffering worshiping their thakura riding in the curl it never crossed their minds they're in the red triangle saw a mellow fellow chanting his rounds near a banana slug laying down a track and he welcomed us back as it was time for the bells ceremony as the end came to the day prahlad-a-dad with it's panel skirt was what the thkuras chose to wear for their evening play

happily smiling coming from far to take darsana pink and white effulgence with crystal beads on silken flowers on the buckle of Srimati Gandharvika's belt this darsana is the best way to begin let us enter the domain of service and join in we'll stand long and gaze at the rose and marigold leis while singing their praises some say "pretty in pink" but others say that's "Pasture Media time" cycle babble and i spin away the miles the hook, the point, sunny cove, Seymour's museum brings smiles the wild trail before time is out following the trainers, errand runners and sufferers leaves no doubt we've given the cobwebs in our minds a good bout kalarupa is chasing us again a friendly reminder we need to sprint fast get back for "bells" as devotees dance and spin all the friends share grins now time has come for dressing thakuras for their resting and dancing all night till mangle arati's first light

"hey boys i'll take you home with me a voice said as a butter fluttered by come laughing and dancing just walk along with me i've got such grace more than enough to spare many lives you've past perhaps you can't remember but you've been making a spiritual journey many masters have come trying to reach you as you've searched for what you want to know come along into this forest where all beings are persons and this funny little symphony is conducted by the true master playing on his bamboo flute" thakuras in green and red with leis of tuberoses marigolds and others that may not even have a name cycle babble and i are blazing down the road last week's rain clouds have been turned into silver linings as we pedal through the sunshine of another afternoon there are people in pace lines and still others running errands some on long boards where water begins and beach ends over the harbor all the boats have gone sailing as we round the corner the daylight has begun failing got to race back before we can't be seen bow to ratha-bhojana-vrksa our joy approaches supreme and as we cross into the ashram we're greeted by mi ray ceremony of the bells marks another junction of the day now the thakuras dress for dancing in dreamy chinese silk enjoying like anything in movements smooth as milk

some say this turban looks like a russian maybe to one from the eastern block the supreme hypnotist can surely show whatever he wants you to know on the white dress there are green and purple sequins with a very deep purple trim bracelets from wire with memory chokers and necklaces completed the jewelry with recent showers roses sweet williams and other eclectic flowers joined in the leis cycle babble and i get out in the afternoon today while flowers, trees and the country road listened autumn rains had made everything glisten round the hook of the point all the way to the cove where sun's return has driven away the cold through saint dagwood's park once again we race the dark to get back for the ceremony of the bells the ray raiser welcomes us he'd been away for a spell after bells with the evening coming it was time to change their clothes gold boarders on yellow silk soft as a rose they go out for dancing as the day draws to a close

Could this be the outfit for Govardhana puja Pink with purple with effulgence to match Giridhari’s turban is a 1derful sight to catch The leis of roses and gerbera daisies along with spider mums Showing their faces to everyone that comes Cycling along with a pace line today They don’t mind if Cycle Babble and I follow behind that way Down by the lighthouse they take a right Cycle Babble and I continue to the sea lion’s rock sight Come off the wild trail laughing and sprinting for time is late Racing through treacherous triangle with high heart rate To the winding street where ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees us bow Only a bit further to the asrama now Back to start the ceremony of the bells All is well White with red and olive ribbon for the nightdress Phenomenal no less At mangal arati all who come will be blessed

whenever comes the second ekadasi day there's always plenty to say thakuras wear this dress in different ways every color in the rainbow leis of roses and marigolds white roses pop so very bold cycle babble and i see the racers on the gulch we tag along free and easy some days we're able to hang around creeping up hills hammering down visiting sufferer thakura he has no leis all the while remembering every color in the rainbow natural bridges where gulls have came and went a few cyclists pedaling recumbent one says it makes him slow on the winding road birds and trees at hand singing out when they land watching carefully while we can before the quail tweets "you're home cycle babble!" ceremony of the bells starts on time voices applaud while karatalas chime last arati they'll be wearing every color in the rainbow purple and orange tonight a dress with which Mahaprabhu's dhoti is white dancing in moonlight's glow

seeing Giridhari's two chodders surely will take us out of here give us real relief something positive for our eyes that's my firm belief full rose leis so divine made with such care Mahaprabhu's is double fine such a pleasing aroma fills the air it's all so exciting said someone sporting a cloak there must be hundreds and thousands of thirsty eyed folk who could be satisfied by this it would surely change their fate go and bring them here before it gets too late from the ashram soon ratha-bhojana-vrksa came into view cycle babble and i sprinted hard along with the errand runners who we saw

from the point to the sunny cove all the way to the river park cyclists were hammering trying to beat the dark greeted by sri vijaya ceremony of the bells had begun people from everywhere joined in the fun looking at the calendar we got a clue that the thakuras nightdress would be synchronicity mango red yellow and blue

dancing and jumping so high trying to glimpse this site of nila aruna and syama LIVE in the arena of pure consciousness the very

best way is to join in the kirtan party dancing downtown singing the name such lovely leis can't believe our eyes roses marigolds with surya puspa smiling at all placing this dream inside our saddle bags respecting the thakura while cycling along stopping to laugh at the name a shop "five feet from the moon" then on down the street recumbent cyclists, errand runners so glad i'm on the crossover relaxed geometry easily spinning back home kumara and tall paul welcome cycle babble in blowing the shank and the ceremony of the bells begins mahaprabhu peeking through curtains drawn being dressed in his night dress and taking too long each day the scene is sweeter than the one before come to mangle arati and join in the song

with only 47 days till janmastami one of the young ones came to let the thakuras see asked if there was a new outfit on the way and could it be yellow and red for that day they'd look brilliant as the sun do you think it could be done? as it entered my mind presented the idea seamstress "that helps me out of the bind" impromptu leis of roses daisies and a few more tuberoses Giridhari and Gandharvika have yellow traditional mango for Mahaprabhu at the stroke of midnight the shank blew curtain opened and in ecstatic joy the devotees screamed overcome by what they all seen cycle babble and i hear a screech owl as we start out on the prowl over the first highway to the whalers who chant the name as they detail round the spinner's church to delaware sprinting along to the clock square hammering main street through the lot respect ratha-bhojana-vrksa bowing at the spot ceremony of the bells all the while kirtan swells nightdress they call east bengal the radhadesa this one's baby blue such a wonderful face come to mangle arati no one else can take your place

wearing silver and gold together the thakuras remove all our distress a new outfit for Mahaprabhu's pleasure let's go see how they are dressed they seem to dance upon the altar with their rose and stock leis swaying in time their ankle bells jingle and kartalas chime spinning through the jungle cycle babble and i see the trees and creepers and watch the birds fly above the point of the hook floating in the sky sufferers there are paddling out to catch a wave while the rest are trying to behave turning at the tennis court over the harbor where boats are coming in to port through the treacherous triangle between the beats vaikalika time is coming while heading east at ratha-bhojana-vrksa a little bow and at the farm we ask how now brown cow? Sugmeister general welcomes cycle babble home at the end of "bells" everyone says OM Mellow yellow says tonight's dress is like fairy dust and feathers good for taking rest they're ready fast and wonder how long this night will last pink with beige and sequins but as the sewing begins seamstress comes to tell me that some green will surely sneak in in the sacred verse is written plain for all to see Srimati Gandharvika's eyes are green the name "Gandharvika Nayana" appeared in a dream that's the one she wanted or so it seemed leis of purple stock roses, gerberas marigolds a lilly for a center even a tuberose helped make fragrance bold cycle babble and i head to the north past the hanging tree and so forth round the bend is the local lover's lane down the hill to the retreat for spirit's gain folks playing frisbee on Saint Dagwood's park green through treacherous triangle clean respect ratha-bhojana-vrksa straight Kumara welcomes cycle babble back saying "don't be late" in the ninth nightdress red and blue right for taking rest or whatever they really do

cause Giridhari has purple he wears this on friday but Srimati Gandharvika wears blue confused i must confess she could save it for tuesday either way it's friday and that's how they're dressed come to bow at the altar this is one of those times when the thakura's dress can truly capture your mind with roses and gerbera daisies smiling to all the world the leis seem so much more beautiful cycle babble and i start on down to town there's a cyclist who is dressed up as a clown "whoa" we say it sure takes all kinds glad to have the thakura's picture in our minds slipping through the joggers in the middle and sufferers at the end pausing at the point smell of salt is in the air spinning round the bend a local team on a pace line in pairs we're all a little slower in the wind spinning faster by the cement boat chilly air has some breaking out their coat bendy street takes us to ratha-bhojana-vrksa with respect kernel of divine love waves at cycle babble ceremony of the bells and everything seems correct from the end of this day the phoenix rises as their nightdress hearing the speeches of the phoenix the swami is checking his watch as the devotees bhajana wondering what time nrsimha will appear hearing all that the pujari laughs aloud

who can say for certain from which side truth comes next when he's such a dancing absolute and suppose you tell me, come on now do your best, make the sweet absolute a dress the zigzag pattern in the electronic green combine to show captain zigzag's electronic serpentine line of truth, see what i mean? leis of full roses, marigolds and such swirl with their curving forms so mystical to touch now cycle babble and i spinning along the street quiet and sly hawks are making lazy circles in the sky going through the sunny cove by and by between the lakes sprinting hard for goodness sakes round the corner up beach hill through treacherous triangle for a thrill back through the hospital lot the winding street takes us past the longhorns ceremony of the bells hoping our dedication swells purple and green a lion on the chase sparkles and gleams come for mangala arati make the scene

guess what the thakuras are wearing today an outfit featuring colors that had been away yeah the arena har posse rides again full roses make the long long leis the standard fare for wednesdays belts and mukuts from a gaura purnima revealing beauty's extreme on winding roads young deer take a chance of getting between cyclists and beasts as they dance cycle babble and i sprint away the stress passing campahatti "frans" a coach full of sikhas and japamala tied neatly in a knot rounds the corner in front of us and guar prema marks the spot up beach hill tourists stream out from a bus sufferer thakura has no lei that's how things are on this late october day his flock paddles out all the same pedaling cycle babble and i are feeling good in our brains with the passing of each neighborhood the odyssey urges us to the next branch till we come upon the wilder ranch meandering back gecko says "hey" while the bear gets fed and shouts "yea" back to the winding street respecting ratha-bhojana-vrksa and everyone we meet mr. b greets cycle babble at the door ready for ceremony of the bells at four the lotus nails may a weapon not be make an orange green display for all to see

traditional colors are fun at any time sometimes it's just what will make the devotees cry out loud what an especially beautifully blue dress with mahaprabhu in mango orange giridhari in yellow rosé zinnias and plumerious in the leis lilies in the center watch how they play another warm day inviting cycle babble and i absorb the sun remembering the thakuras and how they look in sue 'nila vasana oh gurudeva's unlimited mercy all along the coast joggers sufferers and cyclists are in view outside Seymour's museum there's a whole zoo of both real and imaginary pets the mountain men coming in from the wilder trail once again following the faster lead by the toad casting off our fatigue as if a heavy load sufferer thakura turns his flock's frowns upside down the pitch is on the left under first highway the way that's best to the winding street fragrance of wild flowers and birds tweet ratha-bhojana-vrksa and we bow round the bend are the longhorn cows acarya's party welcomes cycle babble in minutes before bells begins changing their clothes for an evening dance orange and silver soft leaves all in trance

with Radhastami coming seamstress decided capes for all would steal the show as the thakuras dance the capes red with black trim begin to flow rose and gerbara leis special guest star saves the day now the leaves begin to fall as cycle babble and i take off this afternoon a warm day is quite a boon in the sunny cove cycle babble and i are laughing to see a sufferer pulling his board on a red wagon flyer over the harbor round the corner we're down to the wire gotta get back to wake them open for all to see Gandharvika in the hood of the field of the highest bahajana drifting thru the triangle the beasts disappear the ceremony of the bells sank is blown while vijaya welcomes cycle babble home surya burst effulgence high over head deep blue with a yellow accent offered for nrisimha caturdasi when hiranya kasipu rushed in where angels fear to tread and as hiranya kasipu picked up his staff it

caused the lion to laugh

while walking through a forest one day mahaprabhu was visited by a couple of parrots who were magic he heard the wonderful things they said on this dress parrots are draped over the sari, chodder and giridihari's cape of peacock blue and magenta red leis of marigolds, bougainvilleas, maker said "add the roses and mahaprabhu ate them in my view" cycling along the beach sufferers on bikes keep their boards in reach over the harbor and beach hill racers drop the mountain men at will cycling the wilder trail vision of surfers with board with sails dot the ocean vaikalika time approaching turn toward treacherous triangle sunday means fewer beasts who'll tangle passing the marceda de los pulgas the long and winding street ratha-bhojana-vrksa has cycle babble bow sprinting now back welcomed tall paul hustle it up at the clock's call after the ceremony of the bells with incense and flower smells red chinese silk richly filled with flowers a thrill purify material desire by the touch that kills

it must of been for Gaura Purnima a gold cape with trims combine follow the pleats as they roll along but you may never see parasol effulgence again giridhari's skirt full as full can be watching how the pleats bounce all the way to Srimati gandharvika's sari let them work their way into your life marigolds and roses in the leis that smile at all through surya puspa faces cycle babble and i in the autumn afternoon weave through racers, errand runners and beasts to the point of the hook by the beach spinning thru sunny cove between the lakes to the tennis park the harbor to the corner thru downtown where the monque used to jump swinging by seymour's museum couldn't believe what we saw four guys pedaling rickshaws ashte ashte was all we could say circling the spinner's church where people twist and shout back over beach hill and thru the round about left at the corner then between the lakes pitch groundskeepers were giving it a rake respecting ratha-bhojana-vrksa following gurudeva's shiksa the kernel of divine love welcomes us back arms raised "lord above!" eezenee performed a ceremony of bells that rattled the rooftops and rebounded in the dells silk so soft gold and yellow the nightdress has always been really mellow

Srimati Gandharvika's sari needs be wrapped a little low otherwise her feet might show and if it's not flared just right it may settle low like the sun's morning and evening light then for emphasis seamstress made a sound that made murka laugh and spin around flowers and bold colors for the first ekadasi day full roses and gerberas in the leis pups mukut and effulgence atop this lifted everyone's spirits to the realm of bliss now cycle babble and i go outside to play on this misty day waiting for the sun but it seems that it won't come unless it's from inside of you a halo for all to view on the main street a group of school boys relishing their student's joy cycle babble looks into their eyes speaks straight to their face with a voice that came from the messenger from inner space other cyclists along the way in their finest rain gear chuckled when they came near enough to hear the incantations from the odd looking pair on that wet afternoon when cyclists were rare spinning between the lakes from tennis park the sky would soon be getting dark so time had come to hammer racing the daylight keeping the pitch on the right on the winding street as you might suspect coming to ratha-bhojana-vrksa we offered respect kumar was there to greet us welcoming us back home appearing like a lawn gnome after the sandhya ended thakuras dressed for rest in a purple outfit when we saw were blessed to get all together didn't take the seemstress long so it's called "it's a miracle mom" have you seen the thakuras today? Sri Giridhari with his jeweled cape swirling about? they happily dance on the simhaasana purple of easter stoles in their dress yellow dhotis Srimati Gandharvika has gold flowers on her veil leis of roses gerbera and other daisies zinnias mums combine so artistically they take refreshment from their devotee's hands anything that they bestow will cycle babble and i never stop how deep does the cycling run in our hearts? as the area grows interstates neighborhood gates will keep all apart well, i don't think so an istaghosti behind Mr.B's shop people speaking with glee one wild cyclist calls out guara premanandi to all the branches of the bhakti tree thru the harbor past the dui cakra sun is putting out it's light sprint thru treacherous triangle and hear the detailer's sankirtana band up the long winding street respecting ratha-bhojana-vrksa forest smells so sweet cotton tails tell cycle babble his day is complete sandhya comes and goes thakuras get ready for rest wearing white with red and olive ribbon "deep within the far off jungle" enjoying the quest

as the thakuras appear you notice it's been a whole year wait for one some call "red white and blue" seamstress thought a red backdrop might make everyone want to get up and scream that provided the clue to the name it was plain to see when two tarked about ghee this one would be "urvasi" it's really been that long leis maker came late but using whole flowers she reduced the hours 'cause of the petals she didn't fold it didn't take long cycle babble and i are completely in tune as easy knee performs at twelve o'clock noon spinning our wheels on our way letting out a stress curing sigh seeing the gulls and racers fly sponge the sloth from our eye a tandem ridden by only one must be only half as much fun circling the trader's shop there is no time to stop treacherous triangle stealthily snuck through cycle babbles"whatever you've got to do" gotta be back before thakuras rise hammering the distance down to size respecting ratha-bhojana-vrksa's domain keeping pace with those who train seeing the kusa grass urges one last blast leaves are the greeters today all calf feeders after sandhya they dress for rest "talking like a pirate" about loving seva and how to aquire it to be seen. in the sweet light of dawn while the mangal arati is going on removing our pain replacing it with gain the premes may make fun of you cause you don't bungle with their flair coming to a cup of hot stuff they take it all while you're content with "haribol jal" their clothes so creased they'll cut your hand their group chants more names than yours the thakuras there are jewel encrusted while your's are simply elegant there's worry if the offering is a little late while murk says love isn't always on time full rose leis so long the bells chime and emotion flows at the highest rate cycle babble and i spin away once more between the drops of rain hail haled blue sky from it's store some cyclists in ponchos some in plastic bags white caps down by the point wind is rippling the flags at the tennis park grey returns so cycle babble and i must also it's nearly four open up the thakura's door tall paul greets with a grin knowing that the sandy is soon to begin once upon a vyasa puja thakuras world round wore blue yellow and red pictures found synchronicity became this one's name mangla arati may never be the same

as the seamstress passed through the bazaar time for a new outfit was coming even more near silk of seed beaded feathers came strongly into her vision a tailor in kirta and pajama smiles showing teeth red as pomegranates asks weren't you once in another society or was it just an apparition? before she had chance to ask if that was in 74 or 5 she felt the tug of a tiny monkey and the wheels of a rickshaw stuck in a rut deep as it was wide his broken english was mostly in hindi trying to decipher it she gathered her bilingual skills together dusting them off was able to understand bring the silk to my shop with some dhupa and dipa and i'll have it ready for Janmastami today it wasn't so easy getting the leis together 'specially when the usual maker asked for a stand in two hours before and flowers had to be picked from the land bottle brush and other delights now cycle babble and i are sailing along respecting ratha-bhojana-vrksa on cycles made of light and cork filled tape coming to the beach hill someone asks you guys don't look so much like cyclists well there just aren't enough titanium components to go round meandering past the sea lion rock and the mariposa trail sprinting past spinner's church leaving skaters in the lurch circling through the treacherous triangle slowing and fading fast once more respecting ratha-bhojana-vrksa hammering quicker and quicker passing the training team up ahead turning to the asrama greeted by the kernel of divine love raising his arms sandhya is charmed while in "baby blue" the thakuras

take their rest or whatever they really do

skaters glide along the ice fans are cheering behind the bench thakuras dressed in teal and chocolate brown

like a hockey team from the valley pujari contemplates that when comes a memory bhagavad gita chapter ten verse thirty-one Krsna says "among fishes I am the shark" so it all combines to thrill my soul mis-matched leis for the thakuras each one with it's own personality roses, lilies, stock and dahlias pumped out with such speed so amazed us all afternoon cycle babble and i are spinning through the jungle with fragrance of wild flowers coupled with the hawk's squeal gotta get away from this big dog on our wheel usual sufferers with their boards looking for the waters of the unbounded ocean of bliss cycle babble and i go on further over the harbor to the clock tower circling the mission before starting back between the lakes and past the windmill under the first highway while looking at the beasts crossing above respecting ratha-bhojana-vrksa greeting the long horn cows on to see the kusa grass where peter cottontail welcomes cycle babble home sandhya's shank puts everyone in the zone a night dress from Guru maharaja's appearance red purple and green taking evening rest while getting in some dancing in between

gurudeva chose the colors for this dress worn first on his birthday white with gold trim radiating like sun rays crystal mukuts and turban decorate the thakuras heads braking light in colors as devotees assemble from all across the globe offerings come swirling in like poetry composed in the finest language from most elite places in the globe leis of dahlia and rose petals cascading down their bending forms making other desires drown cycle babble and i spinning through the afternoon glow respecting ratha-bhojana-vrksa gurudeva's way to go recumbent, tandems, racers and cruisers some in full dress some casual whichever cycling is well worthwhile point of the hook sufferers in their gear also brings a smile from sunny cove to the harbor bridge up beach hill sea lions along the ridge mountaineers on the wilder trail calling out "hail hail" sufferer thakura over looks his flock round the bout through shoppers corner sprinting hard to make four o'clock saluting the whalers who sing the names as they detail sure to raise another smile winding street last few miles ratha-bhojana-vrksa spurs us on at the gate kumar chases a fawn the sundya starts as the shank sounds in the evening for the "dance" "hiranya kasipu" featuring yellow silk pants gold sequins keeps it trim see mangal arati for the grin

The smooth dancing actor today has an outfit covered with mirrors they reflect the love flowing from their devotee's hearts making it easy for one and all to see each searching the other till they find their way home leis of mums and roses with gerbera daisies in the centers even those who come looking for broken pieces of glass can find the most valuable gem cycle babble and i spin along the winding street with hearts full of song respecting ratha-bhojana-vrksa with prayer and feeling the breeze in our hair cyclists come down from the mountains seeing the sufferers come out of the sea turning at the harbor one hand waving free through the sleepy town till it's time to turn around main street takes cycle babble and i hoping for red sky back up to the asrama ceremony at sandhya once again greeted by vijaya after all the fun it's the Phoenix for their rest and evening pastimes