coming in for darsana today you can probably guess what i saw lots of devotees chanting Gaura hari and they said come on we'll take you home so i presented myself to the thakuras for their service there they were in orange and white Giridhari with a turban and Mahaprabhu with yet another 3derful cape at the bottom of Srimati Gandharvika's sari beads had aligned in a mischievous smile their leis are of narcissus mums and petals whose fragrance captivated each and every mind by now cycle babble and i had sprinted through the jungle to the hook's point and wrapped around the cove in the harbor the boats were pumping out smoke like a wood stove round the corner natasala had people in a line all around the block looked like they were ready to rock we could tell by the sun soon the bells would have begun Vijaya was the greeter saying blow that sank! nightdress with orange pants and sari kirta and dhoti from one angle is green and the other looks red like lotus nails are a weapon yet simultaneously not so come along to the morning bells and your spirit will climb!

springtime Nrsimhadeva's birthday chinese silk for a new dress coming this way petals, roses and gerberas come together in leis looking sublime and fragrance so pretty afternoon cycle babble and i are spinning from the hook to the point the cove where people are grinning harbor to natasala round the corner following the light coming off the waves is so very bright back to the winding road ratha-bhojana-vrksa is in sight bowing our heads in respect cause gurudeva said it's right over the gate Kumar sees me putting on his best puppy dog eyes he begs a capati after bells devotees guess what will be the thakura's nightdress when it seemed all hope was gone Guru Maharaja appeared like the midnight sun giving all new hope free from stress come to morning bells and be blessed

on the battle field you hear the young man say "Govinda i shall not fight" as his bow slips from his shoulder Gandharvika and her friends who come after the battle her friends see she needs service the most making that place seva's toast red and white rose petals and whole make the leis are beautified by their capes and Giridhari's jacket while Srimati Gandharvika's has a hood atop it cycle babble and i are off again under the first highway to a healthy emporium to where the opals are to the point the cove, natasala round the corner thru treacherous triangle where one is scorned skater's hill and campa hatti folding our palms so ratha-bhojana-vrksa can see passing by a flower power cycle had us stop to think as we got to asrama's gate kernel of divine love gives a wink ceremony of the bells is on for rest they dress in the laughing lion waiting to smile upon all who come to see them at dawn

saw Mahaprabhu in this cape from Gaura Purnima "the cape of capes" made it such 3derful scene pleats so big and strong keep them rolling along leis of petals and full roses fragrance tickling everyone's noses just see the pastel colors flowing gently into each other and in the air the leis fragrance hovers after noon arati it wasn't long till cycle babble and i were spinning down the drive pointing to the hook, cove and harbor round about to sufferer thakura natural bridge was there and the sea lions on their big rock chair down beach hill back thru treacherous triangle leaving the beasts in a tangle marcedo de los pulgas looked on as we bowed to ratha-bhojana-vrksa and were gone and when we crossed into the ashram gate mi ray reminded me "don't be late" cause i love the ceremony of the bells listen to the shank blow asarvading devotees and casting out demons red blue and green a nightdress everyone has seen "in the ninth" when Guru Maharaja appeared at mangle arati it will be clear a new day has dawned be of good cheer

kirtan on more songs translations so everyone knows what's being said this holy date and the celebration curtain drawn thakura bhojana time everyone absorbed in their affection waiting to see their gentle smiles reverse red pleats covered by gold mesh leis of mums roses and some narcissus such intoxicating fragrance cycle babble and i are careful to get out and go left on the main street past the sea hawks and their guest minds wrapped up in their gentle smiles going on with their affection around the cement boat and beach trials over the harbor to natasala thru treacherous triangle hammering back whalers cheering ratha-bhojana-vrksa gets a bow sprinting by the long horned cows ceremony of the bells Mahamuni decides when not yet soon the curtain will open blessing everyone's eager soul in the evening hiranya kasipu nightdress wraped in the warmth of the fire no need for chodders all are caught up in the folds of their yellow silk with gold trim everyone feels complete when mangal arati starts again

wow look at the thakuras yeah! Srimati Gandharvika has a hoop skirt today with a parrot belt Mahaprabhu's turban hey! hoosier pujari any way? and the fragrance of the narcissus leis more fun than any nose should be allowed to have smelt cycle babble and i are glad for this sunny day Virahadeva's appearance day holiday wild flowers along the street and all the birds at play get into the spinning groove on this sunny day so many people from the point of the hook to the cove see all the sufferers how they dove round the corner past the shop and the strawberry covered in chocolate even ratha-bhojana-vrska smiles as we bow our heads ceremony of the bells are coming a mellow fellow said in the evening the phoenix is the nightdress seeing them at morning's first light and the day will always be best

on this second ekadasi day with help the backdrop came to play this one's from the good old days when patterns were still being made maker for the leis today has gotten up and went away stand in maker's are kind of cute with even a small one for Giridhari's flute cycle babble and i spinning to the point of the hook cove is sunny, breeze is warm lots of people out to have a look all to soon we hear the sound calling us back to higher ground thru treacherous triangle we go whalers chanting all the details they know trying to break maya's spell cycle babble needs to get the thakuras out of bed late afternoon gives way to ceremony of the bell soothing balm to our aching head in the evening they are dressed for rest all who come to mangal arati will be blessed the starting of an auspicious day

look at the jeweled feathers like ones on the peacock among the animals in the jungle this darsana will make ordinary desire crumble full rose leis mixed with gerbera daisies cascading to their toes a little lazy cycle babble and i are out and about it within and without the casual cyclists to the hook, the cove the harbor up beach hill the sufferer thakura with a twist to the natural bridge with the sea lions and the sea gulls are flying circle spinner's church round about the corner perch treacherous triangle and the whaler's detail hammering by marcedo de los pulgas we won't fail ratha-bhojana-vrksa watches our palms fold as we sprint through the cold kernel of divine love says "hey" as we come in for bells it's all well nightdress before ekadasi is called synchronicity cause round the world all the thakuras seemed to get that color contemplate it

keep your ear out for Mahaprabhu's chanting laughing and crying as he walks through the wood his saffron clothes gleaming in the sun Gaura Purnima was coming and the seamstress' plan was coming to view orange and blue and appliques too 40 pieces went into Srimati Gandharvika's sari leis of narcissus, mums and rose fragrance fills each and every nose cycle babble and i are pedaling outside in the rain to the hook the cove natasala the usual refrain the ceremony of the bells is coming so through treacherous triangle chocolate strawberries the whalers are detailing and singing all the while cycle babble and i sail by sprinter style round the southland ratha-bhojana-vrksa shows a smile as we bow our heads on the way by at the gate we are greeted by mi ray on Vijaya then in the evening nightdress Pralhad-a-dad when the curtain opens for morning bells the devotees will dance like mad be sure to be there you'd best not be late

when it's time for an outfit from the tailor man there needs be a plan to make it by instruct the tailor well you can never tell what will happen if you don't red teal and creamy white so 1derful but just not quite right but you can't compete with the bigger society madhu if you can't spend like them he'll just do whatever he wants to and you'll be left something less hit than miss still the thakuras will make it look good devotees may never know and like it as they should all credit be to the seamstress narcissus, rose and sumanas flower leis help save the day cycle babble and i are ready to spin afternoon's overcast when we begin thru the point of the hook and cove sprinting with the team it's a treasure trove of experience up beach hill past sufferer thakura his flock is feeling cold we go on bold to natural bridge and Seymour's museum great blue whale is still there for us to go and see him back round spinner's church gridlock drivers in a lurch while cycle babble and i weave between them to railroad footpath round about street performers twist and shout ratha-bhojana-vrksa nods as we fold our palms singing as we go along at the drive it's hada madrina with arms held high praise rising to the sky bells start to chime their message is sublime in the evening the heavenly clouds go drifting by swarga mega on the rise till mangal arati when the curtain opens as they open their eyes

have you seen how where i see blue the seamstress sees green trimmed in pink that might appear to be red no matter what color it's beauty dances in everyone's head leis of narcissus roses and mums sport with the flowers on the folds like such good chums cycle babble and i quietly slip away after Nara's birthday party to soak up the sun the afternoon bestows sufferer thakura says "mind how you go" as we spin by seeing the sea lions along the way our chains are dancing as if to a song makes us think that it's summer all year long the wilder trail leads back to the sweet road ratha-bhojana-vrksa smiles as we bow and approach our humble abode crossing the gate the mellow fellow has a yajna going says "nothing to see here but soon the ceremony of the bells will make the evening clear" Guru Maharaja's birthday the nightdress came into view red, purple, a bit of green trim and blue all were amazed and the longer they gazed the more their esteem for the seamstress grew

seeing Sri Giridhari's turban makes us smile loose ourselves in the sequins for a while fragrance of narcissus and rose leis set the tone for the day cycle babble and i follow the team closely no doubt still the guys shout that they're the masters and they'll go on so much faster it seems like only seconds and look we've spun thru the point of the hook over the harbor following the train track hammering to take up the slack that's grown betweeen us and the team in the park there we head the call weaving pall mall past the marcado de los pulgas to the southland at last ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees as we bow Vijaya greets us without asking how we got back for the bells breaking out of illusion's spell hiranya kasipu nightdress yellow and gold relieves the day's stress come to mangle arati and your life will be blessed

4 o'clock in the morning time for mangle aratti so i dropped into the arati of the Lord chanting and dancing with devotees presenting ourselves for service later in the morning the Deities have been bathed and dressed so fortunate to be here being seen by the Lord in his olive and yellow chinese silk "Diet Olive" sunlight pouring through the window in the natha mandir ladies making leis of rose and narcissus flowers fragrance coming from the back to front Cycle babble and i are sprinting along the winding road sunlight has returned birds are tweeting and flutters are bying hooking around the point to the cove over the harbor to the natasala such a day i can say it's time for cycling round about circling the spinner's church lots of people have heeded the call and are out to see sufferer thakura and hear his flock shout Cycle babble are cycling back over the railroad bridge on the narrow foot path to the ridge the tennis park is on the right sprinting past the nave part in the evening light the ratha-bhojana-vrksa smiles as we bow our heads kernel of divine love is at the gate "welcome back" is what he said ceremony of the bells begins on time our spirits climb in the green and purple lion on the chase waiting to see the devotees who come in brahma muhurta and receive grace by seven o'clock in the morning once again the smooth dancing actor appears in the flash of a thousand tiny mirros on his yellow and fuchsia outfit with mum and narcissus leis he has a party on the altar the warm and sunny afternoon cycle babble and i are drawn out so hard to stay inside trees and flowers aroma hanging in the air in time to the screech owls it's so fine on the main street round the corner joining in the pace line through treacherous triangle past the chocolate house seeing all open space at the marcedo de los pulgas quiet as a mouse ratha-bhojana-vrksa watches us fold our palms cycling is our soothing balm mi ray is ar the barn when we pull in shank sounds and it's ceremony of the bells once again white olive and red deep within the far off jungle they take rest a nightdress from Nrsimhacaturdasi all who come will be blessed

devotees came from near and some from far the thakuras are wearing superstar a bangle on Mahaprabhu shining light that reveals all that's true wedding cake mukuts kick out the jam Mahaprabhu wears his matching turban on the right side anything but a traditional fan pink, red and white full rose leis what they have Wednesday always cycling thru treacherous triangle natasala observes as the traffic mangles Saint Dagwood's park where dogs and their people make the scene left at the light in late afternoon's gleam up beach hill sufferer thakura's flock is out for the thrill of the warm afternoon coming near five feet from the moon natural bridge is where the sea lions hang out the way back leads round about to the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot cycle babble and i pass marado de las pulgas ratha-bhojana-vrksa is calm as we pass and fold our palms mi ray is taken by surprise we bow and bring a smile to his eyes ceremony of the bells begins while the kernel of divine love grins is this nightdress green trimmed in purple most sublime or is it near the end of today's time?