as the curtain opened the thakuras appeared to dance inviting all to join the suicide squad come along and take the chance and all the devotees chattered at the way they show their tenderness seeing the pleats and colors in which they were dressed with the leis of petal and full roses devotees hearts soared as if they had wings still the rain looks to be coming this day at the beginning of the spring cycle babble and i are circling the coast line between the drops weaving in and out of the trainers joggers and those out for a fling the toad joins in the fun at his corner as we round get the good wishes of the cruiser king ratha-bhojana-vrksa grins as we fold our palms to him and Kumara greets us before the bells start to ring in the evening it's Hiranya Kasipu nightdress they wear while enjoying like anything

it was Gaura Purnima the arati was late teacher bringing a class had asked that it wait said his students were excited about Saint Patrick's day told them Gaura Purnima is Saint Patrick's day in our way purple chodders like those of the priest in the Easter season an interesting combination to say the least rose leis are made full and first rate this outfit's name Saint Patrick's easter come fashionably late afternoon had come to blow the cobwebs from our brain cycle babble and i were out to beat the rain round the point of the hook the cove and harbor it keeps us sane to the natasala round the corner treacherous triangle entering the chocolate strawberry plain recreational cyclists and trainers alike past marcedo de las pulgas in the usual refrain ratha-bhojana-vrksa smiles as we bow on the instruction again and again meanwhile back at the ashram hada marina greets us incense is lit and bells begin in the evening white red and olive the far off jungle deep within dancing until sunrise bells continues the chain

as two friends walked along it was a flutter who buttered by and sang a verse of song kids if you want to make it home take hold of my wings and follow me soon in a forest the three were walking some shimmering lights to see one friend asked the flutter about the vision that he had walk along some was the answer there's something yet to come to make you glad soon every tree and creeper were personified before our eyes all of them playing together a tune that is quite a dilly though this symphony seems rather silly i must insist it's true leis of lovely roses swirling in everyone's view cycle babble and i going out in the sunny afternoon thru the southland coming upon the cement boat soon all levels out on this day after full moon recumbent, racers, messengers and commuters too rounding the corner the cruiser king gives us a smile while the whalers sing on past the marcedo de las pulgas and campa hatti ratha-bhojana-vrksa nods as we over take a yuppie Kernel of divine love welcomes over the ashram gate checking the sun oh no we're not late after the ceremony of the bells it's a miracle mom, the nightdress is swell

be coy, close to the vest talking little don't say the rest the day will come when it will be revealed curtain will open outfit no longer concealed bringing a smile to everyone's face capturing all in the net of affection of dedication place no one can resist the clarion call will always persist leis of roses two thousand were donated 108 calla lilies 1008 daisy faces took an aging flower child into a favorite space an afternoon for cycle babble and i to get out ahead of the festival's eye the cove and the tennis park the harbor bridge natasala and treacherous triangle are calling on the return soon a mist is falling ratha-bhojana-vrksa is happy to see us bow vijaya greets us on the way to bells incense wafts it's enticing smell after the party mint green and purple is it tomorrow everyone will return when thakuras rise from sleeping

colors are tricky they aren't always as simple as they seem what looks blue to me oft times to the seamstress sees green the real truth is known only to the supreme hypnotist you'll see as he likes and be overcome in the waves of bliss with full rose leis swaying in time with the dance everyone is glad cycle babble and i sprint the jungle path knowing there's seva to be had either with pace line leaders or those who's mantra says "just ride" we're never alone the main street takes us past campa hatti, thru saint dagwood's park round about to sufferer thakura and the wild trail where all levels play we smile in a short while and realize we're ever happy this way turn home over the first highway along the sweet road rich tulips remind us this route never gets old ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees us bow happy he's pleased to see us moving quickly now the kernel of divine love welcomes us back and the bells give us a ring illuminated from within and without devotees sing orange nightdress another panel set they happily enjoy their pastimes and take rest

let's come and see the thakuras panel outfit darsana will make our conscious much higher than it would normally be clean the dust off the mirror of our heart give the creeper a chance to start mango, red and gold with flower appliqués blue and silver for Gandharvika with panels raised bring flowers from the field roses red and yellow on silver ribbon instead of string moving with the dance as devotees sing cycle babble and i pushing plain and hard down the jungle lane spring's cycling celebration is now here good spin by the hook thru the cove to natasala brings good cheer thru saint dagwood's park on the trail weaving between those out for a lark treacherous triangle is empty by grace no need for skills of a race round the southland back back for bells ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees folded palms and grins shortly we're back again greeted by vijaya the in the evening the lion laughs one

waking the thakuras in the morning thinking how the devotees will be adoring there's only a few minutes before the curtain will be opening knowing how they'll be decorated with full rose leis anticipated pink and white from Guru Maharaja's vyasa puja some call "pasture media time" siting a verse in Srila Prabhupada's poem others more dreamily see the crystaly effulgence rose clusters like frosting say it looks like a wedding cake all depends on your taste afternoon calls cycle babble and i on to the point of the hook on to the sufferer thakura to have a look at he and his flock in in their words the crystal cathedral, the tube so speak the heards on to the mission at the beginning of town a recumbent group goes around circle spinner's church and Bhakta Blade's kutir soaking up the holy atmosphere round the corner and make shift shrine treacherous triangle is smooth and fine ratha-bhojana-vrksa folds our palms smiling as we go on the cherub says "hey!" and leads us to bells becoming enveloped in the incense smell red and creamy white will give them a thrill at sunrise bells see the thakuras in 'The touch that kills'

yamuna mayi is sivler ganga devi is gold this time they flow together as where Mahaprabhu appeared on Gaura Purnima today while looking at the leis notice the petals combine with the roses in such an artistic way in the afternoon cycle babble and i felt the call of the wild and knew the way to go from the ashram to the cement boat sea hawks put on a good show then the point of the hook to tennis park toad came along you know at campa hatti a pack skaters were beginning to shred passing ratha-bhojana-vrksa our journey was downhill he was happy to see us bow our heads remembering what gurudeva said Kumar was the greeter and the ceremony of the bells grew sweeter helping the thakuras into their yellow and gold hiranya kasipu nightdress they are ready for bed

a rainbow of colors in the thakura's dress second ekadasi of the month yellow flower appliques on the violet chodder green leaves, red stars on the orange sari blue dhoti and indigo kirta peacock mukut and effulgence full rose leis elegance and perfume fragrance in the beach town folks are suffering in the curl at the point of the hook this new spring as cycle babble and i behind the team hammer by the rock of sea lions and hear their deep throated cry seymour's museum has the great blue whale overlooking this section of beach trail round spinner's church and Bhakta Blade's kutir down the railroad bridge hill the evening coming clear round the corner past the shop detailers never stop their dancing and singing past ratha-bhojana-vrksa bells are ringing after the mellow fellow has welcomed us back contemplating the instructions of the phoenix the sadhu is checking his watch wondering when nrsimhadeva's arati might be devotees chant bhajan hearing all this behind the curtain the pujari laughs with glee nightdress of red and black come for sunrise bells and see

the thakuras curtain is open quick come and see yellow and olive it seems that Guru Maharaja himself told it's name to me slide the letters of one of his sutras "diet olive" that's what it will be leis of roses and jonquils flowing with their dancing so right the afternoon came so cycle babble and i took flight round the southland thru lion's park over a creek bathed in sunlight behind the town out of the beast's sight riverbed trail round the bout to a new shrine thru treacherous triangle on the chocolate strawberry line whalers sing each detail first to last next we pass the marcedo de las pulgas ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees us bow back to the ashram where the kernel of divine love smiles and raises his arms above bells ring devotees sing and the nightdress synchronicity come to sunrise bells and see best way to begin ekadasi

the posse's riding again that is pink and green with Giridhari's uber long leis curling 'round his lotus foot he gently smiles at all from the simhasana with the crystals on his embroidered jacket leis are all quite long of full roses the grower happily offers as a gift clouds clear the sun peaks through showing cycle babble and i the trail is new so much fun remembering the posse pink and green the point of the hook where the sufferers are in the curl spring equinox now the sun will unfurl we've been under electric light all winter long casual cyclists everywhere stayed in while we were spinning deep in our heart the changing season no longer keeps us apart we saw some families pedaling today weaving in and out round the about saint dagwood's river trail brings us back thru treacherous triangle whalers sing with detail while the hubcaps jangle ratha-bhojana-vrksa smiles while we bow on the left is a longhorn cow coming up the hill is the ashram gate crossing over straight mellow fellow has arms held high bells are coming making consciousness fly lotus nails the nightdress look one way it's orange but from another it's green come for sunrise bells to be seen

devotees are coming for Janmastami some come to sew the dress some to decorate full rose leis are the order of the day the medicine that will drive illusion away isn't it great the sun is so high in the sky quite an afternoon for a spin for cycle babble and i fall in with the team to the point of the hook by Bhakta Blade's bhajana kutir to the natural bridge to have a look at the sea lions on their rock sufferer thakura has a bouquet at his feet from one of his flock a crowd at the suffering museum a glance over the shoulder to see 'em meanwhile back at Seymour's folks picture themselves standing with a great blue whale down beach hill and round about back round the corner the usual route treacherous triangle and covered strawberries the campa hatti is surrounded by faries round the southland ratha-bhojana-vrksa beckons got to hammer cycle babble reckons fold our palms and head to the gate hada madrina's welcome is great bells with incense fragrance swarga mega a heavenly nightdress isn't about now that pujariji should open the curtain i think he's ready sometimes the outfit causes such trouble he cries out loud it sounds so funny today Mahaprabhu is in green and mango Giridhari in yellow Gandharvika in a sari Mahamuni brought so beautifully blue remembering the leis their roses and how they dance along with the thakuras Gurudeva's mercy sky above is overcast sprinkling is coming i don't think i'm dreaming still cycle babble and i know the rain's secret just count the seconds and you'll be able to slip between the drops round the opals lights flash front and back on this cloudy afternoon be certain to be seen over the footbridge a narrow path for sure balancing carefully and danger will fly away heron standing on one leg ratha-bhojana-vrksa smells as we bow our heads vijaya greets us as he sing the song and reminds us don't be long bells are ringing lamps are shinning voice of an angel tells us "midnight sun" tonight come to sunrise bells it will thrill you to the marrow

brilliant white and yellow gold are colors for the next outfit Gurudeva chose them for the thakuras celebration of his birthday good wishes in poem and prose come flooding in by telephone from all across the universe thakuras shinning so bright as devotees dance before them drinking in this darsana as if they have millions of eyes roses and daisies dance together in the leis embracing and caressing their three fold bending forms cycle babble and i spinning on the jungle path on the overcast afternoon we rumble up the beach hill round the sea lions on their rock the wild ranch and back again circling spinner's church and offering respect at Bhakta Blade's bhajan kutir laughing joking fill up our empty ears enticing while inviting us to weave in and out with messengers treacherous triangle on to the bear 'round the pitch under the first highway they take us back for bells seeing across the universe that evening it's in the ninth in hues of red blue and green from Srila Guru Maharaja's vyasa puja come to see the sunrise bells where all distress is met and quelled

it was for Janmastami day that wasn't so so far away in the last few days mi ray added some dragonflies yeah the silk started off plain but after all saki painted on it there came this groovy name look just right the dragonflies might even take flight come for darsana if you want to see a little Bengali mahal jadhu today the clouds aren't going to show so cycle babble and i are on the go leaves coming out on the trees clear the cobwebs from our minds allowing us to find so many good things point of the hook sufferers out to welcome spring spinning by between the walkers and joggers i set the pace while my side kick babbles between the lakes away from the beasts tie-up then is least near the shop the team's progress is tracked reaching the angels they'll start back we round the corner hearing the whalers sing of their details marcada de las pulgas on the right in the new found daylight ratha-bhojana-vrksa smiles we bow knowing there are only a couple more miles vijaya says don't be late bells in a kirtan rate in the evening the mellow fellow helps the me put the thakuras jn their yellow a nightdress soft and smooth at sunrise bells all our distress will be removed

take darsana of the thakuras in their purple yellow and blue will make us more fortunate than we could ever know offering the dust from their lotus toes see how the bhakti lata bija grows from Srimati Gandharvika's heart comes Giridhari's form of Mahaprabhu leis sway with each dancing movement made of rose will attract attention of every honest man cycle babble and i are on the winding street scent of spring flowers and bird's songs fill the air to soothe the mind and ease the pain so it's natural to fix the vision of the thakuras in mind while we spin down each and every lane the sun is out warm days are here the cyclists are all in good cheer cycles decorated with all kinds of flowers, flags and figures super heroes from the cartoons on handlebars or balloons lion's park and skater's hill across a footbridge with a familiar tune words caress your ears and feed your mind by the cove problems have been left behind weaving thru joggers and skaters practicing by running between the wharf and breakers round the corner thru treacherous triangle cyclists and beasts always tangle up next hill to campa hatti of franc's ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees our bowed heads and goes into trance as the bells ring the devotees dance hada madrina welcomes us back nightdress of olive, green red and white deep within the jungle away from the pack till sunrise bells brings them back

buy some cloth to match the mukuts pink and purple with a few green dots utilize the gift the devotee brought add double chodders for some flair mesh with silk flowers woven in necklaces by deovtee women diyva malika and vaisnavi one less decision for murk to have to make Janmastami features a flower back drop for their play but it won't be there any other day a U knee Q double feature like my mom would say cycle babble and i are off again crossing at the point parent says to a child cycle babble has a helmet see? and the little boy smiled on to the cove, harbor and tennis park continuing the late afternoon lark treacherous triangle over the first highway folding palms to ratha-bhojana-vrksa begins the end of the play bells ring at the junction of night and day nightdress asks the question "is it tomorrow?" just before they take rest jungle walking parrots talking about some high subjets after landing on the hand of Mahaprabhu this dress with it's parrots came on Gaura Purnima roses in the leis that move with the way they sway the usual spin to the point of the hook so much fun by the beach with the sufferers have a look at the shop the team ready to go to the angels riding the balance beam cycle babble and i go on round the corner homeward bound whalers detail as they sing after ratha-bhojana-vrksa waves us through mellow fellow welcomes us home the bells ring incense fragrance in the air tonight Giridhari's orange dress says he's a brahmacari repeating that removes the cowherd damsels distress

come to the seva asrama natha mandir for darsana thakuras wearing Nila Aruna and Syama LIVE in the arena of pure consciousness full rose leis reduced sewing color scores lots of contrast points with fragrance a.r. annoints in the arena of pure consciousness cycle babble and i are out for a ride from the lion's park to the west side spinning in the midst of the team's pride remember the arena of pure consciousness the toad catches up at the gym we smile and laugh with him from the back of our mind the arena of pure consciousness another trip down beach hill with one eye on the bumper sticker says "your car can kill" thinking how that keeps it real over highway the first the beasts must some kind of curse ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees our folded palms and grins Kumara is the greeter once again bells ring and devotees sing in the evening riding on a horse of a different color the baba enters marakatamani purr talking like a pirate

there are twenty-two or four honey bees on Srimati Gandharvika's sari and some several black stars on Sri Giridhari's dhoti Mahaprabhu has a bouquet of flowers on his belt the whole outfit is made from yellow silk petals and full roses of controlled quality carefully arranged into leis come present yourself for darsana and receive divine love cycle babble and i round the hanging tree on down the winding street picking up speed to the sea people laughing, jogging and cycling along the hook sufferers on the waves everyone's just got to look sun is out now and tonight the moon will be new and we'll still be remembering this spring time view the opals provide a way thru the ocean air we pass by the basketball park and the toad joins us there sprinting along with the pitch on the right under the first highway the lion's park is in sight Mahamuni's post box is a stop rounding the southland over the main street with a happy hop ratha-bhojana-vrksa likes our bow but we need to return for bells now at the chotta barn a cherubic one says welcome back looks like it was fun the sank sounds and the incense attracts each nose laughing lion, tonight's dress, is seen by the boarder of yellow rose

the young one came in and asked if the thakuras have a yellow outfit with Mahaprabhu in mango, Gandharvika and Giridhari in yellow and red with little white spots isn't that the way it goes? inspiration comes anywhere even out of the mouths of babes today with daffodils, roses and petals for the leis usual maker was "cursed" and had to stay away cycle babble past went down to Seymour's museum where they have marine biology and whales so lots of people can see 'em so many places for us to go the point of the hook, the cove the harbor, natasala wacky sufferers and cyclists at one and all hey look at that guy on that stand up cycle pedals move rods leaving his friend in the dust passes and we give him a nod late last night some bandits came in a mood so sour and they went to the clock and stole a whole hour doesn't seem to go that way? we crossed the ashram gate and the mellow fellow asked 'what happened? why does this seem to be a shorter day?' bells go on as they should incense wafting through the wood and in the evening red and creamy white yeah, it's 'the touch that kills' alrightj

take this yellow silk design an outfit for Gaura Purnima trim it broad blue brocade with sumanas flowers make vests with cuffs and armbands too cause i'm a sumanas child and by offering my sumanas flower and by offering my sumanas flower at the lotus feet of Mahaprabhu my material life will be through rose and mum leis sway with their dancing motion this fine day spinning down the winding street birds singing and leaves coming out on the trees left on main street past Mahamuni's post box into lion's park cooled by the breeze up skater's hill where they're perfuming so many feats under the first highway to point and the hook there's a couple of e bikes come to have a good look in the cove kites are flying high over head of us sprinting by up the avenue to campa hatti ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees us bow and is happy at the ashram gate mi ray is there welcoming us hoping that with bells the incense fragrance will soon fill the air gold and soft yellow, Hiranya Kasipu, nightdress dancing all night removing all stress waiting for sunrise bells in brahma muhurta the day begins

smooth dancing actor dressed in an outfit full of mirrors reflecting the pure hearts of all highest light shows from the mirrors yellow and purple all come see leis of daisies from the thakuras own land after the noon cycle babble and i blow the cobwebs out from our brains round to meet the toad he's been away but joined us at the corner appeared as if from a dream along to the tennis park and harbor over the stream natasala and lots of chocolate footballs marcedo de las pulgas and ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls we fold our palms staying calm gramps welcomes us back he'll be going on tomorrow bells removes all sorrow nightdress is the phoenix brown with black just a touch of red showing seamstress' color knack

on first Ekadasi they wear Udita Tapana seamstress reminds me not let the sari rise or fall she made a noise to illustrate it all i couldn't help but laughing like i think she knew i would roses in the leis they become absorbed in the outfit, i wish they'd contrast i heard the maker say as i cycle babble and i spun with beach breeze in our hair got on the trail there it took us through the fresh afternoon air that was all around a sufferer asked me "what's the buzz?" and "where the biggest waves was in the lighthouse district" got to the rock near natural bridge you know the one where there were about a dozen sea lions on top to take some sun at abhavan mauli a mendicant told us just over the railroad track is a pathway where cyclists get no flack from beasts who's hearts are black circled round the spinner's church on our way home down the beach hill round the bout we were almost all alone but by the time we got to treacherous triangle there were chocolate strawberries at every angle saw ratha-bhojana-vrksa and bowed our heads at ashram gate we saw mi ray and "pray for me" was all he said as the bells were finished thakuras were dressed in purple and green at sunrise it'll be quite the scene come and have ordinary taste dimished