see the thakuras on their simhasana now just what color are the clothes they have on? seamstress says it green still i see blue it depends on which side of the screen we see gurudeva holds the key rose leis are so fragrant and fragile careful or the petals might spill the afternoon brings a chance to spin through the jungle to the point of the hook on Sunday especially many cyclists are out for a look near the harbor the team's training begins the natasala round the corner treacherous triangle beasts and chocolate strawberries tangle through south land to the secure path ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees our respect and gets a laugh now it's a cherubic fellow to greet us home bells begin on the count of OM in the ninth, the appearance day of Guru Maharaja red, green deep blue collage

an early spring day so they put on a watercolor display blue and yellow with lotus flowers and dragonflies leis have fluffy rose and overflow with pink jasmine cycle babble and i hammer away for a couple of hours today it blows the cobwebs out of our brain so we don't get hung up thinking bad things between the lakes to natasala and saint dagwood's park taking the trail through on a lark bridge crosses the creek that's left of a river once there the bed reveals trees dunes and shells swept by the air back round the corner and cruiser king the toad is there adding some swing marcedo de las pulgas open now but nothing there attracts us anyhow respecting ratha-bhojana-vrksa as gurudeva said to the ashram drive we are led the kernel of divine love is the greeter and the bells incense smells sweeter in evening it's Hiranya Kasipu gold and mellow yellow too come for sunrise bells and be blessed for starting the day it 's the best

"this is like our Saint Patrick's day" the teacher said he'd asked that the arati wait calling in from his car really it was Gaura Purnima purple like the stoles of the Priests at Easter leis carefully made with petals and full roses too backdrop making it's appearance shows what a mellow fellow may do in the sunny afternoon cycle babble and i spun in tune between the lakes natasala influenced by the full moon round the corner cruiser king joined in helping us concentrate all the way home weaving through the recreationalists ratha-bhojana-vrksa lets us go bowing our head on with the show kumara greets us with bells in line later in the evening black, brown red phoenix cloth so fine they dance, sing and enjoy all night then sunrise bells starts the day quite right

look at Giridhari's double chodders floating and drifting on the breezes no other can compare cause it's something he can wear backdrop of sequins that form diamonds roses red yellow purple and pink leis complete this amrta for your eyes to drink two chodders keep in mind along the way U knee Q double feature is all were trying to say under the eye of the red wing black birds the point of the hook and between the lakes chasing down messengers for goodness sake spinning round with cruiser king thru treacherous triangle hearing whalers sing ratha-bhojana-vrksa seems to grin as we fold our palms again trusty vijaya welcomes us in just when the bells begin in the evening purple and green silver trim and backdrop for so long not seen the moon is going to be full tonight silver and gold with rose leis after their morning bath their darsana keeps the devotees on the path cycle babble and i are out to explore in the afternoon other way up the gulch is steep still going down switchbacks are deep time trailing going on look out! crossing the street that's a fawn through a park that has a hill called "top of the world" the mountain men have their flag unfurled round the corner with cruiser king thru treacherous triangle seeing strawberries with chocolate clinging up the beach hill with campa hatti from franc's over first highway there's a guy on something that looks quiet like a tank coming from the south land ratha-bhojana-vrksa smiles on our merry band the kernel of divine love welcomes us home bells goes on while chanting Om nightdress of purple and green a lion on the chase makes a wonderful scene

today traditional colors all around mango for Mahaprabhu Giridhari in yellow Gandharvika a blue Mahamuni found dreamy combination still remember that Radhastami when the curtain opened and the devotees tried so hard to see leis of petals rolled and folded mixed with whole roses do they really become more beautiful on their bodies noon sun beckoning cycle babble and i follow the recreational cyclists to the cove seeing the sufferers there between the lakes where the gulls fly to the natasala by and by basking in the sunshine through saint dagwood's park round the bout circling the church people inside shout cycle babble and i go on to the abhavana mauli over the railroad tracks to the wilder trail seems we've got the toad by the tail round the corner where the cruiser king sits in review three of us pass on cue through the treacherous triangle and chocolate strawberry sale hearing the whaler's detail as we passed by marcedo de las pulgas we bow and ratha-bhojana-vkrsa smiles the ashram is only a couple more miles bhakta blade welcomes us back and special bells are on track in the evening this are quiet and knowledge of the midnight sun

curtain opens showing the charm of their gentle smile inviting all alway from the mundane outfits show the seamstress' individual style a mixture of east and west seed bead peacock feathers red with blue and green trim in peacock shades rose leis are full and bouncy red, pink and white afternoon cycle babble and i are out Mahamuni's post and lion's park along the point of the hook between the lakes folks out escaping the heat cooler air as fog rolls in faces break into grins cyclists out for to play in the sun pedaling hard and having the maximum amount of fun over the first highway through the parking lot round the south land a team flashes by boy is their pace line taught ratha-bhojana-vrksa offers shade in response to the bow of the god brothers vijaya is there greeting us under cover bells begin sunset is nigh on the evening brings dark blue and yellow of the laughing lion

what do you think of the stripes and trims in this new outfit isn't Mahaprabhu's cape the cape by which all other capes should be judged feeling how the pleats just keep on rolling reflecting and manifesting divine love in our eyes what will the devotees say about the parasol effulgence above this outfit for Gaura Purnima won't they break into peals of laughter seeing Mahaprabhu's magnificent cape can the maker show us how to make such 3derful leis waking up to beauty over power one of Guru Maharaja's deepest sutras spin sprint hammer will take us many places weaving in and out of the joggers and sufferers when we catch the messengers what happens why we follow and learn a few tricks to get through treacherous triangle or the chocolate strawberry outwitting the beasts with a wrangle whalers sing each detail over the first highway without fail ratha-bhojana-vrksa grins as we bow again the kernel of divine love greets us with hands held high bells come by and by when it all comes together that's synchronicity red yellow blue combine with thakuras round the mission in simplicity this became the nightdress for the night before ekadasi lets take a count seamstress said every color in the rainbow was her target even the backdrop has a wide variety another another another yeah they're all lined up put together the roses and petals donated today sew sew sew till they've made the leis artistically mixed till they flow along in their dancing ways beautifully they reach their knees bringing light to our eyes thrilling our soul afternoon under the hawks and red wing blackbirds wheels keep going round in circles keeping the rubber side on the road trying out a new way shake it up for some fun over the top past the hanging tree climbing the goat moth laughing through the switchbacks dusting off the nuns through the hidden delavega park joining the public road near saint dagwood's river turning to the high hill facing unafraid fortified with messenger tricks ratha-bhojana-vrksa smiles once again we bow to his grin the mellow fellow is the first to see us before the bells ring bringing happiness plus red and creamy chinese silk when you touch the holy name touching Krsna with your tongue and for ordinary desire that's the touch that kills

Giridhari plays his flute by the kund meditating on Srimati Gandharvika's pada padma and the temple in her heart and manifests his form as Mahaprabhu from within that hrdaya mandire purple with pink green and yellow shapes for Mahaprabhu Giridhari in yellow with purple chodder and cummerbund too Gandharvika with patterns cloisine heart and sari sky blue let them shower this divine illusion down on each of us every day and in the middle of the day cycle babble and i are out to play round the cement boat then the cove between the lakes the tennis park and harbor where the boats go in the sunny afternoon many out recreational to racers messengers and errand runners ratha-bhojana-vrksa gazing upon us as we fold our palms hada madrina greets us keeping us calm reminding us performing the bells will sanctify the land deep within the far off jungle nightdress white olive and red perpetually blessed

trace the line of truth electronic green and purple which way will the zig zag patterns go next? from Mahaprabhu' s chodder thru Giridhari's jacket to Gandharvika's sari as more and more petals arrive do the leis cascade from your shoulders down over your chest and wrap around your knee? fragrance filling everyones nose cycle babble and i follow the direction of the afternoon breeze in touch with our inner racer hearing sufferers and sea lions singing that spring song announcing the change of season has come to increase the twinkle in the sufferer thakura's eye over natural bridge to the wild trail which over looks the bay round about to Bhakta Blade's kutir who helps us on our way good afternoon ratha-bhojana-vrksa send us along the jungle path a lone racer comes along "are you going over the top?" "well we live in this jungle and were simply going home" "you are lucky men" he replies vijaya is the greeter and bells begin smelling the kesar candan incense once again "it's a miracle mom" i explain the name of the nightdress and just how that name came they take their rest come see them at the morning bells in their purple and silvery cream and all will be blessed

just when it seemed the Kali yuga had firmly taken over Mahaprabhu made his advent bringing nama sankirtan this orange and white outfit shows Gandharvika's pleasure with Mahaprabhu's reason with her mischievous smile you see it on the bottom of her sari while everyone is being purified by the devotee's sweetly singing calling them to taste the bliss of service taking the dust of their lotus feet and looking on the full rose leis as they cascade along their dancing forms the multilevel cyclists in their sunburst lycra jerseys their chatter invites cycle babble and i to follow to where the foothills meet the sky when we catch up to them they absorb us in their pace line with that orange smile dancing in our minds ratha-bhojana-vrksa smiles widely at our pranams a lazy hawk floats on circles of air ceremony begins it's name is sandhya and begins with the sound of the shell in the evening the orange and green from Nrsimha caturdasi the lotus nails which acted as a weapon to save the devoted Pralhad lying down for rest come in the morning and become just as blessed

as devotees came to be seen the thakuras were in teal and chocolate brown most magnificent design that some devotees spoke on a lark among fishes Giridhari is the shark from Bhagavad-gita went up for a closer look to try and see the leis daisy and roses were combine in a most clever way and i do believe the maker knows i'd have this to say cycle babble said to me if we don't sprint along the street where the team awaits we'll be sorry many recreational cyclists have come to play and messengers who ride quick with their bag of tricks they keep it real on Saint dagwood's river trail circling the park all kinds of locals exercizing trying to hit their mark they weren't aware cycle babble and i were heading for ratha-bhojana-vrksa we got back to see the kernel of divine chanting rounds welcoming us back keeping us on track for the bells ceremony in the ninth is the nightdress chasing away the stress of the long day though the tailor's in the land where all wear dhotis and he knows how they go it makes you wonder if he even cares bout making the Deity's outfits if you don't spend enough takha have to count upon the seamstress to straighten the whole thing out so on Janmastami day the curtain will open and everyone will shout today's leis are roses tis the season when they come though the afternoon is windy almost blows cycle babble and i off the street we still go to the sunny cove for the ride on up to the first highway and cross over there going on in the sunshine in the smell of fresh salt air people out in jacks made to break the wind ready for whatever nature may send circling around we come past the whalers sing out their detailers on past marcedo de las pulgas ratha-bhojana-vrksa awaits seeing vijaya there to greet us reminds us what we have is great in the evening they wear swarga mega a heavenly cloud makes everyone at sunrise bells chant right out loud auspicious bathing, eclipse evading, wary when the astrologer noticed the lion was in both birth moment and in the jotish cakra and Mahaprabhu would deliver the whole world who knew who he was and why he had come blue and hot pink with the most elegant rose petal leis formed in the aussy way puspa mukuts that show approval and bless all who come with divine service afternoon cycle babble and i are spinning sprinting and hammering even though each day the route seems the same it isn't all that lame seeing one with antenna like a space creature and another with the look of dinosaur someone offered a cap to sufferer thakura who watches over his flock by the lighthouse round the bout to the corner round to the cruiser king bowing for ratha-bhojana-vrksa he gives us wings that we might meet with kumara and start the ceremony of the bells while the orange panel skirt is featured in the nightdress come for sunrise bells and you'll be blessed

jeweling all the peacock feathers is increasing fun exponentially sometimes it's so wonderful i must jump and shout this must be ecstasy leis of roses that wrap around their bending forms sunshine great for cycling in the afternoon round by the university we see the sea gull and his guest he asks how we been and says good luck with the rest round the south land back to fold our hands respecting ratha-bhojana-vrksa we both ask "isn't this grand?" it's the mellow fellow who welcomes us in everyone is in the bells are about to begin orange with purple with some february baby's bling dressed for rest they go on enjoying like anything this night's shades of purple bring something cool someone who can take us from the mundane pool this dress such an arrangement of purple spectrum all our loneliness and longing be gone with this darsana intensifying the rose leis and this one is called in Guru Maharaja's words "I was born at midnight" now in the afternoon we'll put a smile on our face turn that frown upside down and all spinning down to where the sufferer thakura stands tall shaking off that dust that collects in our minds and hides our true selves as when we round the natural bridge's shelves back round bhakta blade's kutir cruiser king says he'll get us home from here so we sprint past the chocolate strawberry treacherous triangle's fairy getting ready for bells hada madrina welcomes us home bells begin while the priest chants "Om" black brown and red phoenix bird tonight's dress or at least that's the word

devotees came to the Deity's outfit today what a lovely outfit it is with all of the jewelry in harmonic way peacocks hiding behind the petals of the fluffy flower leis surya puspa mukuts and effulgence top it ever birghtly leaving the ashram as the winding street comes to call come out all the cyclists and sufferers are having a ball cadence of the training team gets in the flow floating along in stride smooth with backs straight and low sea lions on their rock and sufferer thakura bouquet at his feet wild trail circling the church round the bout almost complete thru treacherous triangle as if on wings while the whalers detail and sing at the campa hatti a guy with on saddle bag and enormous pack carrying what he has to preserve what he lacks ratha-bhojana-vrksa says hey as we respect and fly away the kernel of divine love welcomes us home bells have called us once again from where ever we rome in the evening it's the midnight sun Srila Guru Maharaja appeared to put maya on the run come for sunrise bells and see how it's done amavasya come to town that's why the moon doesn't seem to be around bumble bees on Gandharvika's veil that amavasya is here without fail there's even bumblebees on Giridhari's flute under his direction everyone follows suit full rose leis usual for wednesday afternoon chance to go out and play first to Mahamuni's post box up skater's hill where style rocks follow the opals to the point's hook pass the cove just have a look between the lakes thru the harbor for goodness sake round the corner and natasala past the tennis park the toad joins one and alla keep the pitch to the right under first highway to the light ratha-bhojana-vkrsa says go and we bow as we say hello hada madrina is chanting on his chair as bells begin incense fills the air green and purple dress as night comes down at morning bells all will dance to Giridhari's silver flute sound

those who make the thakuras clothes somehow seem to know the colors and how they combine into each dress and look so utterly fine they also listen to even the children well for you never can tell who will reveal the next sign and decorate them with full and petal rose leis and see how they swing as the thakuras sway and in the fresh new afternoon spin down the long and winding road to see the sufferers swoon upon the whitecaps of a chilly day round the about beach hill and Bhakta Blades kutir circling the church things become clear and the cobwebs in our brains slowly but surly wane allowing us to follow our dream and return by the cruiser king's smooth as silk and safe as cream greeted by the mellow fellow who didn't ask us why he just joked with us and got us off to bells our spirits follow the kirtan and swell then in the evening the thakuras hear the lions laugh with lemon jellow mukut and effulgence fore and aft laying them down to rest i look at them and sigh and pray to receive divine love for their service and servants

like the rising and setting of the sun the seamstress is worried that Srimati Gandharvika's skirt will rise or fall making a noise within her mouth that makes murka pujari laugh she demonstrates by waving her arms leis of rose petals so 3derfully made devotees applaud with their eyes on the main street hitting our stride team's captain as the guide Mahamuni's post box is on the right with the cement boat in sight making the turn near the ape toss where the trees are covered with moss round the south land ratha-bhojana-vrksa likes our folded hands mi ray is waiting to say hey bells with lamps and incense close the day yellow and gold nightdress hiranya kasipu come for sunrise bells and you'll know it's true find a way to make Gandharvika's skirt longer make it just a little stronger connect a layer or how about a pair extend it properly for her to wear apsaras design the sari fill it full of gold filigree stars diamonds all the geometric shapes have it ready by Janmastami date duiangali short get it fixed in the next few days duiangali short more full roses in the leis all who come offer praise over the point of the hook between the lakes to have a look tennis park and natasala make the corner see the policeman's mourner through the treacherous triangle beats with horns in a tangle the whalers sing about all details ratha-bhojana-vrksa waits on the trail bowing our heads we won't fail kernel of divine love is the welcoming us home bells will show we are not alone the touch that kills all material lets us seek a true thrill attend sunrise bells and get your fill

thakuras were dressed in green and black this morning made for Guru Maharaja's vyasa puja day they rise early and dance in their devotees hearts cause they're attracted to the love they have full rose leis with tulip centers still using flowers from the Gaura Purnima flowing nicely with their dancing movements they aren't too short nor too long cycle babble and i aren't such fast spinners racers pass us by as if we are standing still staying back with the messengers and recreational guys our motivation is simply "get out and ride" everyone today is in their rain gear heavy fog and drizzle all afternoon sprinting through a wooded park over a footbridge back to the point soon heading back for the good Lord's bells ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees our palms fold the action gurudeva told coming up to Kumar's welcome and in the evening "a lion on the chase" purple and green nightdress come for sunrise bells and be blessed

thakuras were dressed in green and black this morning made for Guru Maharaja's vyasa puja day they rise early and dance in their devotees hearts cause they're attracted to the love they have full rose leis with tulip centers still using flowers from the Gaura Purnima flowing nicely with their dancing movements they aren't too short nor too long cycle babble and i aren't such fast spinners racers pass us by as if we are standing still staying back with the messengers and recreational guys our motivation is simply "get out and ride" everyone today is in their rain gear heavy fog and drizzle all afternoon sprinting through a wooded park over a footbridge back to the point soon heading back for the good Lord's bells ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees our palms fold the action gurudeva told coming up to Kumar's welcome and in the evening "a lion on the chase" purple and green nightdress come for sunrise bells and be blessed

the thakura's enchanting smileinvites us to join them in serving stylelift away Maya's cloud from your shouldersthis darsana will help us feel what is really realshades of orange and browncrystal beads on boarders all aroundfull rose leis reach nearly to the groundsunny afternoon once againmain street to the lion's park withinskaters stop and looktoward the point of the hookcyclists sprinting the coastal stagesome are on the team and the coach watching checks his gageothers are just tagging alongbow to ratha-bhojana-vrksa through the south land a mellow fellow sees us home and raises his handbells are now under wayat the end of the busy daythe lotus nails is the name of the nightdressall are eager for a peekbut that comes at sunrise bells right now the thakuras have gone to sleep