pastimes so high parrots come and land on Mahaprabhu's hand high talks mad talks now how many incense sticks did i bring along? a western devotee collected the parrots you see seamstress put them together nothing can go wrong magenta stock, white mums and roses conquering noses given by the campa hatti from his heart so free cycle babble and i are coming from the foothills to the sand of the whalers cove it's still a little windy seems as if pedaling up the thrill coming back down join with the toad and cruiser king through treacherous triangle hearing the detailers sing on schedule fir evening bells while we bow ratha-bhojana-vrksa asks "isn't it swell?" crossing the gate back to the ashram's land was that the kernel of divine love or am i dead wrong? bells at sunset are starting to ring dressing for evening rest dance and song i saw Vraja kissing santa clause enjoying like anything a very just cause a cloisonne heart decorating Srimati Gandharvika Mahaprabhu manifest from the temple within leis of roses from round the neighborhood swaying as they dance devotees speak of their glories as best they could afternoon sun calling out for an adventure spinning to the cement boat along the path steady and sure thru "treasure island" on a forgotten thoroughfare smiling and laughing floating on the spring air ready for rest Nrsimha caturdasi brings a new outfit "what is the name?" they want to hear more why the answer is simple "positively May 24" now that the Thakuras are awake coming for darsana you take note of what they wear today white with purple trim and green sequins forming flowers on the chodders, skirt and turban removing all every fear rose leis arrive maker in good cheer what a life our guru varga has given! now the landmarks go by the point of the hook the cove, natasala, and steamer's nook racers, errand runners, messengers and board carrying teenagers folding our palms to ratha-bhojana-vrksa by and by greeted by the cherubic one in the evening hiranya kasipu come see in the first light of dawn

once again's come the second ekadasi day all the colors in the rainbow combine in such a pleasing way abundant roses form the leis a scene true and tried spring days stretch out the ride the cove, harbor, natasala through the park were happy as a lark round the bout up beach hill sufferers put flowers at their thakura's feet hoping for a thrill circling spinner's church in Bhakta Blade's hood then hear the whalers sing as they should ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees our folded palms knows we're returning without qualms vijaya greets us home bells have called us back from where we roamed brilliant as the midnight sun Guru Maharaja appeared to take us higher miracle done Mahaprabhu's bangle with center star to search the land reclaiming as many servants as he can today's pink and sliver will be known near and far the bangle gives the name "superstar" so many roses in each lei april showers have brought this may even though the hard wind is blowing cycle babble and i find ourselves rolling hook of the point watching the sufferers on the white caps meanwhile we begin weaving through the gaps between pick pockets. joggers and lovers through the harbor, natasala round the corner cruiser king hovers past marcedo de las pulgas to the southland ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees us bow and smiles we've begun the last miles Mahamuni asks "what up?" "bells" is the answer as he sips deathless nectar from his cup slipping out of their day dress is it tomorrow relives the stress of this long day come for morning bells and begin to play

come and see their gentle smile take their darsana for a while feel the devotional spark begin to smolder the teal and the dark colors of a team called sharks among fishes I am the shark no one is bolder leis of roses are the order of the day magnifying the devotees love as they sway as each day cycle babble and i spin through the forest by and by point of the hook on to the cove a short sprint as the crow flies between the lakes to natasala beasts and pedestrians fuss up from behind the toad joins us such exalted association i take sea lions are on their rock to bake through treacherous triangle past marcedo de las pulgas on the right cruiser king puts the hammer down so we take flight ratha-bhojana-vrksa grins as we bow and wonders who will win over the gate it's Kumara to greet our team bells send out their merciful beam hiranya kasipu is the yellow nightdress chasing away all stress take care anything you say could put fodder in the air when they ask the name on Gaura Purnima day know the date it must be finished by thakuras appear and spirits fly leis of roses catch all the noses taking care cycle babble and i go about an afternoon adventure bathed in the warmth of sufferer's spirits and remembering the thakura's smile five feet from the moon the sidewalk musicians croon natural bridge sees the tourists out to have a look the cruisers king leads us to the point's hook navigating the big street through the beast fleet ratha-bhojana-vrksa and we fold our palms the wind has calmed Mahamuni welcomes us for bells soon the kirtan swells in the chinese silk smooth as milk touch that kills all that chills our devotional spark come to the sunrise bells on a lark the good doctor brings the medicine that wipes out the disease and won't let it back again red and teal with beads by hand Mahaprabhu comes to save the land fresh leis of roses in suspended animation saves the nation by mass communication even mukuts are sewn at home seamstress and crew are in the zone meanwhile cycle babble and i are out under the hawk's protective eye at the point sufferers are in their wet suits complete with boots we spin by watching the white caps hearing the sea gulls flap tennis park and the harbor sees us fly through once more round the corner cruiser king departs and the journey home starts Mahamuni waves us on while ratha-bhojana-vrksa likes our folded palms kernel of divine love welcomes us with a smile bells begin in a short while synchronicity tonight for when they go out to play the night before the ekadasi day

Mahamuni standing at the curtain checking his watch again waiting for the appearance of Nrsimhadeva devotees are singing das avatar stotram he's one of the important ten where's that pujari at? he asks from behind that curtain comes a voice "he's asleep" then the phoenix of a firey red on the new outfit appeared with leis of roses and such the ratna bahu form jeweled arms are shown Bhakta Blade says their giving free tickets to a "gun show" spinning through the jungle under the hawks gaze from the cement boat where the sea gull begs to the point of the hook seeing those on jogger legs between the lakes past the tennis park climbing to the pitch on a lark ratha-bhojana-vrksa happily smiles while we bow starting the last miles sunset comes and the bells ring while the devotees sing swarga mega on this warm night heavenly blue and white pink and white with a touch of green the shade of Srimati Gandharvika's nayana you've all seen as they dance their leis sway roses and sumanas flowers show their face today with thoughts of the thakuras playing in our minds we sprint through the town the british taxi is there turn that frown up side down circling treasure island watching as the sufferers come into the sand the toad is along for the ride ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees us fold our palms knows we've been begging alms the kernel of divine love welcomes us home bells ring as the priest chants om then as the day ends the lord's mercy is extended lotus nails orange and green come for sunrise bells start the day by being seen gold and blue with full rose leis this darsana will chase illusion away back up the hilly tract and the lover's lane switching back tight basking in the longer day light still the bells ring and the devotees still sing vijaya sees us in as the thakuras slip into the nightdress of a different color marakatimani puri talking like a pirate yellow chinese silk and olive green red ribbon trimming the inverted pleats the game played with Guru Maharaja's sutras one spelled out 'die to live' it got pushed together and pulled apart to form 'diet olive' we all laughed and i knew the outfit's name had been chosen by sri guru leis of magnificent roses color and shape just right warm afternoon melting our minds into a glide through the forest with critters by our side on the wharf road past the skaters doing flips weaving around the sufferers hearing their quips brings a curl to our lips people congregate in Saint Dagwood's park throwing frisbees happy as a lark back along the point of the hook when who should our wandering eyes see lets move in for a closer look why it is it is his holiness Mahamuni shouts of Gaura Premanandi ratha-bhojana-vrksa horripilates folding our palms but pushing on not to be late the kernel of divine love greets us as bells begin soon the evening dressing comes again a lion on the chase purple and green one of the combinations rarely seen come along to sunrise bells rescues us from the deep dark well the pujari is at the curtain watching how the steam comes from the devotees ears got to wait for the teacher and his english class the Thakuras are dressed the purple and gold keeps all eyes fixed so everyone hopes they appear quick now if the teacher tells his class this is our Saint Patrick's day even though Gaura Purnima blows that completely away as the curtain opens all begin to swoon you must know this was from Mahaprabhu's full moon the leis are of roses and petals too devotees say "very good" wouldn't you? now in the afternoon go out and sprint by the cove between the lakes the natasala near the shop's lug scent picking up the cruiser king hearing the whalers sing each detail is right we clear treacherous triangle our formation is tight round the south land cross the light ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees us bow and says "quite right" Kumar is the greeter and the candan is smelling sweeter as bells are steady deep within the far off jungle, the thakura's nightdress is ready at sunrise bells through the smoke of incense maya's cloud will be lifted no matter how dense

getting the cloth together Janmastami is coming soon pinky purple and yellow with mirrors may bring about a trance with the leis swaying as they dance a real smooth operator flowers in his hair sprinting, spinning and hammering to the sufferer thakura his flock is there for sure zinc on their noses and charcoal under their eyes keeping off the sunlight as is pours from the sky sea lions are congregating out on their rock that isn't such a shock pointing the way back ratha-bhojana-vrksa keeps us on track thakura's nap is finished they rise refreshed Mahamuni is ready for evening bells black and brown nightdress with red phoenix trim see it at sunrise bells then begin again "make the dress for my birthday white and gold" gurudeva expressed desire and it soon took hold turban and cape with rhinestone mukuts air was full of the name of Hari now the mukuts have become gold jari leis of roses it's their season made quickly so they are pleasing spinning through the southland and parking lot lion's park, skater's hill where tricks performed shows what is skill and what is not round the corner with cruiser king hearing the whalers sing round the hospital and marcedo de las pulgas bow to ratha-bhojana-vrksa and know the he will bless bells sound throughout the valley in the evening hiranya kasipu they were tired and didn't dally come and see at sunrise bells devotees will sing and it will rattle in the dell Gaura Purnima brings a whole lot of new things some are kind of wild puspa mukuts and effulgence bring back the flower child brilliant yellow with blue chodders and cuffs assorted flowers in the leis we grow our own and today there are enough short way to the bridge five feet from the moon arriving just a little after noon long way back between the lakes the cove to the opals for goodness sake back to navapatra and under first highway to the long and winding where ratha-bhojana-vrksa smiles to see our folded palms under the red wing blackbirds the trees and fragrance minding vijaya is getting a bath from the poison oak by now it's bells and in the ninth as it was spoke come to the morning bells and see how it's true

to draw everyone to a higher consciousness the thakuras appear in this forest green trimmed in black dress with some flashy silver panels in the sari and chodders the chodders have black crystal beads that knock together and sound like the holy name leis of roses red and pink gifts again sprinting is good beneath this spring day sky above our heads the gulls and guests fly knocking out the cobwebs from our minds among the team and messengers we give it a try giving chase up beach hill keep up with them is a real thrill the voice says "come on back" wake the thakuras from their nap ratha-bhojana-vrksa smiles on our pace line Mahamuni back from the game beams as the ceremony starts 'ratri kalina' is it's name it's a miracle mom this nightdress didn't take so long ready in an instant for vyasa pug day 'O Giridhari' was all the folks could say

circumambulating the natha mandir waiting for thakuras to appear eager to see what clothes they been changed into Mahaprabhu wears a vest in this white with pink diamond dress Srimati Gandharvika has an effulgence that cannot but impress Giridhari's meticulous turban with it's many peacock feathers and strands of jewels sits like a crown upon his head showing how he rules full rose leis with star gazer centers are more splendid by thakura's touch lets all leave other sights as if they aren't that much spinning away from the ashram on the breeze of the afternoon coming to the point of the hook in what seems like extra soon the cove comes up leading between the lakes to the harbor and natasala round the corner with cruiser king in a couple of shakes park place has it's kaviraja and airwaves while in the street dancers swirl while onlookers all rave atop the skater's hill the guys perform complex tricks accompanied by a ghetto blaster pumping out hip hop licks navapatra with the pitch on the right means soon respects to ratha-bhojana-vrksa and end of this flight Mahamuni welcomes us home and the bells ring along light green purple trimmed in silver is the outfit for tonight cme to sunrise bells and the whole day will become bright

thakura's darsan flows in these foothills inviting all souls to come and take their fill Mahaprabhu in mango, Giridhari yellow, Srimati Gandharvika panels of blue silvery flower embroidery all round even effulgence come into view each leis is made of roses given freely careful planing in the making spinning quickly overcast day special mission to get some fixins cyclists out there's one dressed like a pirate want to laugh but try to hide it switchbacks are tight on the back street cruiser king shows us how to make them neat keep your knees and elbows tucked in make your back straight then you can begin ratha-bhojana-vrksa likes our folded palms so we speed past without qualms Mahamuni checks his watch while we exclaim 'dandavat' bells are ringing devotees singing the lion is laughing this evening deep blue nightdress trimmed with yellow that reveals their forms like lightening some thought the demon father would destroy his devotee son but his unshakable devotion caused the Lord to come so in the cream and light blue colors the seamstress hid some parrots covered also by the rose leis neat and trimmed with attention with this darsana every eye was purified while the devotees sweetly sand the holy name and with their gentle smiles they invite each one to join them in their eternal serving mode in the afternoon cycle babble and i spin throughout the jungle following a team their pace gets us to follow to where the point of the hook meets the sea the lycra wearing cyclists sprint laughing through the sufferers eager to merge with the deep blue waters and worship in the crystal cathedral of the waves between the lakes we wander over the harbor to the round about spinning past their sufferer thakura hearing those already on the water shout soon cycle babble knows he must return for he has consuming service to wake the Lord and take him from his bed today it's hada madrina who welcomes us back home ratha-bhojana-vrksa is laughing with his leaves as the bells begin to ring the incense is smelling sweetly catching people by their noses and showing the path home in evening the orange nightdress known as Prahlad-a-dad lets them dance come to sunrise bells and spend the day in this happy trance

blocks of butter on the flame rust even a bit of avocado makes the game golden color like foam on ghee rose leis threederful to see swaying as they dance with ease spinning through the woods spring aromas getting out to clean the cobwebs from our brains thru lion's park and the village by the train the hook of the point leads till we hear the voice of the track it says we should be coming back let ratha-bhojana-vrksa know we come to fold our palms and go where Kumara meets us bells go on without fuss come for darsana of hiranya kasipu at sunrise bells that way all the day will flow extremely well ekadasi has come again put all to the test as the sun travels from east to the west seamstress says take care the sari is full and doesn't rise or fall remaining furled rose leis are artistically done as they pirouette they sway in fun catching the light they gleam with the strong breeze today it feels as if we'll be knocked off our chariots of two wheels still many are out celebrating bike month coming within five feet from the moon the team is on track not caring if we tag along so we take their back there is a bug with haukuel'a mi' bent in three places someone calls our name bells are quiet but soon ring in the evening the touch that kills shows itself and at morning bells everyone will be thrIlled

surely all good people offer their heads at the lord's feet each day and become satisfied in this simple way following the angels and making themselves a new and transcendental life darsana of this green and yellow cuts the fear of our worried minds like a knife remember all the flowers are for the leis for all the devotees to use arranging them in any pattern that they want remembering this cycle babble and i are spinning on the street hearing the screech owls,humming birds and robins tweet blowing the cobwebs out of our brains all the way to the point of the hook where it's high tide again round about with the team ahead natural bridge and the pier circle the spinner's church dandavat to Bhakta Blade at his kutir round the corner cruiser king takes his leave then there's the marcedo de las pulgas i believe ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees our hands folded a smile on his face molded it's hada madrina who pulls us in let the bells begin in the evening the lotus nails the nightdress again no signs of being old and frail just about midnight came the lord's emissary to give everyone a chance to make connection with his merciful glance the shades of purple reminiscent of that night hail the beacon light hammering cause it's a quick one to the lion's park then up the village to the see the bear stop and give him some gentle care tracing the shape of the cove on between the lakes over the harbor to the natasala and the shop round the corner passing the officer's shrine thru treacherous triangle while the sun still shines ratha-bhojana-vrksa treats us as he should we bow our heads and he blesses us as only he could a boy the color of a fresh raincloud waits at the door celebrating bells are devotees by the score this evening they are "deep within the far off jungle" now devotees are set for sleep praying the lord their souls will keep so in the morning when they wake sunrise bells will bless everyone with no mistake