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