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