going up to take a look at the new outfit for janmastami day a casual glance shows a mistake Srimati Gandharvika's sari is short make it longer is some way soon the devotees will hear the long and short of the sari tale of this year around the hanging tree a hill of goat moths we see cycling the lover's lane the beasts are on the wane trainers come face on zoom zoom we wave as they go by but in true fashion they act as if we didn't catch their eye passing a retreat we descend thru lion's park under one bridge over the next noting river's mark with the pitch on the right beginning our homeward flight ratha-bhojana-vrksa smiles seeing how we count the miles a few mrga are around their bhavan we shout "Gaura Premanandi" and go on it's the kernel of divine love welcoming us ceremony of the bells evermore auspicious yellow and silver from Nrsimhacaturdasi this year came on May 24, positively

green or blue only gurudeva's mercy can remove maya's screen and reveal which is true petal mixed with stock and mum leis sway with the gentle dances that they do forward cycle babble and i go with a clean slide as effortless as a glide team training ahead comes into view while the jungle goes by on either side as the hills raise us up and down by the point of the hook joggers and sufferers scamper around while the toad joins us for the stretch to see how many rays can we catch round natasala we break to return bowing to ratha-bhojana-vrksa we feel the burn grampus welcomes us back just at twilight bells begin and the kirtan is right babaji rides his horse of a different color tonight talking like a pirate he enters marakatimani puri see them at sunrise bells be quick don't hurry

on the redwood simhasana they do their blissful dance dressed in white ganga yamuna giving all a chance to make them petaled rose leis spin away to pleasure point where all would like to stay roadies and mountain men wave as we cross again ratha-bhojana-vrksa cheers us on as we fold our palms it's gramps who brings us in the bells are singing again soft yellow and gold from the day when hiranya kasipu's story is told see it sunrise bells forceful and bold after the thakuras are awake and you take a look at the calendar's coming days you may hear your mind stop to contemplate a color they might want surprised a young one appeared with the suggestion of the year mango, yellow and red even though the thakuras have to wait there came 2derful rose and mum leis now off to spin at mid day and the twelve o'clock sun burns off the June gloom and the team followed by us goes by zoom zoom through lion's park up skater's hill to where pelicans point the way hearing the hawks and screech owls in the sky seeing us bow ratha-bhojana-vrksa winks an eye round the bend the longhorns are gone path to the ashram isn't long as the kernel of divine love smiles with grace from above welcomes us back as the evening bells sound in the natha mandir and all around synchronicity is the nightdress relieving all the day's stress it's the month's first ekadasi look at the moon and stars and see make sure Srimati Gandharvika's sari is right not too high, low or tight puspa mesh blue yellow and mango red puspa effulgence over head fragrant multi colored rose leis fills our minds out for spinning in the middle of the day up the "back way" rounding the hanging tree ascending the steep hill with glee going down is harder switchbacks are sharper beasts vision already impaired our going there is rare even though the light is bright they say we remain out of sight now with a team training around we all go quickly down through town to the point of the hook all the sufferers are on the waves look! back up folding palms to ratha-bhojana-vrksa without qualms ada madrina greets us o the way up bells ring as devotees offer prayers with hands cupped swarga mega tonight come to sunrise bells let your soul take flight

trash talking walk the walking outfit making Srimati Gandharvika's sari needs some hoops to push it out 3derful rose leis following their dancing ways everyone swooning in joy at their sight the great goswami swaggers asking "hoosier pujari?" now who can cycle babble and i be since we never met Eddie and we only sit on B17 seats always joking never choking rounding the cement boat carrying groceries in an ordinary tote being blessed by ratha-bhojana-vrksa for safe return passing mrga bhavana we're feeling the burn mahamuni welcomes us as ceremonial bells fill the air nightdress of brown with black and red trim and the red trim holds a Phoenix bird within come for sunrise bells and your cup of mercy will be filled to the brim

there were two boys walking along when a flutter buttered by speaking to the boys "follow me I'll take you home" they came upon a forest where all were personified the peacocks danced and tigers chanted while the lions roared with delight Srimati Gandharvika's sari appeared to glow with tiny red christmas lights magenta mums and petaled roses reported for the leis the bamboo flute conducted this giddy symphony amazing all who saw main street through Saint Dagwood's park the cyclists will pass while the dogs all bark round spinner's church and the sufferer's shrine offering him flowers so fine rounding the bridge up the beach hill through treacherous triangle congested still through the southland ratha-bhojana-vrksa smiles as we bow before beginning the last few miles grampus welcomes us back sounds of the bells makes ordinary attachment slack in the ninth is the nightdress from guru maharaja's vyasa pug come and see everyone will be blessed sometimes the seamstress makes a plan but Giridhari may differently inspire the tailor man in spite of the patterns and explanations she tried some how or other they were pushed aside creamy white turquoise and red mukuts were made to match and sit atop the Thakura's heads assorted flowers made the leis that sway and dance in novel ways through the jungle passing the hanging tree goat moth hill is there to see a baseball park is on the left there's a hill inside called "the top of the world" where the brave go to ride up and down then ratha-bhojana-vrksa looks on folding our palms we go beyond the kernel of divine love welcomes us home bells begin devotees sing under nave bhakti's dome the lion laughs in deep blue defined by yellow boarder inviting all to dedication's quarter after the mangle arati everyone was so impressed kept the lemon mellow mukuts and effulgence after they were dressed coming to the altar for a sringara arati rhyme sue nila vasana can be a regular gold mine well i keep on thinking about their magenta mum rose leis hoping that darsana will always fill my eyes spinning through the jungle leaving our cares behing cycle babble and i aren't too hard to find and it's easy to know that the point of the hook is on their mind the cove is in the middle and the natural bridge is near the end through treacherous triangle on the hospital bend ratha-bhojana-vrksa is happy that we bow there are only a couple of miles left anyhow it's vijaya who welcomes us back to the fold bells are rung before it gets too cold nightdress of prahlad-a-dad panel skirt a design best to be had find a new design for this outfit something new and U knee Q a double chodder now like some venerable thakuras wear flower mesh from the fabric store to go with silken saris given months before benares bengali and lalita prasada curtain opens with these combine everyone applauds two unique chodders with full roses making long leis to float beside the two unique chodders another look for their divine play cycle babble and i sprinting to the opal bluffs along the beach the waves are rough drop the hammer between the lakes keep up with the team for goodness sakes bow to ratha-bhojana-vrksa who smiles spinning past mrga bhavana catching our breath while going on ada marina welcomes us home at bells we're never alone is Giridhari's jacket orange or is it green depends on the angle from which it's seen at the sunrise bells the chosen few will be able to tell in their day dress they look so prime captain zigzag's electronic line of truth is serpentine that is it moves in a crooked line from Mahaprabhu to Giridhari too and Srimati Gandharvika's in a purple hue leis of red roses reach down to touch their toses their fragrance tickles each and every noses up the forest past goat hill and the climb still goes higher still leveling at the lover's lane going back down again by the country store keeping the little league field on the right once more the lion's park with the school kids together by the crossing guard a few of the "city's finest" are eating lunch on the yard up the skater's hill and to the right going under the first highway the long and winding comes into sight ratha-bhojana-vrksa nods as we fold our palms and sing the name of gawd gramps himself welcomes us back ceremony of bells is on track this nightdress didn't take so long made so fast why it's a miracle mom