thepedalingpujari of thepacific

2012-01-29T13:58:00.000-08:00

There's an orange bead smile on Gandharvika's sari
inviting all to the eternal serving mode
and a cape for Mahaprabhu
a turban for Giridhari
some narcissus in the leis
the long winding street stretches away from the asrama door
as Cycle Babble puts on his sunnies
a mischievous smile
isn't all to beautiful
as Srimati Gandharivka sees Mahaprabhu's fun with her mischievous smile
we'll pedal as sweet as a violin
perfect pedal strokes smooth as the bow
aerodynamically bent tucked down low
fixed gear freaks ahead we chase down all the way
from the hook to sunny cove
between the lakes along side the pedalers who've
shed their wintry gear for now
the pelicans point the way home as ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls
we'll be back for sandhya after all
by the windmill there's a waiter on skates
who nods to the campa hatta where fran the puspa man awaits
the marcedo de los pulgas is empty and free
meet kalarupa under the famous tree
sprinting back bunny hoping the gate
right up to the mandir sandhya won't be late
in the evening is it tomorrow or just
purple and green with silver causes
us all to want to fall in their lotus pollen dust
zigzagging along
the motif in the outfits today
purple and electric lime taking devotee's breath away
like a serpent the truth comes in a crooked way
devotees relish the smell
of roses narcissus and stock in the leis
made with an artistic eye so well
pedaling along
the new year almost a month old
as Cycle Babble and I float along main street
we're treated to the sight of a Christmas tree
dropping needles in the yard
we chuckle aloud
“only 296 shopping days 'till Christmas!”
pedalers are out of their winter gear
a fixed pedaler passes us making it clear
he's on his way to an important class
once again we have to laugh
as the ratha-bhojana-vrksa is call us home
to the sandhya zone
meeting kalarupa at the mrga bhavana
we keep sprinting along
and it's only the seva
that makes us so strong
in the evening it's a miracle mom
that keeps Murka singing his song
starting out an Indian girl
back in Navadvipa
took a journey to the side of rodeo creek
where the sun is shining
people are so golden
now she's got flowers in her hair
Gurudeva says she's become an American there
with Mahaprabhu in smoky blue
purple dhoti and coat for Giridhari
hairdresser thought Srimati Gandharvika was in blue too
seamstress said there would be a tiara as her belt
name “miss america” was heart felt
seamstress thought “whoa whoa whoa”
leis today are orchids roses with odds and ends
made simply with help from all our friends
navigating by a falling star
so long Cycle Babble and I are steering away from the rain
all the while dodging the cars
pedaling along keeps us sane
the wind blows free between us pair
saffron sandal in the air
ratha-bhojana-vrska calls us back there
to meet kalarupa where
the mrga come together on a dare
and we hammer to the asrama gate
sandhya starts on a close play at the plate
now the thakuras dress for rest
“deep within the far off jungle” is the name of this dress
where they've danced every night this week
coming in for mangal arati
ganga yamuna
lunar eclipse on Gaura Purnima
people are going to bathe in the river
when the lion arises in the sky
and they sing out Gaura Hari
the golden avatar has come
call it Nadia Sasadhara
gold chodder and sash for Mahaprabhu
vest for Giridhari and cummerbund too
belt with a star on Gandarvika's hip is what's new
moon looks to be holding a rabbit when it's full
so Mahaprabhu is called Nadia Sasadhara
pedaling where the trees and flowers are
the team of racers leads us through the lion's park
chasing the skaters off of their hill
lets Cycle Babble and I know we're out for a lark
while it strengthens our will
the opals are watching the sufferers change
into wetsuits to ride the waves range
sun is lasting longer at the cove
but between the lakes the pelicans point the way home
even though we go on
soon ratha-bhojana-vrksa is issuing it's call
around the natasala through treacherous triangle
even though the beasts tangle
we sneak through
meeting kalarupa while the sky is still blue
bunny hoping the chain
mahamuni welcomes us again
and sandhya begins
hirany kasipu is the nightdress
putting cupid to the test
he can't attract anyone
as they do on and on
the way mangal arati takes everyone beyond

2012-01-25T16:24:00.000-08:00

At the end of the first week of the new year
came Puspa abhisekha with Radha in the hood just hear
how the thakuras wore their capes of red
with leis of roses and gerbera daisies ocean of bliss all the devotees said
nextcameSue ‘Nila mango yellow and beautiful blue
full rose leis with a fresh take on the mukuts worked out well it’s true
pink and purple from a Guru Maharaja’s vyasa puja
mukuts the same for Gandharvika and Mahaprabhu
but the turban for Giridhari has a new wrinkle or two
following the angels like our Guru Maharaja is the way out of here
say the rsis from their pages
green and yellow today
with mums daisies and roses for the leis
on lucky 13 Saint Patrick’s Easter came fashionably late
teacher says “hey wait for me
my students must see
the new dress and the celebration arati”
leis of roses leaves and mums
purple stoles let you know that our Gaura Purnima is near
when Saint Patrick comes
so the teacher lets his students know
on his vyasa puja day
make a dress for the thakuras in white gold and yellow let your imagination play
rose fragrance from the leis
made by the seamstress in the topmost loving way
then one of olive and yellow
a word game saw one of Guru Maharaja’s sutras squeezed together
giving Murka inspiration for the name diet olive
message of surrender that he came to give
do they have one yellow and red asked the young devotee
bless her pointy head
a potpourri of flowers come together in the leis
what a maker to combine them in that way
at the moment of birth and in the jotish cakra too
a blue ribbon personality with take birth we all know it’s true
leis of spray roses that reach out over to come into view
her eyes are green or so the rsis say
pink and white with just a touch of green to
remind us of her eyes and gentle smile
the second ekadasi day the thakuras come
with their colors everywhere and new done hair
a new maker’s first attempt to match the flowers to what they wear
a 1derful first start
at stroke of midnight Srila Guru Maharaja came down
take a look at the door
stand and make sure
no ghosts disguised as cats
enter trying to cause havoc
like the frosting on a cake
effulgence with little icicles reflecting light into their darkened eyes
Hockey players glide over the ice
dressed in teal and chocolate brown
verse from Bhagavad Gita fits so well need to read it twice
“among fishes I am the shark” thakur’s clothes same colors as the team from this town
mums roses and sumanas flowers in the leis
wrapping around their bending forms
fragrance intoxicating
how nicely they’re adorned
“among fishes I am the shark”
meeting friends on Cyrus’ highway
talking about how cleverest to play
the lion’s park is empty
just enough drops to keep the people out
on top of the hill a few hardy skaters no doubt
there Cycle Babble and I take off for the point
while the ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls out come back please
meet kalarupa hammer to the asrama with ease
welcomed by the kernel of divine love
the sandhya begins as flowers shower from above
the touch that kills
from Nrsimha caturdasi it tops the bill
dance all night
then at mangal arati spirits take flight
oh today’s dress is sure to raise a smile
red silk and seed bead peacock feathers
you can see it’s got a Vrndavan style
with mukuts made to match
roses and gerberas in the leis fine as any other
fragrance drifts out and seems to hover
taking it’s place in the recesses of your mind
pedaling out the team ahead moves like a well oiled machine
following behind Cycle Babble and I are a pair like they’ve not seen
the sand from the hook is caught in the crank
have to be cleaned out now
sweat breaks on Cycle Babble’s brow
ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls out
meet kalarupa under the tree the eucalyptus is the cypress’ brother
back to the asrama high five Vijaya
sandhya is celebrated by Murka the rover
in the evening the nightdress is the laughing lion
yellow flower boarder around the cloth o At the end of the first week of the new year
came Puspa abhisekha with Radha in the hood just hear
how the thakuras wore their capes of red
with leis of roses and gerbera daisies ocean of bliss all the devotees said
nextcameSue 'Nila mango yellow and beautiful blue
full rose leis with a fresh take on the mukuts worked out well it's true
pink and purple from a Guru Maharaja's vyasa puja
mukuts the same for Gandharvika and Mahaprabhu
but the turban for Giridhari has a new wrinkle or two
following the angels like our Guru Maharaja is the way out of here
say the rsis from their pages
green and yellow today
with mums daisies and roses for the leis
on lucky 13 Saint Patrick's Easter came fashionably late
teacher says “hey wait for me
my students must see
the new dress and the celebration arati”
leis of roses leaves and mums
purple stoles let you know that our Gaura Purnima is near
when Saint Patrick comes
so the teacher lets his students know
on his vyasa puja day
make a dress for the thakuras in white gold and yellow let your imagination play
rose fragrance from the leis
made by the seamstress in the topmost loving way
then one of olive and yellow
a word game saw one of Guru Maharaja's sutras squeezed together
giving Murka inspiration for the name diet olive
message of surrender that he came to give
do they have one yellow and red asked the young devotee
bless her pointy head
a potpourri of flowers come together in the leis
what a maker to combine them in that way
at the moment of birth and in the jotish cakra too
a blue ribbon personality with take birth we all know it's true
leis of spray roses that reach out over to come into view
her eyes are green or so the rsis say
pink and white with just a touch of green to
remind us of her eyes and gentle smile
the second ekadasi day the thakuras come
with their colors everywhere and new done hair
a new maker's first attempt to match the flowers to what they wear
a 1derful first start
at stroke of midnight Srila Guru Maharaja came down
take a look at the door
stand and make sure
no ghosts disguised as cats
enter trying to cause havoc
like the frosting on a cake
effulgence with little icicles reflecting light into their darkened eyes
Hockey players glide over the ice
dressed in teal and chocolate brown
verse from Bhagavad Gita fits so well need to read it twice
“among fishes I am the shark” thakur's clothes same colors as the team from this town
mums roses and sumanas flowers in the leis
wrapping around their bending forms
fragrance intoxicating
how nicely they're adorned
“among fishes I am the shark”
meeting friends on Cyrus' highway
talking about how cleverest to play
the lion's park is empty
just enough drops to keep the people out
on top of the hill a few hardy skaters no doubt
there Cycle Babble and I take off for the point
while the ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls out come back please
meet kalarupa hammer to the asrama with ease
welcomed by the kernel of divine love
the sandhya begins as flowers shower from above
the touch that kills
from Nrsimha caturdasi it tops the bill
dance all night
then at mangal arati spirits take flight
oh today's dress is sure to raise a smile
red silk and seed bead peacock feathers
you can see it's got a Vrndavan style
with mukuts made to match
roses and gerberas in the leis fine as any other
fragrance drifts out and seems to hover
taking it's place in the recesses of your mind
pedaling out the team ahead moves like a well oiled machine
following behind Cycle Babble and I are a pair like they've not seen
the sand from the hook is caught in the crank
have to be cleaned out now
sweat breaks on Cycle Babble's brow
ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls out
meet kalarupa under the tree the eucalyptus is the cypress' brother
back to the asrama high five Vijaya
sandhya is celebrated by Murka the rover
in the evening the nightdress is the laughing lion
yellow flower boarder around the cloth of cyan
dance like anything
just before Govardhana puja
in the month of Kartik
a new outfit was being made for vyasa puja
nila aruna and syama LIVE in the arena of pure consciousness
with mukuts from Vrndavana with parrots in a colorful sunburst
the leis are being made from roses, petals and fun flowers
that charge the atmosphere
taking us beyond our tears
while outside fixed gear freaks are searching the trails
on campus smooth as brail
heeding the ratha-bhojana-vrksa's call
we head back for the sandhya ball
kalarupa awaits the hammering to the asrama gate
they arrive at an astonishing rate
the sandya is starting
the night begins with the orange panel skirt
and continues to the mangal arati
dancing and dancing under the stars

2012-01-08T13:54:00.000-08:00

Meanwhile back in the month of Padmanabha
Guru Maharaja's vyasa puja was next to come
Seamstress looked at Srimati Gandharvika's skirt
according to plan it was done
describing it to murka pujari
before it was unveiled to the devotee society
she was concerned it might look like
it was going up too far or too limp
so far from expectations
of how she wanted it to be
making a sound that caused Murka to laugh
leis today of roses and petals
simply amazing! Exclaimed one and all
as I take off for pedaling joined by Cycle Babble
we began a spin with jotish at the ready
to keep peace with all the beasts
when the sun had gone away
so they don't come after the two pedalers on the run
as we cross the sunny cove to the harbor
we see all those out to play
seeing how other pedalers have also shed winter gear today
going about in a streamlined way
crossing the natasala line hoping to leave the dark behind
but still the daylight fades as the hour chimes
stealing colors from our eyes
we show the jotish to compensate for the setting sun
now the ratha-bhojana-vrksa call is clear
in it's present tense
so now Cycle Babble takes leave
as if he's the only pedaler with that sense
going away through the narrow lane
in the treacherous triangle plane
joining kalarupa at the mrga bhavana
they hammer on
to be welcomed by the bunnies
as well as wunderkind reading the funnies
in the nightdress asking the question
is it tomorrow or just the end of time
the thakuras dancing enjoyment is so prime
the butter fluttered by and said
“take me in hand I'll get you home
it's to a forest I will take you
where every bird beast and tree
is a unique personality”
upon arriving we saw those words were true
for all the forest had become a symphony
playing silly little tunes
all conducted by Griidhari's bamboo flute
and even Srimati Gandhravika's sari
covered in sequins twinkling like Christmas lights
topped by her mukut of gold jari
leis 3derful of roses, mums and bells of green hue
pedaling in the afternoon how much fun for us to see
it was to the hook and opal beach
sufferer thakura within reach
lighthouse and steamer's alley
behind a pace line Cycle Babble and I staged a rally
catching up to their wheels
one for the highlight reel
at beach hill there is new construction
where once were scores of mountain me
they've now slipped into reduction
disappearing inside the high rise
down to the natasala
and treacherous triangle
where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls
about how the people of faith need Cycle Babble to haul
back for vaikalika offering
later in the evening it's a miracle mom
the quickness the seamstress was able to rely on
pulling this one together in twelve nights or even less
purple and gold
purple and gold
we'll leave the ordinary out in the cold
with the winter season here
warmer outfits appear
silver panels in this skirts rupa
puffed out by a sturdy hoop
parrot belt and “shake sharped earrings” for Sri Giridhari
tosses memory back to the Janmastami party
this one came with Mahaprabhu in white kirta and purple dhoti
now the flowers try to hide
so each day's a campa hatti ride
petals leaves and funny things
give the leis a special zing
purple pink and yellow above
maker called them “leis of love”
following a pace line that enfolds us
pedalers so strong and race fit
pull us over the first highway
sprinting untiring selves
through the sunny cove and between the lakes
soon they disappear off in the distance
while Cycle Babble and I spin in their slipstream
hearing ratha-bhojana-vrksa calling
pedaling right past the fixed gear folks
and the Mercado de las pulgas
round the southland to check Cyrus' thoroughfare
talk with a few friends we find there
then meeting kalarupa at the mrga bhavana
indefatigably sprinting to the kusa grass and beyond
where the Kernel of divine love greets Cycle Babble
with “isn't too dark for you to travel?”
he answers by flashing his jotish into his eyes
till the Kernel is satisfied
black brown and red outline
designs of a Phoenix are so fine
for dancing all night long
while the flute plays the raga all night long
dressed the thakuras in this beige outfit
made the devotees think of the foam on ghee
rusty colored flowers with avocado green leaves
rusty orange effulgence over their heads
leis of roses and petals folded
yellow ones looked like butter too
murka showed petals during arati
while devotees looked on with glee
wispy chiffon chodders floated lightly
as they danced swirling free
pedaling out to beat the darkness
first corner marks a mile
the team in training offers inspiration
as Cycle Babble and I keep up they turn to smile
whoa going by the lion's park
the jotish dispels the dark
skaters atop their hill
pirouette in front of beasts for a quick thrill
sprinting faster to the hook
on to the sunny cove for one last look
pelicans pointing the way home
while the ratha-bhojana-vrksa is chanting om
going over the first highway
getting back before the last light of day
meeting kalarupa under the famous tree
breaking to a hammer Cycle Babble gets back on count of three
it's wunderkind to do the greeting with a healthy grin
shank blows as stars appear the sandhya begins
oh the thakuras have had a busy day
now their day clothes are put away
soft yellow silk with gold trim
the nightdress called Hiranya Kasipu again
they dance away the over night
till mangal arati when they bring all for their sight

2012-01-04T17:25:00.000-08:00

Look closely
you'll see them
the hidden parrots
all around Srimati Gandharvika's sari
look there's one on Mahaprabhu's belt now
like the two he heard talk in the forest
look again at the leis of roses and mums
even a couple of sumanas
flowers made their way
in to today's leis
let them form thoughts inside your head
soon they'll take over
you may remember nothing else
out with the pace line
they let Murka and I chase them
catch up to them round the sunny cove
between the lakes to the natasala where people wait in droves
soon comes the darkness
it will creep up on us
take the colors from sight
give more chance for the beasts and Murka and I to fuss
in the approaching night
be back before the darkness
the sandhya begins minutes after susnset
returning Bhakta Blade is the greeter
and he helps them into marakatamani puri
while the devotee is riding on a horse
of a different color talking like a pirate of course
while Murka dresses the small thakuras in the same
taking them off to bed at the end of the night's game
today Mahaprabhu's orange and white remind of cream sickle
seeing that fun gives Srimati Gandharvika a tickle
when she shows her mischievous smile
full rose leis are high on the dial
all the devotees get to remember this fun for a while
when our afternoon trip comes down the curvy miles
over the first highway with the team
when we go over a bit too fast
the whole lot of us feel like we've become free
at the hook and sunny cove it's easy to see
the pelicans point the way to the
evening sandhya of the day
kalarupa is at the mrga bhavana
heading for the kusa grass putting a good hammer on
nurse maid greets along with Kumara
the celebration takes us all far
adbhuta singha the lotus nails are out tonight
their glance will assure us to go on and not take flight
the peacocks were swooning
on a very old backdrop
then the seamstress took them out
put them in a new dress
to be first seen
when the curtain opened on Gaura Purnima
leis of roses and petals
combined with care and attention
following the thakura’s forms each lei settles
gently in position
oldest of all but in a new dress
this afternoon pedaling about
without a doubt
behind the fixed gears
between the lakes with no fears
of geese or sufferers
outside the natasala people in line
as the ratha-bhojana-vrksa’s call chimed
brought Murka to the sandhya
to meet kalarupa at the holler
showing the way to the kusa grass he would foller
greeted by the bunnies hoping away
ceremony of the bells was about to play
in the orange purple and white
the thakuras danced through the night
waiting for the mangal arati
when the devotees would come to be
seen to start their day off right
Giridhari is such a smooth dancing actor
count the mirrors on his chodder
frolicking in the pasture with the cowherd boys
when can I meet with such a day
roses and mums flow together
leaves will help to make them longer
see the wonderful leis made even better by the thakura’s touch
today Murka and I met a pedaler
said his name was cycle babble
took us for an adventure
where the team was going upwards like they were racing
while we were going down direction they were facing
both as happy as could be
cycle babble sang us a song of what more we could see
herons standing under the boardwalk bridge
while the gulls looked down from the ridge
as the trail stopped the three were in Saint Dagwood’s park
hearing the ratha-bhojana-vrksa’s call to get back before dark
sprinting past the fixed gear freaks and cruisers in a special way
sneaking through the treacherous triangle on a busy day
the house of choc-o-lot watches the play
through the hospital lot
past the campa hatti spot
frank the puspa walla
waves and lets out the holler
come in for the leis
our puspa is sure to bring praise
kalarupa waits under the cypress tree
sprinting with thoughts running free
to the lotus feet of the Deity
who is dressing in the white red and olive
deep within the far off jungle with so many blessings to give
when the devotees assemble to dance away their cares
the ganga and yamuna have been flowing together
from the north to the south
the east to the west
in every town and every village
yamuna is silver ganga is gold
now they’re together in this Gaura Purnima dress
when the moon looks like it’s holding a hare
going home? Guru and Gauranga have come to take you there
with jari mukuts and coordinated hars
mums and rose leis whose fragrance goes far
if you’re going home Guru and Gauranga will take you there
pedaling the winding street to Mahamuni’s post box
through the lion’s park up skater’s hill where their stunts really rock
down by the hook where the opals are
cruisers meander while Murka and I are following the stars
between the lakes the geese all honk
we’re still hoping not to “bonk”
at the natasala people are counting down
a new beginning arriving in town
taking leave Murka heads back to ratha-bhojana-vrksa’s song
hammering through the triangle the choc-o-lot house
is quiet as a mouse
campa hatti bids farewell to puspa man
marcedo de las pulgas is hawking bread and jam
kalarupa waits under the famous tree
as Murka approaches with left hand waving free
the sprint begins to become fast
soon they’re at the kusa grass
jumping the chain Murka high fives
smiling Vijaya
the bells will soon be ringing as they do
for the sunset celebration after the shank gives the cue
now the evening dress is on it’s called Hiranya Kasipu
soft and subtle yellow gold for the mangal arati view
they dance the night away
enjoy like anything spreading their affectionate ray
now on this the beginning of the year
with winter on the run be of good cheer
puspa effulgence, mukuts and hars
brought out by the broad blue puspa braid in the trim
leis of roses and mums with gerberas to shy to face the world
with the ringing of the arati bells
devotees join together before the thakuras
to praise the name “I’m a sumanas child” from the puspas it goes
seven pedalers together in the pace line
soon Murka and I join in behind
taking advantage of the afternoon returning sun
playing beside the sufferers, cruisers, joggers and geese on the run
between the lakes and driftwood
over the bridge on the harbor to natasala as we should
round the corner to the cruiser king
fixed gear freak goes by as his bell rings
house of choc-o-lot that talks-a-lot
the treacherous triangle is it’s own plot
along the bright sea to the tennis park
late afternoon already starting to get dark
meeting kalarupa Murka starts to sprint
the creek gives a hint
that kusa grass is coming soon
young lady greets Murka under the waxing moon
vaikalika seva is on the way
in the ninth this evening
with the red blue and purple gleaming
when mangala arati comes round
devotees will be attracted by the sound
of kirtan sweet kirtan to relieve all distress
let him enter your heart
soon he’ll take the whole thing
sankirtana is the medicine
for the iron age
red and nearly turquoise blue
it’ll save all by the grace of sri guru
leis of roses and gerberas in place
still a bit timid to show their face
pedaling in the new year
sunny cove coming up the opals fading in the rear
the harbor is full of boats
the people at the natasala have put on coats
ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls out to Murka to return
he puts on the hammer as we adjourn
meeting kalarupa under the famous tree
crossing the chain the kernel of divine love is there to see
sandhya starts promptly before the stars come out
Bhakta Blade is there to solve the nightdress doubt
Baby blue is true choice
they dance while all the devotees rejoice
in jarikhanda forest
sweet smelling flowering plants
all the animals dancing with Mahaprabhu
in his ecstasy tears drench his orange clothes
today a cape with vest
forty pieces in Srimati Gandharvika’s sari
from Gaura Purnima
leis of roses and mums
center an orange mum with yellow sun rise
causing spirits to fly to new height
pedaling the main street through the southland
till a beast pulled a no look dish
nearly got a Murka in his trunk
“they don’t even see me and I ride this giant”
one beast herder said
oh it made me wonder what could be going through his head
skaters coming down from their hill
also racing the dark for an extra thrill
the opals are staying home
while the ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls for an end to this roam
following how the pelicans point past the tennis park
still racing the impending dark
from over the bridge kalarupa waits under the famous tree
with lights blazing Murka becomes so easy to see
greeted by the kernel of divine love once again
sounding the shank sandhya begins
then in red mango yellow and blue
thakuras are ready for rest this night
ekadasi comes as the moon is getting bright

2011-12-27T17:10:00.000-08:00

Devotion springs from her alone it bathes and saves your soul
She asks please come drink your fill
life giving nectar carried by the guru varga opens our dark eyes
green and purple from Radhastami her service will never go wrong
cause she’ll be there with bells on
with tiny bells sewn on her sari
arranging service like no tomorry
leis of petals and full roses
following their forms fragrance conquering every nose
pedaling out to cyber’s highway
friends to meet friends to talk to good thing on a chilly day
follow the hook between the lakes round the harbor
at the natasala the call is heard
going fast Murka knows sandhya is the word
singing a few bars of hare krsna with the whalers
passing two with loaded trailers
meeting kalaruapa at the mrga bhavana near the rails
sprinting back to be greeted by the singing cowherd boy
a lion on the chase is how we are for preaching
bringing them back for teaching
brighter green and more and deeper purple
enjoying like anything
purple, yellow and blue
all with paisley patterns too
remind the seamstress that a new outfit will soon be due
cloisonné heart on Srimati Gandharvika’s chest
one that devotees like best
and suggest the name
at the kund Giridahari plays his flute
and from the temple in Srimati Gandharvika’s heart
comes Mahaprabhu
gerbera and mums today
know how to combine as leis
pedaling long past the marceda de los pulgas
in to Saint Dagwood’s park where people celebrate the season
on different days for their own reasons
winter days keeping pedalers in gear
booties jackets and hats over their ears
boats are in the harbor now
between the lakes there are no fowl
only sand and drifting wood
by the windmill the ratha-bhojana-vrksa’s call
brings Murka from spin to haul
the friendly pelicans point to where
kalarupa waits in the tree fresh air
back for the sandhya dancing and singing
while the bells are ringing
in the evening
the wise man is checking his watch while
following instructions of the phoenix
waiting for the lion to arrive
devotees all thrive
when they hear the priest behind the curtain
laughing through his tightened lips
on the amavasya madhuvrata come to dance
around the stars on Giridhari’s dhoti in trance
then attracted by the flowers on Mahaprabhu’s sash
make a made dash
to collect the nectar and have a laugh
from the first leis of prabhu from roses and petals put on after their bath
racing with the sunset
our chains give us a glance
of all the other pedalers who’ve come out for the chance
to catch a glimpse of a red suited gentleman
best seen from within
happily we carry on until the pelicans point the way home
as ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls back from where we roam
kalarupa meets him under the famous tree
sprinting to the kusa grass once again home free
greeted by another hoosier who complements his hat
at the end of sandhya there’s a little light chat
and the Thakuras slip into their soft
comfortable yellow gold enjoying incense as it wafts
throughout the temple from the last arati
and dance until the morning when just before sunrise
the pujari comes again
when the full moon was up Mahaprabhu had his turban on
with his kirtan party the search had begun
you may think you can hide from the aggressive mercy
but it will find you out go ahead wait and see
pink and silver with a star in the bangle
can you guess the name? from that it’s superstar no need to wrangle
leis with gerberas that face the world
lilies and petals unfurled
we pedal in the rain and in the wind
from the hook to the harbor where the boats are in
through saint dagowood’s park
up the beach hill to Bhakta Blade’s before dark
round the spinner’s church few are out today
they’re carrying on about a holiday
between the lakes to the windmill shop
up the big street watching out for the chops
meeting kalarupa at mrga bhavana
back to the sandhya as the daylight is almost gone
in the ninth red blue and green
at mangal arati all the devotees can’t wait to be seen
going to the mukutwalla to get the janmastami dress
when I saw it wasn’t right I told the tailor it was a mess
and he said one thing that was this
you don’t always want what you get
no you can’t have it your way
the red and gold mukuts made by seamstress herself
ties in the creamy red and teal
leis maker’s magic carpet just wouldn’t do the trick
still the leis were present beautified by the thakuras themselves
pedaling away the chilly afternoon
through the hook the sunny cove and the harbor
sprinting to get through soon
at the natasala people stood in line
taking leave at the shop Murka felt fine
past the house where choc-o-lot talks-a-lot
the whalers chanted as they are taught
on the right is the Mercado de los pulas
on the left kalarupa is waiting under the tree that’s famous
at the gate the blue jewel greets
as the sandhya rocks to the gentle beat
midnight blue revealed by yellow lightening
with effulgence almost whitening
taking their rest
till the mangal arati fest

2011-12-22T16:01:00.000-08:00

on a clear and starry night
dancing and dancing
till the dawn comes again
ghee smells so good when it is cooking
has such a rich color on the foam
thakura’s dress today
rust and avocado flowers come to take us home
havir bhu is this one’s name
the foam on ghee is the exchange
magic flowers in the leis
three from two bunches so much range
pedaling along beasts try to cause heaps of pain
pedaling along got to stay between drops of rain
pedaling along on this plane
fixed gear freaks are really friendly when you meet them
on the streets of downtown
in Saint Dagwood’s park cruisers don’t frown
round the corner the king is there counting the number of rounds
the harbor and tennis park are on serve
between the lakes the sufferers cross in the curve
windmill café and sunny cove are places to see
keep the pitch on the left Murka says to me
at the point pelicans point the way back
kalarupa might cut you some slack
meanwhile Vijaya is the greeter
and the incense is smelling sweeter
into the night thakuras take the Hiranya Kasipu
dress and it tells them what to do
being seen by them at mangal arati the devotees go into a swoon
let’s go to the nath mandir
now the way is clear
to be seen by the thakuras in their copper blue and white
dancing on the simhasana they look to be taking flight
attracting all to engage in service by their gentle smiles
with fragrant leis of roses in an incomparable style
soaring to Seymour’s museum
where the great blue and grey are standing for the people to see them
coming up the beach hill there’s a couple pedaling saying “hey”
while Murka and I answer “how you doing? and enjoy the day”
through the curves in the ocean path the sufferer thakura is in view
wearing a new lei that brings cheers from the few
retuning round the spinner’s church and the kutir of Bhakta Blade
going over the railroad bridge unafraid
taking leave at the shop I hear Murka’s cleats jangle
while he sneaks through the treacherous triangle
pedalers in bright colored jerseys are in the pace line
and hammering to meet kalarupa Murka creeps up from behind
under the famous tree they begin to spin
to the kusa grass where the laughing man
welcomes him with a smile and a hearty wave of his hand
the sandhya is synced with the setting sun
devotees turn pirouettes in fun
in the ninth it’s red and blue with a little green
a nightdress brings about their topmost sheen
in the sunrise it creates a dream
one asked what is the opulence of Vrndavana
maybe a few peacock feathers small red berries cows all across the land
next to the seed bead feathers were the mum and rose leis
yellow and white ones that looked just like snow
ah but in Dwarka there is so much treasure more than simple folk could know
don’t mistake why not let the yogamaya roll
still out pedaling as always nothing stops even when the days are cold
heading down main street vaikalika approaching got to hurry
between the lakes and the sunny cove
round the hook to where the opals are then the pelicans point the way home
keeping the pitch on the left with the highway above
meet the kalarupa to wake the source of love
greeted by the kernel of divine love and faithful kumar
next the sandhya happened a muhrta before the appearance of the star
in the evening it was synchronicity
thakuras around the mission got outfits of these colors
now Sri Guru Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari wear it as a nightdress
before the ekadasi day
when comes the second ekadasi day
there are always new words to say
think of the previous days
everyone knows
now winter nights are becoming cold
all the colors of the rainbow in this dress and Giridhari’s dhoti is gold
flowers are scarce this time of year
still the leis are no less than 1derful no fear
pedaling tracing the hook to sunny cove between the lakes
following the pace line’s wake
cruisers and tourists with their tents
fixed gear freaks from school came and went
ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls “come home”
so at natasala Murka begins alone
through the treacherous triangle
avoiding the beasts messenger style
house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot
brings a smile
marcedo de los pulgas is where kalarupa meets him
together they hammer rodeo creek’s byank
sandhya celebration begins with the shank
nightdress brought in by Bhakta Blade in the trunk
panels of Gandharvika’s sari
vest for Sri Giridhari
simple dhoti and chodder for Mahaprabhu
they enjoy like anything the night through
while talking about last night’s pastimes
his friends hear with joy
he paints on their chest
to show the limit of cleverness
while his friends watch in amazement
don’t know how the seamstress picked these colors
orange and teal with a bit of red for merriment
1derful 2derful 3derful for Janmastami day
today full roses follow Giridhari’s tribanga a beautiful lei
pedaling along in the neighborhood of opals along the edge of the hook
so many sufferers out for a look
pedalers take advantage of the sunny afternoon
while singing a solstice tune
from now on the days will get longer
as the ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls Murka home once again
we didn’t notice how the cruisers were upon us
welcomed us into their midst
at the natasala people waiting in line
still we pedaled through the last rays of sunshine
through the village all the way to the famous tree
where kalarupa is waiting on me
up to the gate greeted by the kernel of divine love
as the sandhya commences with the sunset hand in glove
is it tomorrow or just the end of time
nightdress of green and purple with silver trim
dancing and dancing till mangal arati so prime
filling everyone present’s containers to the brim
with the joy of service in that realm

2011-12-18T13:24:00.000-08:00

Gaura purnima was coming
and a new outfit was due
yellow dhoti for Giridhari Gandharivka's sari would be blue
combine that make green for Mahaprabhu
gold jari peacock and silver red and blue
a mukut for each deity reflect their individuality too
leis of petals and whole roses
2derful effort fragrance to occupy the noses
pedaling long the sunny cove
the cruisers put on a show
of how to carry a suffering board where ever they may go
between the lakes Murka and I are on serve
seeing joggers and strollers strengthening their nerve
at natasala the show draws a crowd
former space of dui cakra yantras is still as loud
through the treacherous triangle comes ratha-bhojana-vrksa's call
signaling Murka to come pall mall
meet kalarupa at his famous tree
hammer to the asrama gate greet Mahamuni
the sandhya celebration features the Kernel of Divine Love
returned from journey to the east
where he's learned to wear a glove
in the evening the wise man is hearing
instruction of the Phoenix
checking his watch in wonder of when the lion will be appearing
while devotees are sure the pillar is his shroud
hear the priest behind the curtain enjoy the fun by laughing right out loud
who would call this a wedding cake
just cause the pastel colors remind one of frosting
or think that the thakuras are the couple on the top
“when will you and I frolick in the pastures of Sri Vrindavana”
that's why it's really called
“pasture media time”
silver jari hars with leis of rose petals
featuring a gerbera daisy in the crook
of Griidhari's elbow
pedaling by the lion's park watching all the school kids
then our attention is drawn by skater's hill
where they absorb all with their show
soon we're at the hook where the sufferers are in the curl
a road team goes sprinting by the point
ratha-bhojana-vrksa is calling out again
following his contract Murka goes hammering back home
by the tennis park where the players are on serve
between the lakes by the windmill seeing one who's dressed up like a gnome
keeping the pitch on the right
then under the first highway to the furniture unfinished
meeting kalarupa at the mrga bhavana where the grass has diminished
waving to Vijaya the evenings greeter
the sandhya's shank is sounding sweeter
hiranya kasipu, the nightdress of Saturday.
Keeps them comfortable and warm
till mangala arati and they realize they survived another eclipse
this one is about a vyasa puja outfit
tell you some things you may already know
begin meditation from their lotus toes
that's the way the creeper grows
make it with white and gold if you can
following Gurudeva's plan
outfit will become so grand
pick flowers for the leis with love from the fields
marigolds camellias with roses filled with wintry rain
fragrantly following their ever dancing move to still the material pain
that threatens again and again
each afternoon Murka and I pedal along the asrama lane
service's celebration is here
raise consciousness to good cheer
up the beach hill to see what we might find
pink jasmine growing on the vine
salutations to the great blue whale
a chilly wind is filling the sails
of boats out on the bay
who take the afternoon to play
on to the natural bridges park
down the beach hill an effort monumental and sincere
the spinner's church is the way that's clear
ratha-bhojana-vrska's call takes Murka out of here
visiting Bhakta Bladee's kutir
round the corner to the chocolate house
sneaking through the treacherous triangle quiet as a mouse
hammering with kalarupa to the gate
bunnies there can't wait
to greet us as they scamper away
was it worth pedaling on this gloomy day
never underestimate the power of good pedaling
he says
in the touch that kills they take their rest
tomorrow morning the creamy red and white
will make all who come feel most extremely blessed
first take notice that Giridhari's outfit looks like dark chocolate
while Mahaprabhu and Gandharvika are in teal
three other names are swirling n Murka's mind
in the evening it wraps around the shark tank
effulgence around their heads
to bhagavad gita “among fish I am the shark”
maker is rejoicing roses and orchids for the leis
colors from where a hockey team plays
pedaling behind the team like the pontifical position of the tour de france
smooth and easy pedal strokes sending Murka and I into a trance
out near the rock where the sea lions congregate
but the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa reminds him not to be late
and with the speed of Mr. Armstrong
you know it won't be long
'till Murka is read for the sandhya where the folks will sing the song
bringing current from the ocean of bliss
a celebration not to be missed
blue with yellow trim
with necklaces featuring a lion with a grin
the nightdress that shows where Giridhari's been
dancing till mangal arati when the begins
swami bought a beautiful sari
for the thakuras
six meters long for Gaura Purnima day
combine mango for Mahaprabhu and yellow for the flute player
srimati Gandharvika has beautiful bluie
so come along for the darsana
no better way to start the day
come see the roses and orchids put in the leis
ordinary problems Murka and I have left behind
in the mid day we pedal along
representing the truth to each fellow pedaler
we pedal along over the first highway
hammering hard to keep ourselves warm it's another chilly day
chattering with the fixed gear freaks we might find there
also enjoying the crisp winter air
seeing the sufferers get into their wetsuits
the call from ratha-bhojana-vrksa ro come back up the route
more celebration as the sandhya is near
talking like a pirate the babji
enters the marikatamani puri riding the horse of a different color
that you've heard tell of
somewhere in an add or a magazine
singing songs and carrying on like you've never seen
they her eyes are green
like this dress pink cream
that touch of green always looks keen
coming to the nath mandir all the visitors say
seamstress has such a way
of making all the colors play
Gandharvika Nayana for a celebration day
full rose full circle leis tickling their toes
and with fragrance that captures everyone's nose
over the first highway to listen to the whalers
they like to sing while they detail
out for the pedaling on this December day
the pace line is so norm
but the fixed gear freaks will never conform
there's one with his bike made up like hog
all the better to penetrate the fog
so many like to pedal on this December day
ratha-bhojana-vrksa's call has come to tell Murka
to get back to wake the thakuras
meeting kalarupa at the mrga bhavana
hammering through the curve and beyond
to the asrama gate greeted by the buttercarya
lotus nails look orange
but from this side green
keeps all confused as far as what they've seen
till mangla arati cuts through the screen
come and see
the thakuras in their deep forest green
from Guru Maharaja's vyasa puja day
from their simhasana they happily view his eternally dancing lotus feet
taking the remanent within his heart
they bestow even the smallest part
signals the bhakti latta it's time to grow
coveted roses petals and mums
turn into leis round their necks
pedaling away for the afternoon
it's so much fun being Murka and i
a chance to pedal each day
there's a pedaler in best wind breaker
swiftly from the corner
through Saint Dagwood's park fews the giver manys the taker
call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa brings Murka back for four
greeted by one on par
not the change of time invasive motorwya
or birds on the wire
will keep him from carrying on the service of his Gurudeva
oh yeah it's a miracle mom
a nightdress made so fast
it caused the seamstress' head to spin
then when the curtain opened it pierced the hearts of who
came for darsana
in the ancient times
sweet smell of incense in the air
parikrama on dusty roads in bare feet
Govardhana puja coming soon
how to get free I want to know
who'll be there to guide the way
then just around midnight
with shades of purple all around
Guru Maharaja appeared
won't have to give in and lose the fight
turban for Mahaprabhu
layered skirt veil and choli too
chodder doesn't drape around Giridhari's arm
floats with his dancing mood
leis? Mum's the word
centers a little drooped
still Gandharivka's quite perky
pedaling back in the way Murka and I know
where we'll be able to see
people in the lions park
and skaters atop the hill
just one more week for the solstice to arrive
the sun will begin it's return
not sure how we'll survive
but with this thought to comfort
we probably will
deep within the far off jungle
the lion sleeps tonight
thakuras enjoy like anything

2011-12-09T17:25:00.001-08:00

Look at the altar
notice how Giridhair has two chodders
one above the other
a U knee Q double feature
and the rings upon his fingers
dispel all darkness
look at Srimati Gandharivka
with her mesh veil and sari
with the flowers and stones
drink deep the nectar
let it make a nest inside your head
the pink and purple of Maharprabhu
come to search for you
leis of roses
with petals too
pedal out now
to see the bear and beyond
there's a kid with a Dalmatian hat on
isn't he wild trying to stay warm in costume
up ahead there's a pace line cycling in tune
they can school you make your muscles too sore
to complete the day's chores
no fixed gear freaks today
the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa means have to end the play
meet kalarupa
he's at the open field
where the pink flowers formed a shield
in late summer
sprinting on no slow comer
savory is the greeter with kirtan playing
sandhya is swaying
let's go
green and purple nightdress
relives everyone's inner most stress
the line of truth is a crooked one
as one goswami saw a picture of Lombard street
seeing these outfits with their zigzag motif
will bring us true relief
the chodder of Mahaprabhu
to Giridharil's coat
ending in Srimati Gandharvika's skirt
the green is almost electric a tyagi kindly spoke
but to a murka pujari everything is a joke
colorful and fragrant flowers today
simple petals mums and leaves in the leis
too much talking falsely will make the arati late
all along the opal beach sufferers were in view
while the roadies, mountain men and fixed gear freaks
pedaled along each taking their respective cue
from a long way off came the ratha-bhojana-vrksa's call
in response Murka began to haul
sandhya is celebrated by the sandman
while the kernel of divine love is returning quick as he can
an orange dhoti and kirta show why
tonight's dress is called “Krsna is a brahmacari
while Mahaprabhu has purple kirta like Srimati Gandhravika's sari
they dance all night under the chilly starry night
till the mangal arati makes all feel right

2011-12-07T16:07:00.000-08:00

walking through the forest all the creatures along the way
experienced his magic
wonderful chanting he showed
made tigers and does and bucks dance
heard two parrots talk in a divine trance
leis of roses and mums
inviting all to the kirtan party to have some fun
peacock mukuts with effulgence to match
what a picture to catch
pedaling through the dark and cold
but with flashing light Murka and I can be bold
speaking with friends on the highway
no better way to spend the day
a pace line goes by and smiles
they figure Murka and I are pretty wild
wrapped up tight fixed gear freaks are ready
while ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls steady
meet the kalarupa at the gate
coming in at a fantastic rate
greeted by the sandman
sandhya happens soon as it can
panel skirt and Giridhari’s vest
outstanding in this nightdress
go out dancing in a mood so divine
returning for mangal arati ready to shine

2011-12-06T17:05:00.001-08:00

Have you seen this effulgence of Srimati Gandharvikaby it’s rays she shows divine love to all the worldswaiting at the curtain knowing that darsana will take us home for certaincheck out Giridhari’s turbanthe peacock feathers with gold chainsdevotees are overwhelmed when they hear that shank blowingfull rose leis with petals for Srimati Gandharivka’s flowingwith love’s labor like jewelry almost glowingpedaling ahead of the stormdown the main street Mahamuni’s post boxthe lion’s park is full of school kids marking the path with chalkskaters on the hill their tricks talksand nobody walkson the hook sufferers are in the curlfollow the pace line with flag unfurledratha-bhojana-vrksa calls the play as the pelicans point the waymeeting kalarupa under the treeback to the asrama fast as can bewunderkind greets againright before sandhya my old friendthe amavasya is coming so the lion is laughing instead of roaringmidnight blue with yellow flower boarderrevealing their forms like lightening over their shoulderbringing chaos to disorderenjoying all night appearing minutes before first lightdark moon day is one day that snuck in on thanks giving daywith everyone on holiday and steady rain falling amavasya came one day too soonthe leis maker rolled up in such a hurrycampa hatti walla to stingy for givingso maker is working a miracle three from one dozen madhuvrata came one day too soonpedaling between the raindrops chatting with Murka up to the hill topno sign of the skaters who are usually dominating amavasys came one day too soondown in alley of the steamer sufferers are huddled together no sign of a let up in the weathereveryone has taken to trainerswith amavasya one day too soonshift to the top ring with Murka beside mepedal off our lethargy answering the call of ratha-bhojana-vrksaamavasya came one day to soonmeeting kalarupa at mrga bhavanapassing the hidden valley on and onback for the sandhya as the wall clock chimesgreeted by Mahamuni’s katha so primea lion on the chase the nightdress comes to clean up all tracethat amavasya came one day too soononce in company of a laughing mantwo wandered along the early morning streetwhen a butter fluttered bywhispering “follow me I’ll get you home”by and by it was to a forest they arrived where all talk is songevery step is a dance and on his bamboo flute Sri Giridhariconducts a silly symphony where all the birds trees and creepers sing along in their own waysthere Srimati Gandharvika’s sarihas sequins that twinkle mesmerizing one to think there are Christmas lights wrapped around herleis of roses and petals are 1derful todaywith fragrance that raises everyone’s consciousnessto new heights all along the big street our rathas glowedskaters had once again left their hillto the dark while Murka and I passed by on our way to the point of the hook seeing the pelicans thereratha bhojana-vrksa calls us all backso Murka and I flyknocking the cobwebs from our mindsmeeting kalarupa sprinting through the chardonnay streetto where the faithful Kumara meetsus on the way to sandyathen while contemplating the instructionof the phoenix the wise manis checking his watch wondering when the lions will appearall the while the priest behind the curtain is laughing aloudin that way the enjoy like anythingthrough the entire nightone brought yellow silk and blue sunflower trimanother brought hars mukuts and effulgence for that daythe birthday of the flute player who enchants all with his sweet tuneroses mint leaves mums and some sage in the leisso this one is I’m a sumanas childfor if one offers a sumanas flower at Mahaprabhu’slotus feet he soon see his last material day all kinds of sadness left behind as Murka and I pedalthrough days when so many things are wrongso we’ll keep pedaling for ever and everdays in the saddle will keep cobwebs out of our brainsand remembering “I’m a sumanas child”pedaling hard on these days of early sunsetflashing lights keep vision clearpedalers in their windbreakers keep the last drops of sunlight on their handlebarheeding ratha-bhojana-vrksa’s callmeeting kalarupa at mrga bhavanahammering as the beasts rattle ongreeted by the bunnies and vijayathe sandhya goes smoothlythis evening it’s hiranya kasipuyellow and gold for mangal arati viewafter enjoying all night longin a circle of friendspaint dolphins on another’s chestand dance upon the altar in a teal and orange dresseveryone marvels at the rose mum and baby’s breath leisthat take them to a tranceof increasing love so enhancedstarting on the main streetfollow two accomplished roadiesin their traffic defying dancelose them at the stop lightup the hospital hill take flightthrough the treacherous triangleleave the beasts to tanglesay hey to Bhakta Blade his kutir is on the trailthat today ends at Seymour’s museum and the great blue whalethen Murka hears the calling of the ratha-bhojana-vrksawe hammer round the spinner’s churchdown the beach hillgo around the corner see the cruiser king at his perchthen Murka wonders if he’ll meet kalarupa under the treesprinting hard the answer is wait and seecoming in for the sandhya the clock chimesin the ninth nightdress enters the rhymepeacock blue and redthey’ll dance all night insteadof staying quietly in their decorated bedsthere is way that all of us can leave herethe prescription of Guru and Gaurangamakes it very clearand being seen by the thakuras in theirteal and red with leis so fairroses mums and irisbrings a state of blissthere comes the hour when Murka and I must pedalfor nothing else we’ll settleso off we go taking flight to be seen by a flashing lightridding on her tiger one says with gleeeven though your light is flashing you’re hard to seedon’t like it Murka asks try this on for sizeshining a head light in her eyesyes that’s better her replywith the sun going down and the moon coming upratha-bhojana-vrksa calls come for the sandhya stuffgreeted by the sloka slingerwhile Bhakta Blade performsnow it’s once again the laughing lionwith sunburst mukutsto lead us into the next daylet them dance that waywalking by nath mandir ‘twas aratithe sank was blowingand a young devotee asked if was truethis was from Nrsimhacaturdasi with parrots hiding too on Srimati Gandharvika’s saricame a little closer checking out the leismust have been four dozen roses mixed with leavesspilling over Giridhari’s sleevebut everyone knew the pujari is a flower childpedaled down by the pitch racing the setting sunmust have been about thirty beasts on the runa lady rider said to Murka if you pedal through the darkyou may be chased downa sufferer came to change with his black wet suitplus neoprene bootsto keep his feet warmpedaled round by the sunny covewhere the pelicans pointratha-bhojana-vrksa was calling Murka and I homedid any of them know it was the sandhyasaw Mahamuni at the gatehe said welcome home now don’t be lateso the celebration begansaw a babaji ridding on a horse of different colormaking his roundsalong with ecstatic soundsas if he were talking like a piratewhile the thakuras dressed in their emerald and hot pink nightdress of the same nametoday is odran sasthi and so the story goesthe days are not only darker but now they’re getting coldso pujari planning the schedule of winter clothesknowing one day Gurudeva will call us homefull rose leisso marvelous full rose leis fragrance permeating every whereseeing Giridhari’s turban the devotees are amazedover come with ecstasy they offer so much praiselooking for that magic thoroughfare Murka and I go pedaling nearly blown away while watching branches settling profile low seeking out the quarters where the devotees all gohoping to find those in the knowfloating on the wings of the galeround the hook to the sunny cove on the trailratha-bhojana-vrksa calls meeting kalarupa where more twigs fallback for ceremony of the bellshammering pell-mellsandman greets with his arms held highthen sings in kirtan by and bythe lotus nails nightdressworking out the stressat first it’s orange or so it seemstake a look from a different way it’s greenboth are true you have no doubtthey go out dancing when the light goes outtwo parrots in Jarikhandaflew to the hand of Mahaprabhuwho heard what they had to saythe seamstress had this dress made for janmastami dayall the colors of the parrots are therewith rose and baby’s breath leis floating in the air“it’s been a parade of ‘greatest hits’ outfits this week”exclaimed the leis maker fairpedaling through the village and in the sunny covegoing rather quickly to beat the setting sunratha-bhojana-vrksa is callingcome back start haulingpassing by the tennis park where the player is on servegoing over the first highway taking the sweet curvemeeting kalarupa under the famous treehammering to the asrama where the sandhya is soon to beit’s a miracle mom that this purple nightdress was made so fastthey dressed swift but didn’t hurryleaving no reason to worry come and see the season has changedvelvet coat for Sri Giridhari is neatly arrangedhe plays his flute on the simhasana taking the chanceto watch devotees dancethey come to be seen and sway to and frohope to receive the mercy he bestowsleis of roses and gerberas todayallows their dedication to be displayedpedaling the asrama streetwhat kind of people will Murka and I meetso much fun pedaling along and hammering back on the main streeteach pedaler winks a smileencouraging us to complete the last milekalarupa waits under that famous treeapproaching the asrama where the bunnies hop freesandhya starts with the sound of the shankand ends when the bell is no longer rungkdeep within the far off jungle the wind has quietedred olive and white the night will be calm in spite of itthakuras enjoy like anything anticipating the highly awake elevated devotees coming to sing thakuras appearing what thrillcome for darsana take your fillit purifies your soulblue yellow and grape, cutty sark dresstorch light of knowledge opens my darkend eyesroses lilies and gerberas make the leisgentle smiles lotus eyespedaling through the windy dayhearty folks come to playsufferers on the waves of the bayat the natasala show is coming people sayround the corner to the cruiser kingopposite side pedaler’s bell ringswhile ratha-bhojana-vrksa singsmeet kalarupa at mrgha bhavanagiving a salute they sprint onwith the sound of the shank sandhya begins hiranya kasipu from nrsimha caturdasisoft and supple never sassylying down for only a moment with happiness and gracethey go in their pastimes beyond time and spacetraveling at a speed unknown to mandressed in red white and black Srimati Gandharvika is in the hoodcoming to the field of the highest bhajanacapes and Giridhari’s waistcoat miracle leis of roses leaves and marigolds todayseason hiding flowers some might not understandwhat the maker is talking aboutfind ourselves on a narrow path at Seymour’s museummany people and pedalers are there to see himhere comes a pack of fixed gear freaks smile and salute not as stuck up as roadies they even speakshows how we’re on the right tracknear the abhavanamauli the wind in our helmets makes us feel freecircling the spinner’s church there’s Bhakta Blade’s kutir just seehear the ratha-bhojana-vrksa’s callsprinting over the beach hill round the corner at the speed of mindquick as possible leaving the team behindthat’s kalarupa under the famous treeback to the kusa grass greeted by the bunniesvaikalika and sandhya come to passsynchronicity nightdress at lastcelebration of Ekadasi will begin at the mangal aratiwith the singing of the sankirtan partytoday Srimati Gandharvika’s sari looks like the oceangot that certain flowapplied flowers and cloisonné heart let everyone knowsing about the good thingslike the divine love that lights our wayor the marigolds and roses that are prominent in the leiswhen you see this outfit you’ll think the ocean’s lost it’s waypedaling in the sunshinebid farewell to the rainusing lights to pedal through the moonshineon these short winter daysgot to pack my saddlebagsour bikes are outside the doorit’s getting late got to be back to wake them again at fourpedaling with me Murka feels so freewants to pedal a whole lot moremaybe even all the live long dayused to pedal along the hills but now those hills have washed awayso now Murka and I salute the team and the fixed gear freaksthere must be twenty at leastwhat a fine way to startmeeting kalarupa at the mrga bhavanaall the way to the asrama got to hammer ongreeted by a teacherat least that’s what she calls herselfnow to begin the sandhya when devotees will jump up look around finding themselves some funit’s OPT, Bhakta Blade himself tonighthelping them into their nightdresscalled Baby Blue and whitethe fire madeby Bhakta Bladeis raging on outside the curtain everyone will stay warm that’s for certain

2011-11-23T15:13:00.001-08:00

Guru Maharaja has told us what we must do
to leave this mundane plane
die to live
ah but in his humor spelling was rearranged
diet olive is what came
coincidentally this dress is olive with green and yellow
one of Guru Maharaja’s sutras it fits the mellow
surya puspas smile at all out from the leis
along with baby’s breath and gerbera today
quickly pedal so quickly darkness is on it’s way
to sunny cove to catch the last rays
pelicans point the way to harbor hark
is that not Saint Dagwood’s park
round the corner to the cruiser king
through the treacherous triangle don’t let the beasts cling
sprinting along there are bells to be rung
meeting kalarupa under the famous tree where leaves are strung
sandhya celebration waiting with curtain drawn
hoping murka won’t be too long
now with night in the offing
purple white and orange nightdress while incense is still wafting
from arati they dance all night
all mundane fear takes flight
as the kali yuga starts
playing his flute Gridhari
meditates on the temple of Srimati Gandharvika’s heart
from where Mahaprabhu came out
with rose baby’s breath and mums in the leis
showing everyone the way
back to home
pedaling through a break in the storm
all trying to stay warm
round the hook
where the sufferers take a look
at Murka and I gliding along
staying strong
the flashing light on Murk’s ride
has beasts shaking their heads side to side
sun going down
call comes round
meeting kalarupa at mrga bhavana
pedaling on
to sandhya celebration
it’s changed the whole nation
storming keeps the Thakuras under the roof
wearing deep within the far off jungle
white with red and olive stripes
dancing till mangal arati life of everyone’s life
gurudeva he’s raised us up
to know that he’ll always protect
as long as we are sincere
brought us to the feet of Mahaprabhu
or aspirations to fulfill
when we feel ourselves so fallen
we can do ourselves no good
take shelter of his associates
set our souls free engaged in sankirtan
when the full moon rises over Nadia
in the month of Phalguna
race down to the natha mandir
see the thakuras in this Nadia Sasadhara
gold and silver
with roses and fun flower leis
with two in Giridhari’s lei
show their faces to the folks
fragrance bursting out
invite us to the eternal serving mood
showing the way out
meanwhile Murka and I aren’t going to miss today
even though we’ll have to pedal between the drops of rain
there’s a guy with a poncho over there
who is on the way to who knows where
drops are really coming now
making even the heartiest bow
to the idea of taking it under cover
what else could you expect from a cycle lover
round for the vaikalika at the ratha-bhojana-vrksa’s behest
greeted by wunderkind no less
now it’s the soft bed yellow and gold
that’s how this nightdress is told
when they enjoy like anything
waiting for the devotees to come to sing
as the mangal arati bells ring
is that haribol jal
or is it a drink from the madder plant family
will our gang get goofed on
if we don’t dress was well as the puckawalla
brown and rusty orange outfit
please come see the thakuras in it
leis of “Russian snow light flowers”
with roses made in a couple of hours
has the rain stopped or is it just a “sucker hole”
in the middle of the storm tempting Murka and I out to roll
the question is going around and around
let’s just go trust that if the drops come we won’t be found
look to the sky hear no sound
our minds throw out the doubt
so we pedal on out
beating our confusion
called by the ratha-bhojana-vrksa
to take the picture
the sandhya is nigh
now the synchronicity is the dress for the night
blue yellow and mango with red
our attachment grows as they get ready for bed
blue aruna violet orange gold and red
tell us it’s ekadasi
peacock mukuts and effulgence
make this tithi a classic
even though the thakuras have worn it many times before
the rose and button mum leis reveal more
new light each day
it’s the time of year when pedalers need be on guard
for the night comes fast and hard
this afternoon they dressed warm
to keep themselves from the “winter’s” charm
down where the opals are
hear the call of ratha-bhojana-vrksa from far
there’s a cool cat in an old stovepipe hat
and Murka looks to me to ask what do you think of that
meeting kalarupa at the fence of the mrga bhavana
ahead another pedaler so the chase is on
coming in for the sandhya greeted by Kumara
now it’s not too far
baby blue is what they call this nightdress
as they call east Bengal the Radhadesa
a chilly night they’ll spend near the fire
at mangal arati raise our conscious a little higher
puspa mukuts puspa mukuts
come down on the poet’s head
blessing him with proper direction
thakuras dressed in blue and hot pink
with rose and star gazer leis
at Gaura Purnima when Mahaprabhu descended
with his beauty and his associates
a blue ribbon personality is sure to appear
pedaling down to the cyber thoroughfare
where Murka and I speak with the topmost of them
after good conversation Murka and I head on to cyber space
next it’s the sunny cove to the tennis park to see a service ace
melting away to the campa hatti blending with the pace line
over the first highway staying in form real fine
under the ratha-bhojana-vrksa kalarupa is waiting quietly for Murka
as the call goes out he’s prompt for the sandhya
prahlad-a-dad is this evening’s dress
ready for them to go out dancing
even t he demigods are super impressed
at the prema kirtan where we’ll all be blessed

2011-11-17T17:13:00.000-08:00

Five ten fifteen twenty thirty even more
seamstress put pieces in Srimati Gandharvika’s sari make our hearts soar
forty is the total now the work is complete
offered on Gaura Purnima
roses star gazers mums with a couple of sumanas flowers
combining in the leis
pedaling through the southland
through the lion’s park school kids playing in the sand
no skaters at the top of their hill
the village comes up fast
following the hook feel the air’s chill
ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls and Murka heads home at last
at the mrga bhavana kalarupa awaits
greeted by an organ grinder and making the sandhya plate
talking like a pirate riding on a horse
of a different color right to the source
in Marakatamani Puri where all things are peaches and cream
putting the thakuras in bed
“pleasant dreams”
come in the natha mandir
see the Thakuras mukuts crystal clear
tell me this will take us home
this one also from Gaura Purnima
full moon holding a rabbit inside
this dress a festival for our eyes
the cape hung nicely wide
this one from Gaura Purnima
could save even the most cripple
with divine mercy’s ripple
this one the color of a cream sicle
that came on Gaura Purnima
arati comes with conch shell’s blast
full rose leis are made so fast
“the mischievous smile” the name is cast
two riders hop on bicycles
each with road triples
going even when daylight has become fickle
remembering this one that came from Garua Purnima
once they get to the hook
even the sufferers have to look
at the dress from Gaura Purnima
ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls
meet kalarupa as the leaves fall
and for the night adbhuta simha dress
they’re ready for rest
enjoying like anything in a way that’s best

2011-11-15T17:18:00.000-08:00

this morning the thakuras are dressed
in the feathers of the peacock
and wool chodders last night
so the cold wouldn’t interrupt their pastimes
under the starry light
now that November’s here
they still find the days warm enough for
sikhipicca camara, fan from the peacock’s tail
leis of roses a couple of orchids and funny flowers a little frail
still their smile brings the best of good will
pedaling through the fair wind Murka and I
hear the autumn song
traveling the cyber thoroughfare
speaking with friends walking in the sky
singing of the glories of the peacock feather’s eyes
crossing the land of the opals
to where the pelicans point
the call comes to meet the kalarupa
under the famous ratha-bhojana-vrksa
beasts eyes are shinning as they pass on either side
coming too close where the street isn’t very wide
at the kusa grass sloka slinger gives a wave
the sandhya is approaching now that daylight has been saved
dark blue and yellow
with flower boarder mellow
necklaces to remind of the lion that laughing fellow
dancing all night by the fire’s light
Bhakta Blade is on the scene to keep the embers bright
asking the question
what are the Thakuras wearing today
colors of the sunrise
with parrot mukuts in their hair
gurudeva is our savior
as he engages us in his service
making mum rose and marigold leis
seeing allows our consciousness to raise
pedaling along through the trees
with new flowers of autumn and fire wood smoke murka and I
relish the smells
as we chase down the pace line
up ahead
joining in becoming part of the thread
by the sunny cove then between the lakes
at the natasala we break
on the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa
he goes back for the sandhya
dressing them in Prahlad-a-dad
with a fire keeping them warm
till morning comes once again
who would be a jnani, karmi
biksu or a cora
if he knew of sudha bhakti
or who would take the holy name from a “siddha pursa”
if he could take it from the sat guru
the Thakuras are wearing Gandharvika Nayana again
with full lovely full rose leis
pink with sequins, gold and just enough green
to remind that some say that’s the color of her eyes
pedaling through the village where the tourists are in view
over a bridge Murka and I pass the high school
going left the skaters are performing on their hill
laughing with their extreme tricks
they’re getting their daily kicks
but Murka and I are on a mission
to bring ingredients for parama anna
rounding the navapatra keeping the pitch on the right
ratha-bhojana-vrksa has called so Murka sets his sights
racing the setting sun
that seems to be falling faster as we play
chanting aloud under the first highway
meeting kalarupa at the renown mrga bhavana
he breaks into a sprint got to move along
crossing over the driveway gate
the bunnies and Vijaya await to help him on his way so he won’t be late
sandhya has come celebration is here
now the night dressing draws near
pale green and purple shades of evening
dancing under the stars dipping and weaving
all night long enjoying like anything
wear a turban hat like a great Maharaja
a turban hat and a kirta that extends to his knee
pick some roses turn them into petals for the leis
take a bright star and put it in a bangle
when they wear it remember Gaura Purnima
pedaling on this sunny afternoon
from Main Street to wharf road
peadlers stealing one
skaters laughing on their hill
everyone looking for a little thrill
quickly back to go to the other side of the mountain
where Gauranga Sundar appears in laughing lion dress
home again after an hour delay caused too much stress
it’s a lion on the chase the thakuras put on for their night’s rest`
purple stoles for the Easter season
near saint Patrick’s day
arati is late what’s the reason
Gaura Purnima was coming soon
this outfit made for that full moon
happy or even in misery
Mahaprabhu will set us free
rose leis with baby’s breath very pleasing
any other ideas of beauty fleeting
rain clouds over head
keep us pedalers under cover
hook won’t due drier paths instead
thousands of umbrellas hover
effort never ceasing
to take out the storm’s anatomy
that call comes like treason
to meet kalarupa under that famous tree
taking it home not to be late
sandhya here celebrate
wise man knows the lion will appear
like the phoenix
on the nightdress the thakuras wear
on this purnima night
on one November day
we talked of this outfit’s name
while one suggested they are pretty in pink
another said “that’s past your media time”
a few called it wedding cake
floating the idea is looks like frosting with a pink glow
made for vyasa puaja day
Guru Maharaja had quoted a stanza from another’s poem
of playing in the cow pasturing ground
frolicking with Krsna that’s where he wants to be found
with all these circling round
it became Pasture Media Time”
leis of daisies zinnias and a hint of mint
they follow the thakuras dancing in each place their bodies are bent
now as more raindrops fall
and pedalers are in the mist
a team goes by leaving the rest in the fog
quickly the pelicans point the way as ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls
meeting kalarupa at the mrga bhavana
over the field where the bunnies greet
the sandhya is performed nice and neat
hiranya kasipu nightdress is put on
soft and comfortable for evening wear
dancing in the evening air
follow the angels
to find the way out of here
turns into a mess on our own
green with yellow chodder for Mahaprabhu
yellow choli for Srimati Gandharvika
Giridhari in yellow with bit of green trim
leis made from roses with leaves are onederful
and they outline their forms
in the late morning early afternoon
pedaling out of the rain
remembering this outfits name
follow the angels
over the first highway
hoping for a sunny day
dusting the e-bikes who come to challenge
speed gets slower as the battery runs down
tracing the hook with great fun
down the direction of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa
meeting at the mrga bhavana
pulling into the asrama scattering the bunnies
while vijaya silently smiles hello
in the ninth is also from vyasa puja
Guru Maharaja appeared late at night
when the thakuras were all taking rest
after dressing in the red blue and gold
they go out dancing in spite of the cold
as I walked into the natha mandir
saw the thakuras in their fresh day dress radiating cheer
and a young devotee asked me if they have
any outfits of yellow and red
walked up to the sewing room with this suggestion
thought the seamstress might have one hundred ideas but no not one
she was so surprised to hear where this one came from
and a Latin lady said to me it’s so good that the big daisy pompom
is sitting at Giridhari’s shoulder
while Murka and I pedaled away
the sun was gone
now our lights were on
what a way to play
went down by a surya bhavana
heaps of tourists there waiting for a thrill
back out into the night to pedal on
meeting kalarupa under the famous tree
after hearing him call out to me
saw Bhakta Blade chanting his rounds
then we dressed the thakuras in their baby blue clothes
for their night pastimes rings on their fingers and bells on their toes

2011-11-07T17:18:00.000-08:00

kalarupa waits where ratha-bhojana-vrksa sings
to see what Murka brings
together they see mrgabhavana is dark
then they arrive in time for sandhya happy as a lark
a friend of the fallen is the greeter
talking like a pirate the hot pink looks sweeter
the emerald is just right of course
to sooth the rider of the different colored horse
entering Markatamani puri
to make camp till mangal arati
look come see what the thakuras are wearing today
that aruna har posse that for some time had ridden away
but it seems those are some of their favorites
aruna har posse rides again
leis of full roses knee ticklers today
with their faces on display
there’s a pace line on the street
who’s form is clean and neat
tag along behind stay out of their way
join in on their ride
don’t try to hide
from the pace line on the street
the dark days are beginning to set in
get out the lights again
there’s bon fires on the beach
a stack of driftwood for each
now the ratha-bhojana-makes the call
sending Murka into a haul
to meet kalarupa at the mrgabhavana
the sandhya has come
welcomed by Mahamuni the flowers await
and they’re offered straight
in the lotus nails
thakuras are ready for their evening dance
when the curtain opens all get the chance
to remember how Aruna har posse is ridding out there somewhere
one cannot but adore the day
blessed by the advent of Gaura Hari
celebrated this year with teal paper silk
and on Mahaprabhu’s chest a peacock swoon
from swirling in bhava under that full moon
leis made with care and attention
roses, leaves gladiolus and mums
keep this one quiet
but don’t go to slow
perfect circles in the flow
spinning even on this wet date
covered by a large umbrella
under cover
with the kirtan in your ears
trap your mind
wear a hat absorb the condensation
still must do the daily service
don’t lose your smile
under cover
sandhya is now unveiling
blessing all who attend
a miracle mom
the nightdress
from Srila Prabhupada’s appearance
made so quick
seamstress head span
now they take their rest
when the moon and stars provide the light
hues of purple herald coming of night
Take care, watch out beware don’t chat
with any ghosts who take the form of a cat
standing outside the room so bright
Guru Maharaja says “I was born at midnight”
in celebration this dress was revealed for sight
leis of rose leaves and lilies that gaze to the stars
though yesterday was wet and the sky was grey
this afternoon Murka and I were able to get away
still quite cold here by the bay
pedaling with freedom on this November day
going to the hook looking at the waves along the way
wearing their white caps no sufferers come to play
hammering along to where the pelicans point but we just can’t stay
pedaling to the natasala on this November day
still there’s a team out to catch a ray
been out for a sprint make the practice pay
ratha-bhojjana-vrska calls with this to say
“come back for the vaikalika service offer their tray”
so Murka begins to hammer to meet kalarupa on the way
pedaling back to the asrama on this November day
welcomed by Mahamuni after the bunnies scurried today
for rest it’s synchronicity
mango yellow and blue night before ekadasi
mahaprabhu asked his mother one thing
don’t eat grains on Ekadasi day
it will take you to the desnintation
the vaikuntha world to kirtan in
so we looked at the calendar and counted
put the cape on when he reached eleven
waved to the pujari asked him
will the arat start on time
but the capatis weren’t made of flour
and nothing green should be on the plate
thakuras dressed in every color in the rainbow
and multi colored and varieties of flowers in the leis
don’t tug on superman’s cape
got ourselves together
the team practicing shouted join in
oh what a feeling when we understood
it was us they were shouting to
soon the rain came down again
the pelicans were pointing
we came upon two geese or four
who honked as we went by
let Murka get back for the sandhya
for they’re sure to be waiting by now
you can see Mahamuni greeting me
asking did you pedal in the rain
answer was I pedaled between the drops
the yellow soft gold comfortable for rest
or whatever they may do when the light goes out
well the chiffon chodders
surround them
the color of the foam on ghee
with rust and avocado color flowers
embroidered on the creamy tan
and you offer rose baby’s breath and petal leis
that follow their curves
then Murka and I spin through the jungle
to the sufferer thakura and the natural bridge
the autumn chill in the air
pedaling around the spinner’s church
hearing the call
meeting the kalarupa at the ratha-bhojana-vrksa
returning in a bonk
greeted by Bhakta Blade
ready for the vaikalika seva
dressing them in the evening
red and white silk smooth and safe as milk
when taking the name the name is touched
by the tongue and that’s the touch that kills mundane connection

2011-11-02T17:24:00.000-07:00

tailor said "I'll make the outfit
but not from your pattern
it isn’t opulent enough
not enough challenge
let’s have flowers swirling around
in the empty spaces
of the skirt and chodders
it can be ready by Janmastami day
pedaling down by the old railroad bridge
where the blue herons stay
following along with the pace line
fast and fit racers lead
us asrama dwellers
crossing the first highway
through Saint Dagwood’s park
where the river flows and the folks are wild
behind a car that declares it’s art
with several cow horns and a statue of
an Egyptian goddess
now return home
to the call of ratha-bhojana-vrksa
past the jungle that’s full of sounds
kalarupa says come with me
to the sandhya celebration
over the chain where the bunnies hop
scatter quickly to get away
dress the thakuras
in their baby blue
a nightdress where Mahaprabhu and Sri Gandharvika
featuring blue
while Sri Giridhari features white
take rest now under the starry sky
wait till everyone comes to be seen
at mangala arati
gurudeva told us the thakura’s traditional colors
mango yellow and blue
in this outfit Srimati Gandharvika’s sari
is especially beautiful
took some green for Mahaprabhu’s chodder
along with Giridhari’s yellow with colored jewels
the devotees could hardly wait to see them
hey flower man puspa frank is there any way
you could give some roses and zinnias for the leis
please
late in the afternoon heard the call of the wild
and Murka and I got out to pedal for a while
over the first highway to the hospital corner
where we came upon a pedaler who is a foreigner
he asks why to go north he has to start south today
at least that’s what his map seems to say
it’s just the way the roads lead
something about the local breed
kalarupa waits where ratha-bhojana-vrksa sings
to see what Murka brings
together they see mrgabhavana is dark
then they arrive in time for sandhya happy as a lark
a friend of the fallen is the greeter
talking like a pirate the hot pink looks sweeter
the emerald is just right of course
to sooth the rider of the different colored horse
entering Markatamani puri
to make camp till mangal arati

2011-10-31T16:58:00.000-07:00

our guruvarga have brought the way out of here
says the thakura in the kirtan
mukuts, chodders and sari pleats
beading them is no small feat
all the devotees were excited
by this red and teal dress
there are many who think it is their best
now Murka and I are pedaling through the trees
where all the birds and beasts sing and dance
going down the main street fixed gear freaks were in view
as errand runners darted in and out casual pedalers too
with the campa hatti on the right
the hospital curve comes in sight
where Murka and I go around to the tennis park
between the lakes the geese are honking at folks out on a lark
then from off in the distance the ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls
sandhya is approaching and Murka has to haul
kalarupa follows to the gate
where OPT is sitting in wait
as the night falls the lion laughs
when Bhakta Blade joins the staff
placing the puspa effulgence over head
and inviting them to bed
creamy yellow and blue
for nrsimhacaturdasi
thakuras so beautiful in each new dress
seamstress and crew know just how they want it
comes together so smoothly all around
look closely parrots are hiding within
look closely maybe you can catch them again
everyone’s asking the name
yantra puri seems tame
a hammer as much as possible
from the town through the park
clock is ticking on a cloudy afternoon
got to get back for the sandhya
and the thakuras will love it if you do
ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls out about the shop
and Murka needs to turn it up a notch
bunnies greet him as he turns
at the famous kusa grass
pralahad –a-dad
orange with a panel skirt
resting for mangala alert
when it’s time to awake
the thakuras
beginning in the same way
see the panjika says it’s amavasya day
you know that means
honey bees will come to play
on Srimati Gandharvika’s veil
showing themselves in the mirror
will give all good cheer
madhuvrata the name of the dress
as the dressing is complete by putting on the rose leis
madyakalia arati spins the room
in the bhoga arati giti tune
spinning Murka and I go on our way
over the first highway
right on to the bay
we’re singing a song
blending in as the team goes along
at the natasala a line
goes down the street
getting back for vaikalika will be quite the feat
ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls Murka home
kalarupa follows him not to feel alone
vijaya is there to greet
the sandhya comes making day complete
adbhuta is tonght’s dress
orange and green they’re ready for rest
to be seen at mangal arati
devotees dance as the thakuras appear
in electric green and purple outfit and the arati started on time
curtain opened as the clock chimed
today’s leis of roses marigolds mums and babies breath
move sweeping away all the material grime
just see the zigzag pattern
repeat in all three
like the movement of a serpent
truth travels in a crooked line
as it comes from up to down
hammering Murka and I are heading for the other side of town
the lion’s park is almost empty save for a few worshipers of the sun
at the top of skater’s hill the boys are having fun
still Murka and I are going through the sunny cove evening sky is red
legend has it that there’s a good day ahead
from the natasala and the shop
ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls out to stop
heading the words Murka gets on a roll
meets kalarupa and chases him to the goal
as the day ends
and night begins
it’s an orange dhoti for Giridhari
sign of a brahmacari
next to him Srimati Gandharvika has an orange choli
while Mahaprabhu dhoti is white
ready either to take rest
or dance all night
the smooth dancing actor on the simhasana
looked upon all with his smiling face
he heard the prayers from their inner most spaces
in their heart of hearts
the seamstress made this outfit of yellow and purple
with Gandharivka’s ruffled skirt
and she added one hundred looking glasses
reflecting their dedication
mum and rose petal leis from puspa frank the flower man
and Murka and I take off for the afternoon rounds
frantic hammering pedal racers
crossing the first highway
looking over the beasts there
then we went through the treacherous triangle
and saw strawberries dipping in choc-o-lot
ratha-bhojana-vrksa
with words so warm still calling
so not to miss the sandhya
where the sugmeister general salutes
as Murka steps lively to make the ceremony
exchanging lines with the jokers
the wise man is contemplating
teachings of the phoenix
checking his watch waiting with
the devotees in the temple
wonder when the lion will appear
together they hear the priest
laughing aloud from behind the curtain
white and gold colors chose
by SGM himself for their Vyasa Puja clothes
crystal mukuts Giridhari has a turban too
button mums with rose leis some even turn their face to look at you
voices praise come from this point first
so call this one across the universe
pedaling round the south breeze in my locks
passing Mahamuni’s post box
in lion’s park they’ve had their fill
skaters thrill atop their hill
still Murka and I sprint to the hook
spinning to where the pelicans point and have a look
ratha-bhojana-vrksa makes the call
so Murka meets kalarupa and up the gentle incline they haul
bunnies stop to say hello
even two of a kind slow
sandhya celebration comes
with no one there to beat the drum
silk and cotton golden yellow
a nightdress so soft and mellow
so they can dance and may not even touch the pillow
if the full moon came to shine
a week early never mind
when the devas came to see
it set them free
all the maths round the world
dressed the thakuras in the same color scheme
now instead of one chodder there are two
with short rose leis too
white helmeted pedalers hammering down the street
hoping soon the beasts will run out of fuel
but they’re going between the lakes
where the geese honk as the sufferers bake
pedal on pedal on
as Murka and I make the corner the ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls
come back for the sandhya Murka we’ll have a ball
the famous R.V. is the welcoming committee
and in the ninth the mercy grows
in the land where the Ganges flows
the flag flies high
inviting folks from all over the world to come by
greet the thakuras when they rise
from bed opening their lotus eyes

2011-03-15T17:50:00.001-07:00

Walking through fields of bhajana higher and higher
Looking for sadhus to offer some service
Then from a chariot we heard “Govinda I shall not fight”
So close but so far from vraja’s moonlight
Leis of petals marigolds and mums so right
Fixed gear freaks who hang out near the meadow
Murkha and I quietly watch from the shadows
Round the corner past the cruiser king
I take leave and Murkha sprints after hearing the bell ring
Kalarupa chases him all the way to the pompous grass
The tirthas are also in the world of names
In connection with devotees each one has fame
This one is baby blue
Nrsimha caturdasi with parrots hidin’
Yantra puri has a team called the lions
Come together celebrate
Leis of fragrant roses create
Best of scenes bent at their necks waist and knees
Candy for the eyes if you please
On to Cyrus’ thoroughfare
To talk with all the folks there
Suffers along the beach
Murkha and I pass between the lakes to be honked at by geese
I return to work later on
Murkha salutes the king of the cruisers waiting for dawn
When pedalers all around once again get in the mood
To sneak through treacherous triangle’s attitude
On the famous horse of a different color
Babaji maharaja is talking like a pirate
While entering Markatamani puri
Green and hottest pink
Could make you think
Make Krsna a cape full of bright blue stars
Leave a dozen or so for his dhoti’s front pleat
Holding his flute he’ll play on the fifth note
Wearing this out fit on the Ekadasi day
Be ready for ekadasi
It comes on the eleventh day after the full moon
All kinds of roses combine in the leis
Punctuated by bunches of babies’ breath
Murkha and I want to pedal forever and ever
Time spent in the saddle blow the cobwebs away
Saluting the roadies training for next race
Loathe Black of the night in wintertime
the ratha bhojana vrksa calls out now to murkha
follow kalarupa to the sandhya party
lotus nails nightdress orange and green
soft enough to dance all evening
refreshed for the offering of mangal arati
dressed after they’ve been awakened
and seen the devotees at mangal arati
teal paper silk with fuchsia boarder
from a Gaura Purnima party
peacock swooning on Mahaprabhu’s chest
as the oldest of all in a new dress
on top of the folds are the rose, leaf and mum leis
By mid day they dance in the sun’s ray
usual manasic pedaling again
mrdunga and karatalas accompany the grin
White red and olive stripes
helping our attachment become mature and ripe
at the first mention of this outfit design
focus was on the tiara to be a belt
there would be flowers and beads and sequins
mahaprabhu would have smoky blue
giridhari purple coat and dhoti too
first thing to jump out were the leis of roses gerbera
and petals sprinkled in
the name of this one made the seamstress complain
but any where you can find out it’s name
cause it won’t give anyone pain
Miss America is the name that drives the seamstress to raise Cain
drizzle is out and wind is cold
still kirtan fills the air
It’s a miracle mom, purple and gold
dancing all night in the morning this dress breaks maya’s hold
on Saturday Mahaprabhu’s blue turned him to a royal fellow
While Giridhari went traditional with yellow
Gandharvika in plum that’s strong
With an extra ruffle at the end so to make it long
Leis of roses folded just right
Whole ones svelte and tight
Dark and chilly as far as the eye can see
Cause more manasic pedaling for murkha and me
Mrdungas and karatalas chime in time
Situation soothing and sublime
At night it’s hiranya kasipu in the supple mold
Yellow silk trimmed in lacy gold
Enjoying like anything
Right through mangal arati bell’s ring
When the moon is new
The night sky is dark
Thakuras dress in yellow and black
Chiffon chodder floats aloft
On the gentle breeze
Blending with the boarder of bumblebees
What’s this outfit’s name
It’s sweet nectar
Condensed consecrated gutta
Madhuvrata
Tube rose and orchid tropical leis
Bringing out the topmost praise
Pedaling between the drops of rain
“where are you going?”
“to blow the cobwebs from the brain”
all kinds of fixed gear freaks are cruising by
tolling of a sandhya bell
draws Murkha back for the celebration
providing sweet inspiration
deep blue like the moonless night
illuminated by the yellow boarder’s light
sunburst mukuts with sumanas crest
perfect fit for their new moon rest
A sight to be placed in a treasure chest
The supreme hypnotist has let me realize
How beautiful he looks in peacock feather eyes
even though I’ve been hiding in a tree
Gurudeva is trying to fan my spark into a fire
Spider mums and roses in the leis
Made in a suspended animation way
Wandering along the long and winding road
Murkha and I are hoping to come to the thoroughfare’s abode
At the same while Mahamuni is roaming there too
the three amigos talk with friends in the cue
meanwhile the rbv calls out
“don’t miss the ceremony of the bells a great thing no doubt”
call this nightdress baby blue
for in this world of names that what fits this one it’s true
it’s been some time now since the schedule has featured
“Hoorah for the red white and blue Urvasi” said the teacher
shinning in both heart and soul too
remembering this offered on Guru Mahraja’s vyasa puja day
today with elegant rose leis
the evening dark when Murkha and I get away
round the manasic-pedaling route
racing to make it to the cyber highway
Friends are talking and looking about
from down the road RBV calls
I take my leave while Murkha hauls
Kalarupa brings him back to the sandhya ki jaya
Prahlad-a-dad and bhakta blade is stoking the fire high
No need for extra chodders the gentle light
Warms them through the night
Have you ever heard that Srimati Gandharvika’s eyes are green?
Under that pink and sparkly veil on her head
Patiently waiting for any order of service
Dressed in this shinny pink and beige and crystal dress
With just a touch of green
Lingering listening for the sound of Giridhari’s flute
To adjust which way she will go
Leis of roses leaves and daisy poms
In her perfectly adjusted life nothing can go wrong
Through the drops of rain
Murkha and I are part of the train
Each “car” recalls Gandharvika nayana
With the seed bead mukuts they have on
Mrdungas and karatals come to the end
It’s time for Murkha and I to turn back again
I take leave to the shop to finish a tune
Murkha hammers under the waxing moon
Sandhya greets him silhouetted by arati
Have you seen Krsna o deer dough?
Yes by now you know
Green and silver is the nightdress
They wear tonight and play as if at recess
Make this dress green and purple
Sew some bells on Gandharvika’s skirt
And when comes time for service
You know she’ll be there with bells on
Make leis with autumn color daisies
Follow the contours of their forms
And as they dance and sway together
Petals might even fall to the ground
Murkha and I are wishing the rain wasn’t made of water
and there will soon be a return of the sun
pedalers out with their lights blazing till their trips are done
getting out on the wet streets to see udilo jotish
lots of bumbershoots turned inside out
rounding the corner to see the cruiser king
I take leave for a truing
and Murkha returns to make the bells ring
the rath bhojana vrksa is calling out
kalarupa is behind in the count
at the sandhya vijaya is waving
come on in to the place I’ve been saving
and Murkha blows the horn
looks like the job for which he was born
a lion on the chase
running down the demons with haste
purple and green for rest
after handling the asura’s chest
use some boning to push the skirt out
keep it round and full in a perfect ring
show the panels with silver birds and moons
like a guitarist’s pair of loons
concentric hoops
leis of roses and more daisies
fragrance mixing with the incense smoke is hazy
give devotees another image trap their minds
purple and silver
dress from janmastami day
brilliant as the suns dazzling rays
mishearing a phone call
“bring milk sweets like banana kheer
and dried fruit to last all year”
doesn’t stand to reason that’s for sure
a new flute
that’s what he should have heard
bring it on home dude, now word
murkha and I are out on the drizzle path
checking out Indra deva’s wrath
a few brave cruisers are out to suffer
even though the sea is rougher
between the drops murkha and I are dry
beneath the grey and confused sky
cry rain or sunny smile
still there’s time to explore awhile
sandhya comes and Murkha takes leave
I need to take an ace from up my sleeve
To make it back to the shop
When is this rain going to stop?
Jungle far off and deep
Is what they’ll wear tonight to sleep?
White with red and olive ribbons
Come see them and take the blessing they’re given
Now it’s time to dress them
The curtain is closing
Flowers of rusty color and of avacado
Wispy chodders and effulgence
Looks like foam on butter being purified into ghee
And everyone outside is waiting to see
The thakuras in “havirbhu” knowing the sight will set them free
First you get some daisies
Add in a few roses
Arrange them in an artistic pattern
String them together one after the other in turn
On the thakura’s bodies they’ll become a brilliant blaze
Of colorfully hanging leis
And everyone outside will be so happy to see
Thakuras dressed in the shade of foam on ghee
Spinning and winding around the southland
Joining the friends for as long as one can
Next to see the trader and the bear
Racing the light murkha and I dare
The chemist offers some cream
Taking off in the last gleam
Beware of the RBV calling
Under the light as beasts dwarf him to nearly diminished
While the kalarupa gives chase
a laser beam is on the case
hiranya kasipu is soft and gold
yet forceful and bold
For the rest of the night they dance and sing
Enjoying like anything
smaranam in the month of kartik
Seamstress’ team sewing beads for weeks upon weeks
Remedy for the illusion of Kali
Celebrating he who came with the cooling moon’s rays
Softening the iron-age
Red and teal brought all and sundry
To their knees
Enechi ausaudi maya
Leis featuring irises arranged so expertly well
Back in the daylight
Murkha and I take flight
Roadies are training
While the cruisers have stopped complaining
Between the lakes the geese have all gone missing
Old sufferers are reminiscing
I take leave at the tennis park
Murkha ignites the spark
Taking off to answer the RBV’s call
Kalarupa gasps as he hauls
All the way to the vaikalika party
Arriving hale and hearty
Dancing late into the night
In the ninth is the theme all right
They take their rest till mangal arati’s first light
Outfit Stitching embroidery basting
Tailor must be supremely full of himself
Fashion consultant to so many moneyed Deities
Blessing each and every one with his sewing ability
His lavish creations backdrops with effulgence in the air
Ahh but don’t expect your design if it’s not the one he wants
The star gazing sumamas flowers look forlorn
But they perk up once the leis are worn
From the asrama to the navapatra
a combination of spin and sprint
to the beach
The sufferers like to see the cruisers enroute
this dark time the geese are gone
like the driftwood smoke all the folks miss each
indefatigable player at the tennis park
are separated now by those on a lark
the natasala has a line
I depart just in time
To let murkha complete the spin
To where the rBV’s call begins
Kalarupa takes the lead
Still can’t Murkha’s stead
Bhakta Blade has come with spirit heightening
To help the thakuras into “revealed by the lightening”
Deep blue with yellow boarder and yellow and pink flowers
Beaded lotus for SRimati Gandharivka in the resting hours
Nila aruna and syama LIVE In the arena of pure consciousness
Wipe away the illusion that’s making such a fuss
Then you happily notice
The smart rose leis painstakingly made
Poinsettias appear as seasonal sign
All by the supreme design
Giridhari’s turban can raise your consciousness forever
Seeing the peacock feathers around the front
The iridescent colors of their eyes sparkle in ours
Pink and purple clothes adorned by roses, leaves and babies breath
Inviting all to join in their association
With their nectarean smiles
The mrga bhavana on the left down on the way to the main street
Assures that Murkha and I follow behind the proficient fleet
Past Mahamuni’s post box
Through the lion’s park hearing the school boys talks
At the top of the campa hatti hill skaters take risks
Performing their extremist tricks
In the village tourists are out for the season
Back when weather is more pleasing
Under the first highway I take off
Murkha hears both RBU’S call and kalarupa scoff
Lotus nails dress tonight
Weapon of choice in the famous fight
On the second ekadasi the thakuras wear colors of the rainbow
Forming cavernous reflections in the recesses of our souls
Petite narcissus flowers as the leis spread fresh scent about
Maker wants a charm to keep them for the core of the winter
murkha and I cross over the first highway to the valley
where the aluminum bat clanks
at the tennis park one holds serve as murkha and I crank
From the harbor to the natasala and the shop
where I get off
Murkha spins through the treacherous triangle
Seeing where a pair of J.C. water walkers dangles
The RBV calls while the kalarupa waits
Murkha pedals at a double-quick rate
Back at the asrama
The celebration’s name is sandhya and begins
With the blowing of a saffron sank
dealing out sukriti takes a determined pace
as a lion on the chase
green and purple for the evening he appeared
a form not seen before is also very feared
Oh yeah he’s a smooth dancing actor
enjoying is his only business
no doubt he’s in control
seed bead kundala over his left ear, dress covered with mirrors
roses, leaves white stars for leis
gentle smiles offer shelter from the mundane rain
now it’s “I’m a sumanas child”
or maybe you call it “New York a-go-go &everything tastes nice”
featuring trim rose leis striking and precise
as always arati starts on time
specially when smoky silver forest green with black chime
leis looking as if from the wood
Monday appears Srimati Gandharvika stunning in the hood
Her service desire close but yet so far
offering her assistance takes you above the stars
Pedaling between the drops just won’t stop
staying dry from the beach to the asrama at hilltop
through the forest of Jarikhanda Mahaprabhu danced
chanting loud his tears flowed his clothes got drenched
shimmering brilliant as the sun he went on inch by inch
then appeared the effulgence pink and gold
look up to see it as if a train coming mercifully bold
red, yellow and peacock blue halo mukuts a surprise for certain
seen from this side of the embroidered curtain
in both worlds east and west
synchronicity is the best guess
in his yellow and purple by a lake
Giridhari plays his flute a form it takes
Mahaprabhu from deep within Srimati Gandharvika’s heart
Thus the loving search will start
As if holding a white rabbit the moon comes full
In Ganga-Yamuna the thakurs celebrate birth of Mahaprabhu
Giridhari tells tales that make his friends close their eyes
Then to their surprise
As they put their heads down
He takes his pen out and draws dolphins sporting ‘round
As if in a merry dance
They show the limit of cleverness
Out of the mouths of babes the mango and red combination
Suggestion comes inspiring the seamstress to this dress’ creation
Lions reside in Yantra Puri sometimes without detection
But in time they burst out to give their devotees protection
This week after that blue with teja like the sun brings a grin
Wednesday sees the aruna har posse ride again
Pink and green with roses printed
Rose leis delicately scented
On the purnima playing with the cowboys is prime
You might say it’s pasture media time
Guru Maharaja tells his story “I was born at midnight”
He spreads the rays of the benediction moon’s light
Bengali Mahal jadhu with it’s water color lotus flowers and dragonflies
Will whisk us away to Mahaprabhu’s kirtan letting our spirits rise up to the spiritual skies
Follow the angels that’s the way
Offered on Giridhari’s topmost angels’ appearance day
Green and yellow with red jewels
Follow the angels that’s the rule
The red coats are coming
Mahaprabhu chanting with his eyes tearing
Nayanam galid asru dharaya
Srimati Gandharvika’s blue velvet ki jaya!
Blue ribbon personalities appear
When all auspicious signs are clear
Lions in the both birth moment and zodiac
Are the best of all that
Honeybee yellow and black
That’s what the Thakuras wear when the dark moon comes back
Bees on Srimati Gandharvika’s veil
Make all other beauty pale
Folks seek the truth from a deerskin seat
To the logic center, Navadvipa
It moves in a zigzag line like a serpent
This outfit has electric green and purple with silvery accent
The foreign student asked his teacher to say
If it’s really true that Gaura Purnima is like Saint Patrick’s day
The answer kept the arati fashionably late
On Gurudeva’s birthday students traverse
To offer tributes coming from all across the universe
He chose the colors for this dress
All present couldn’t wait for the chance for their eyes to caress
Sue Nila Vasana appeared in her beautiful blue
Giridhari traditional yellow, mango for Mahaprabhu
Giridhari’s chodder and coat floating on the breeze
Rose gerbera and leaf leis flip just a bit as they reach their knees
With the star in the bangle
The pink and silver took hearts into a tangle
From Gaura Purnima this one is superstar
Mahaprabhu extends his hand to take the low up so far
Swept up in his loving search
Many servants come and join his “church”
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2011-03-14T17:19:00.000-07:00

2011-03-08T17:42:00.000-08:00

2010-11-29T17:22:00.000-08:00

design an outfit all your own
leaving the others alone
red cream with a hint of teal
tailor's idea is going to have to change
more taka and cloth would sweeten the deal
or will seamstress have to change
that is one reason it's been taking so long
vasatra hari ki jaya
in the end it came together in time
with leis of mums and roses it shines
chasing through the dark streets
Pedaling with lights sure isn't a treat
cruisers don't use them
preferring to be like a spirit in the night
murkha and I reckon one day they may be cut down in mid flight
skaters have turned in as inky shadows grow
round by the navapatra the streetlights glow
The big street is dug up so murkha and I go another block
Another hurdle in this game of beat the clock
RBV gives it's call
Murkha begins his sprint from the mall
I take leave to the shop
He meets the kalarupa where rabbits hop
Back for sayana stanam
Speaking of which the lion laughs as lightening strikes
Showing this dress as he likes
Have you seen Gandharvika's beautiful blue sari?
With different mukuts feeling so free
Swirl and dance on the simhasana
Chodders and pleats lifting on the breeze
Pouring nectar into the servants empty cups
Ambrosia from the lives of surrendered souls
Giridhari plays on his flute signaling us
How our service must adjust
Even each blade of grass senses pleasure in their touch
Marigold, rose and petal leis
Following the contours of each and every sway
It's a cold one
Murkha and I layer the fun
Pedaling to the hand symbol beat
No roadie can compete
Zephyr floats murkha and I along the beach
Old school jerseys keep the chill beyond reach
Geese have gone for the season
I take leave for the usual reason
Murkha heeds the RBV's call
Kalarupa brings him back to the center of it all
Prahlad-a-dad the orange panel skirt
Giridhari has a vest over his shirt
Mahaprabhu's sash drifts as they dance
Tomorrow at mangal arati brings all the chance
For this astonishing sight
Now they take their rest for the night
Remember Mahaprabhu's turban
Brilliant as the sun
Now there's a star in your bracelet
Shine through the darkness of kali
Dressed in this pink and silver
Inviting all lost servants to a far away land
Come with your circle of friends
Your pastimes your beauty
Shining through this darkness of kali
Your rose leis and petals mixed in with the stock
You dancer, preacher taster of verses
You superstar
And shine through the darkness of kali
Pedaling through the chill and dark
Out to the lion's park
Skaters turn pirouettes top of the hill
Murkha and I along the beach taste the chill
Taking leave at the natasala even the cruisers
Would rather be snoozers
Through the treacherous triangle
The beasts want to wrangle
But Murkha has heard the call
Gets the strength to skip through it all
At the sandhya ceremony begins
Oh deer dough it's certified cold
Time for extra chodders thick and bold
Retiring from the long day
Needing the chodders to continue to play
Mahaprabhu has come
To search his lost servants and take them home
Take shelter of Gurudeva
Diet olive
Then we will be like those nitya siddhas
Guru Maharaja's appearance ninth day from purnim
Cream and olive green
Leis of purple and yellow mums with a couple of roses between
Manasic pedaling through the twilight and cold
Some of the cruisers and errand runners are bolder
The kohls beat and hand cymbals chime
While Murkha and I pedal in time
This evening it's ratri kalina calling
To get there punctually Murkha is hauling
If ever you need a hand just call out
“Krsna is a brahmacari” don't doubt
even rivers will part
to allow you to cross and service can start
warmer tonight
no extra chodders in sight
they smile as pujari turns out the light
on the bank of the kunda Giridhari plays his flute
knowing all the while kali yuga is about to start
he manifests the form of Mahaprabhu from
the temple of Srimati Gandharvika's heart
wondering if those people can catch his mercy as they should
leis of petals marigolds and roses gave all the chance
to become absorbed in trance
with the cold and darkness still there
manasic pedaling continues for the asrama pair
karatalas and mrdungas lay down the track
for the trip there and back
through the area where breeze carries fragrance
of exotic arati incense
across the field
at the treacherous triangle beasts have to yield
while the RBV calls murkha home
kalarupa gives chase while Murkha ends his roam
deep within the far off jungle under the moon
they dance the night away to Giridhari's flute's tune
taking their rest 'till the morning hours
on the bed scented by aromatic flowers
come home frolicking and rolling
in the pasture with the cows lowing
take shelter of Mahaprabhu your days are numbered
you can start the clock
pink white and silver with crystal drop effulgence
with rose leis frosted up like a wedding cake
how much more can murkha and I take
how long will the sun wait
before all these gloomy give up and break
classical cruisers ethereal fixed gear freaks
go pedaling by
keeping imaginations amazingly high
cumulous clouds are puffully smiling
as kalarupa chases Murkha past the RBV's calling
hiranya kasipu is the nightdress of gold and soft yellow
at ease to relish their evening mellow
two parrots on the way to vrndavan
landed on the hand of Mahaprabhu
spoke of radha and krsna
in such a witty way
marigolds mums and roses intensified leis
magenta green peacock blue
embroidered parrots too
murkha and I enter the highway
in an unexpected way today
from behind a voice says come on in
take shelter from the cold
As the daylight faded I took my leave
Murkha had sprint to keep the light up his sleeve
Kalarupa chases him to the sandhya and beyond
Vijaya greets him latter on
Chinese silk with soft flowers
Red and white shows beauty is above power
They take rest after their dance

2010-11-22T17:08:00.000-08:00

Thakuras in silvery black and forest green
Folks present themselves to be seen
Coming to take shelter and feel serene
Coming to the mandir consciousness is clean
Studying the outfit’s leis of mums and roses almost have sheen
Murkha and I go to see udila naksatranam just past the dog
Over the bridge students out for a jog
Now night has set in time for light
At the shop I take leave while murkha takes flight
Crossing the first highway and marcedo de las pulgas
To the navapatra for gandhas
Straight along the big street
First highway goes under one more bridge
RBV calls out beyond rodeo rige
Kalarupa gives chase
Making the sandhya with haste
In the evening “lion on the chase” is the nightdress
Green and purple colors caress
Soon they know thakuras will rest
I was born at stroke of midnight
My brother kept the cats away
Mahaprabhu on the altar
Take his foot dust on my head
Kirtan going outside the window
Gekkonidae on patrol in the dark
Three shades of purple blended well
Roses with gerbera centers give the leis their special spark
Now the end of another day
Deep within the far off jungle nightdress
Now they dance the evening away
Thakuras dressed in silver and gold
Eclipsed full moon has a rabbit to hold
graceful leis of roses told
of beauty in the extreme
pedaling round the manasic block
joining with roadies against the clock
looking back on the cruiser crop
smaranam beauty in the extreme
in good time they’re dressed for rest
hiranya kasipu , it’s Saturday night, as can be guessed
another example of beauty in the extreme
vyasa puja in the presence of Gurudeva
request to make an outfit of white and yellow came
leis of roses, marigolds and mums frame
beauty in the extreme
sprinting out between the drops
challenging fixed gear freaks at hilltops
then I take my leave at the shop
murkha returns to wake beauty in the extreme
“in the ninth” will be red blue and green
come to mangala arati to be seen
by beauty in the extreme

2010-11-18T15:33:00.000-08:00

It must be some kind of holy day
Said the pedaler to the priest
Chanting extra kirtana
To help the good things increase
Thakuras wearing all the colors of the rainbow
you’ve got to be here to know
roses, leaves and fun things
leis made from what the farmers bring
over the first thoroughfare
Murkha and I enjoy the crisp autumn air
Dvitiya campa hatti, clank of the aluminum bat
The whalers and hospital curve fixed gear freaks looking phat
Long about the tennis park to the harbor boats are out
Natasala is dark a beast misses the light another gives a shout
I take off at the shop
Murkha sprints along as the street dips and hops
rBV is calling again
kalarupa is chasing him
moonlight shows through branches of the trees
back in time wonders never cease
one side it looks green
from the other there’s an orange sheen
slaying the demon with his lotus nails
center point of adbuta simha’s tale

2010-11-17T17:26:00.000-08:00

Cycling through Paramatala at the speed of the mind
When seen by the puckawala who says “I dress way better than you”
Murkha says “ some people got form and some got substance”
P.W. says “ I don’t know what kind of substance you’ve got”
Then we dropped him so bad he could no longer be seen
Murkha Lets the breeze blow the cobwebs out of his brain
Whole rose Leis with a few petals and leaves
With this wonderful vision any one will go home who believes
Puckawallas never drink coffee
So you give them what you can
Haribol jal is the choice
To bridge the gap without going over the edge
Velvet coats for Mahaprabhu and Giridhari
Srimati Gandharvika wears her traditional blue sari
What a mystic mood hedge
Funny flowers of all kinds odds and ends
Leis for the season that has been
Guru krpa allows
meditation on nayanam asru dharaya
spinning to the main street passing the post box
along the beach where the sufferers trash talk
I take leave at tennis park while Murkha sprints over
First highway’s leaf like clover
RBV calls out and murkha follows
While kalarupa chases Murkha remembers Gandharvika’s palo
Sandhya is ready and waiting looking so fine
Knowing that Murkha will arrive in time
Devotees came to the asrama
Back in the foothills
To join in the kirtan
It was Gaura Purnima time
Simha rasi at the birth moment
Simha lagna in the jotish cakra
Flower mukuts with blue and pink clothes
Desire for service grows
Yellow and saffron roses Painstakingly arranged
Make the thakura’s leis
Along with the lot coming from this vision consciousness will raise
Simha rasi at the birth moment
Simha lagna in the jotish cakra
A great personality will appear
Racing the sun murkha and I are sprinting past lion’s park
Mothers and their children out for a lark
By the campa hatti the skaters in their winter gear
Looping the loop flouting the ground in the best of cheer
Along the beach between the lakes
By the harbor and tennis park leaving cruisers in the wake
I take my leave at the shop
But Murkha can’t stop
He’s heard the RBV’s call
And knows it’s time to haul
Kalarupa chases him back
While some Owls shriek
And hand brakes squeak

It sandhya once again
Candan grinding rats
Now are also wearing night watchman’s hats
Know where where Murkha has been
Celebrate the service mode
The Thakura’s have brought him home
Babaji is on a different colored horse
Talking like a pirate
And entering Marakatamani puri
That’s the nightdress’ name of course
Emerald green and hot pink
They’re ready for rest I think

2010-11-16T17:22:00.000-08:00

On days to preach
Taste sweeter than the mango
Singing the glories of sankirtan
Nila, syama and aruna LIVE in the arena of pure consciousness
People asking “why am I suffering I want to know”
Devotees tell them how they can smile to set things right
Chanting the name both day and night
Purva samkaras soon take flight
They’ll take us back to where we belong
Where we will be who we really are
Take time for practicing life
seeing Nila syama & aruna LIVE in the arena of pure consciousness
It may not be long
Pink rose leis
Cleaned up and trimmed so fine
Venturing into the dark time
Round the southland where friends meet
Got to be fast ‘cause light will deplete
Ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls out come on home
The kalarupa keeps his eyes on the flag on the dome
And the sandhya is thrilled
While the kirtan gets shrill
Riding on a horse of a different color
Babaji enters Marakata mani puri
Talking like a pirate
The dress put on when the day has become quiet
Like a halo combine with
A bridal train
Srimate Gandharvika shows brightly
Example of divine service
Her representatives are appearing
Searching lost servants one by one
Teaching the principals of freedom
How to find the topmost fun
They see the gerbera daisies
With orchids and marigolds one bye one
Strung into the leis
To the astonishment of all
In search of the friends who talk in cyrus’ space
Weaving through team beam training for a race
Leaving some in the dust
Helped by the wind’s rear gust
Rbv calls out the dark night is here
Kalarupa comes to chase with necessary gear
O deer dough tell me who you’ve seen
Silver and a pale green
Dancing and dancing all night long
Playing and laughing to the flute song
Devotees chanting in the mandir
Presenting themselves for service
For gurudeva’s pleasure
Pearls in their noses
Matching those on their electric green clothes
On Gaura purnima
Truth comes moving like a serpent
Wandering in a zigzag way
Sunny afternoon
Devotees in A kirtan party
Ankle bells and karatalas chime in time
Thakuras leis of stephanotis and roses
Fitting to a tee
Under the first highway on the way to the beach
Murkha and I see a team of cruisers and drop each
Between the lakes where the geese honk
Passing the bar to avoid the bonk
The natasala has a line round the corner in a weave
People wave as I take my leave
Murkha bows to the king
Before making the treacherous triangle’s bell ring
The RBV calls him back
Putting he and the kalarupa on the attack
Dressing the thakuras for rest tonight
In orange and purple what a sight
“Krsna is a brahamacari you’ve got to believe me”
we saw him in orange with out own eyes
so the yamuna parted letting the devotees cross
thakuras dressed in an outfit of mirrors
shinning prema into the hearts of all who came
now they’re searching for that love They gave free
leis of roses Stephanotis leaves and stems
moving with each dance’s whims
along the main street to the big street over past the lumber yard
trader is waiting there on guard
from there to the cruiser’s hang out
the sufferers on the waves shout
to between the lakes where driftwood fires
are starting to climb higher
I take my leave at the tennis park
Murkha goes on while a dog barks
At the dvitiya camapa hatti he goes over again
Hearing the RBV calling to him
The kalarupa is earlier now
Vijaya is greets him to renew the sandhya vow
Chilly evenings under the stars
Dancing to the kirtan’s last bars
Effulgence like sunburst blue boarders
Mukuts with flowers from an ancient verse
Makes up “I’m a sumanas child”
Dainty pink rose leis
Sparkle in their divine play
Research park and treacherous triangles
Are on the way today while the beasts are in a tangle
Crossing over Saint Dagwood’s river
I place a special arrow in the quiver
Round the corner to the cruiser king
I go left and murkha goes right as the bell rings
He hears the call of the rbv
It time for sandhya just see
The kalarupa follows along
When he gets there they start the song
Red and creamy silk with tiny flowers
Showing how much beauty reigns above power
It’s the touch that kills
And the devotees thrill

2010-11-09T17:16:00.000-08:00

When you realize Mackanlal has you hypnotized
Sue 'nila vansan has captured eyes
Dropping acorns from a tree trying to wake me
Mango, yellow and beautifully blue quick come see
Knowing the full rose and pompom leis
As fine jewelry catching and reflecting sun's rays
Orange panel skirt vest and sash for the rescue day of the lad
Yeah it's pralad a dad
On this pink and silver day we realize
It's mahaprabhu who is the superstar purifying our eyes
Walking up to the altar we see the rose and baby's breath leis
coming in contact with the thakura's bodies colors are set a blaze
the topmost devotees are searching for his love
asking even the does if they've received grace from the lord above
o deer dough
where is Giridhari, can you tell us? Do you know?
Guru Maharaja spoke high truth concise
Die to live was his advice
In a word game t and o took sides
Giving this dress the name diet olive
Then in the evening with a slower pace
Came green and purple lion on the chase
Nrsimha caturdasi nightdress
Remembering this brings life's success
Gaura purnima caused an increase in pulse rate
Cause one asked the arati be late
Coach said this is our Saint Patrick's day
Easter's purple with yellow with rose, sunflower and tube rose leis
Saint Patrick easter comes fashionably late
White red and olive come together for the thakuras to sleep
After dancing in the jungle far off and deep
A grape skirt but it's a bit short
An extra ruffle covers the base where the lotus flower sports
Beginning of the orchids and stephanotis leis
From the dvipas for a weekend stay
Coming up from the treacherous triangle past the mall
Murkha and I are hammering hard
Then he hears the rbv's call
and I take leave it's the changing of the guard
taking rest with the hiranya kasipu nightdress
yellow and gold with pink lotus belt for a leprechaun to bless
thakura's outfit came in a bag marked “pills”
with stars, hearts and thrills
red, teal and flowers frills
couldn't wait to see
vyasa puja was the first time it was seen
later hari nama on halloween
karatalas chimed and devotees gleamed
pictures for all to see
mukuts and ruffles beaded to the extreme
more leis of stephanotis, campak, tube rose and rose
giving joy to every nose
coming from Hawaii
hammering on dui cakra ratha
I laugh as Murkha slips into sloth
Fixed gear freaks are pedaling
By the sea
The festival now has passed
Thakuras take rest at last
In “the touch that kills” they get dressed fast
Ready and waiting for mangal arati`
In the mid day kirtan
Watching the young kids dance
One comes to ask about
The thakura's wardrobe expanse
Then he asks me if they have one yellow and red
Seamstress brought it together so fast
A week and a half
the stephanotis and orchid leis still last
over the first highway past the dvitya campa hatti
in the valley all the high school students act so haughty
while the whalers attend the finest detail
next to the shop people on the test trail
round the corner is the cruiser king
sneaking through the treacherous triangle bells ring
lot is full at the house that taught choc-o-lot
to talk-a-lot
at the Mercado de las pulgas
the merchants celebrate mass
circling the research park
RBV calls out it's getting dark
Kalarupa joins in the chase
All the way to asrama base
It's a world a names
With the tirthas included
They call east Bengal radhadesa
This one is blue
When the brocade curtain opened
For everyone to see Giridhari in his cloak
Stars of the supreme magician we're all under his hoax
sight of peacocks on Gandharvika's skirt everyone has hope
marigold, rose & stephanotis leis may their glory always be spoken
pedaling through the manasic recesses
where every hoot, hill and holler are crowned as successes
orange panel skirt of Prahlad-a-dad
first of it's kind they've had
the pink and green combination once seemed favorite
for some time took a back seat for more elaborate
plain to see with this gem
the aruna har posse rides again
accented by gerbera daisies smiling
in leis and Gandharvika's bouquet
lotus nails looks green
or is that an orange sheen?
Either way you look at it they dance through the night
Allowing everyone's spirits to take flight
Pujari closed the curtain didn't take a detective to guess
The thakuras would be bathed and dressed
Guru Maharaja's teachings protect us well
Giving us the benefit of darsana of “follow the angels”
A dress that's green and yellow
Trimmed by the leis
Of roses and daisies
Who could resist attraction to their serving mellow?
“It's a miracle mom” dress of both deep purple and purple pink
they enjoy all the night dancing in sync
bumblebees floating on Srimati Gandharvika's veil
they buzz of the dark moon's tale
rose and daisy leis once more
make the devas swoon all thirty-three cror
as this dark moon night pastimes awakened
thakuras went off in “deep within the far off jungle” to play
getting ready for tomorrow
In the month of Damodara
Ghee on the stove cooking
Golden foam top of crystal clear looking
Through to the bottom of the pot
Along with rust and avocado dots
Wispy chodders and veil drifting on the breeze
Leis of stephanotis and roses
Gently swaying with their forms as they pose
Pedaling along as seen through Murkha's eye
Some say it's madness but in the rain he stays dry
Between the cruiser king and the rbv
Some several species of pedalers are there to see
As if floating on a cumulo-stratus cloud high
Coming to rest
Steady stream of tears from his golden eyes
Moistened his clothes brilliant as the sun
Join in his worship
Offering leis of roses and thick stephanotis that flip
Round and round minus a top piece Gandharvika's looks undone
Murkha and I pedal through moments of reflection
Of the dark and chilly winter time
With classical accompaniment giving the direction
Back to where the sandhya bells chime
In time to dress the thakuras in “in the ninth” nightdress
Red and purple with a little green
Especially for the mangal arati scene
There was white glue on the red cloth
That had to be washed off
And some seed beads making peacock feathers
Defeating the finest English leather
As if forming a sikhipicca camara
To be used in their service by cowherd Visalaksa
Leis coming in late
First more stephanotis ending with sumanas
To climb the step ladder before madyana kalia
On this day the way out is also the way in
Hammering through manasic folds once again
No matter what leading to contentment
As the ratha-bhojana-vrksa shows the way to commitment
tonight the deep blue laughing lion trimmed with yellow flowers
the dress they choose for their resting hours

2010-10-26T17:37:00.000-07:00

Many luxuriant outfits surround you
Artifacts of worldwide wealth
Shown by the Tailor as proof of his ability
Compared to your plan of simple elegance
Which you notice he’s ignored
Leaving the seamstress to correct the whole mess
Gerberas, marigolds, roses and leaves
Leis to steal everyone’s mind I believe
Wolfing down an energy bar
Hammering down the road
going to enter the information thoroughfare
but the southland says no
navapatra must be the place to go
autumn is here that means end of the sunshine
now the nights will be longer
so murkha and I are hoping for stronger
moon light
Cause the fixed gear freaks are mellow there
Seasons changing brings no despair
Cruiser king watches from his chair
catching glimpse of a shooting star at the RBV
Bowing his head Murkha sprints to the sandhya with me
look forward to a break in the rain
OPT is here dressing them in the laughing lion
A deep blue almost like cyan
Displayed by the lightening yellow boarder
Chodder and cummerbund
The flowers make it even more fun
They dance all night long

2010-10-25T18:21:00.000-07:00

Meanwhile back in 1981
This peacock swooned at a sight as brilliant as the sun
Yesterday is over with this light the new one has begun
Plans for a vyasa puja outfit are being done
Teal and fuchsia celebrate this most blessed event for humanity
When he’ll take us along with many generations
Beyond our wildest expectations
To that life we really want to see
Seeing the leis of gerberas and pompoms with a marigold or two
Following the dancing mood
While Murkha and I take off from the asrama
Bow to the thakuras hope not to be gone to long
Dandavats to everyone
Crossing the main street
Spinning with other roadies
Remembering how the Thakuras are dressed today
Crossing the first highway
the whalers are ahead
blend with the pace line on the run
as the shop comes up on the right
I take leave while Murkha rounds the corner to take flight
Ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls out warning of the setting sun
Murkha bows his head and the kalarupa knows the time has come
Purple and green “a lion on the chase”
Mahaprabhu in ecstatic mood took the mace
Benefiting those who saw
Him pursue the atheists one and all
There’s an effulgence over their heads
Crystals dangling round their shoulders
Leis of a collection of roses, sunflowers and lilies
some roses for the arati tray
their gentle smiles reaching
right out to us all
pink and white with homemade mukuts
combine together devotees say it looks like a wedding cake
with the rain trying to inflict a brake
Murkha and I pedal along on the chord of a sitar
bouncing over the keys
Spinning the cacophony into a harmonious
Chorale through the afternoon
To the vaikalika time
And greeted by the kernel
Murkha wakes them again
Deep in the far off jungle the thakuras
Dance between the drops
Softly giggle and laugh
Till it’s time for the magala arati
And the day begins
This silk was painted day glow
The chodders, veils and sashes overflow
with lotus flowers Ganga water
and dragonflies
guaranteed to turn your frowns
upside down
Logician may say the world is in the mind
So we shan’t waste our time
in asat things
The leis are topmost flaming like exquisite jewelry
Petals and roses artistically coalesce
Spinning down the line
Between the raindrops in time
Murkha and I are on the run
All the fixed gear freaks are cumulous
Pedaling through the land over the first highway
Cruiser king is there too with his court looking for sunrays
Even here the ratha-bhojana-vrksa gets a call out
Murkha hears the shout
And connects with the kalarupa on the chase
To the transcendental place
With the manasa pedaling behind them
Soft gold and yellow is a gem
They go on enjoying like anything
They dance and they sing
How much joy can they bring
Parrots have tendency to hide in clothes
Blending with the colors
Not manifest To any and everyone
Camouflaged like a chameleon
Srimati Gandharvika and Mahaprabhu’s
Hide in the blue
Giridhari is in yellow but they hide in his chodder too
Gerberas, pompoms, petals and marigolds in leis
Capturing anyone who catches their gaze
Pedaling through sails
Impressed in the manasa trails
under and between the trees
swirling in the breeze
still call of the RBV
brings Murkha and kalarupa to meet
back for the sandhya is a daily feat
and in the ninth the moon wanes
red blue and green combination never the same
as always they reduce all of our pain

2010-10-21T17:37:00.000-07:00

In the arena of pure consciousness
The devotees do the “swami two step” dance
Appearing live Nila, ARuna and syama put them into trance
As you notice the glistening rose leis
They raise the wonder are they real or cintamani
Blue, pink and black
Their divine play
Guaranteed to make you laugh
As fast as possible spinning to the southland
Murkha and I are looking to give friends a hand
Now the lion’s park is vacant not a person around
But at the top of the hill skaters abound
From the pitch to the tennis club
So many beasts the pedalers feel the rub
At the cruiser king’s I have to go to work
At the treacherous triangle a pace line is following Murkha
Look and see the RBV is calling out his name
Folding his palms as he passes the kalarupa enters the game
The sandhya is at the end of the trail
Where he’s met by a committee of quail
Avast me hardees it’s a different color horse
That means it’s Tuesday night of course
Emerald and pink a nightdress
To relieve the stress
Mangal arati is coming soon
Also one-day closer to full moon
Asking ourselves
What the Deities are wearing today
Orange and brown
With flowers sewn all around
A sight to be savored
Seeing the leis of roses and leaves
Together with such care and attention
Spinning along
will murkha be on time for the sandhya
As he and I keep the pitch on the right
Counting the minutes
As the cruisers with their boards
Are stopping to suffer
Heading to the shore with the tide coming in
Murkha and I hammer past the geese and grin
Yes it’s all part of what makes the difference
Between the puckawalla and our gang
At the natasala I go to the shop to close
murkha passes the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot
with a half an hour on the nose
to make it back he’ll have to speed past a trot
the kalarupa helps by chasing him
by the rath-bhojana-vrksa with the light getting dim
this dress is orange depending on the angle it’s seen
cause from another its green
Nrsimhadeva uses lotus nails for steppin’
against Hiranya Kasipu they become a weapon
in this dress they dance all night

2010-10-19T17:34:00.000-07:00

Have you seen
The new pink and green
With the effulgence over head
They sit upon their simhasana
With sequins and flowers embroidered in the pleats
Serving nectar from a golden plate
The taste for their service
Her green eyes pierce the thick covering over our heart
The rose leis give all cause to dance and join in hari nama kirtan
murkha and I had desire to see the udila naksatranam
So it’s over the first highway and up to the whalers
at a pace that make the cruisers pale
Through the park and take the left
watching the show of those bereft
After the sighting
turning round retracing it’s time for the lighting
reaching the shop
it’s time for me to hop off
The RBV calls out to Murkha he bows his head
meets the kalarupa they come to a rat surprised it’s not dead
Lions wait at the asrama gate
sweat on his brow from return’s quick rate
Hiranya kasipu may feel a little Ill
but at mangal arati devotees
thrill at the sight of “the touch that kills”
now the moon has moved into the phase
of the Ekadasi day
So the Thkauras wear all the colors of the rainbow
While the devotees celebrate the whole day through
Gandharvika’s orange with red and blue
It’s fuchsia, blue and orange for Mahaprabhu
Leis of odd mismatched flowers
Still when offered the Thakuras give them beauty above power
To capture the minds of all beings
Whose minds will change just by seeing
Their wonderful forms
Sprinting out from the eucalyptus trees
Past the mahamuni post box
Seeing the skaters I shout out “you guys rocks”
Through the village and up the hill along the beach
Between the lakes to the delight of the geese
At the tennis park
I depart putting on lights with the approach of the dark
Murkha bows to the RBV
Kalarupa is there to see
Together they make the sandhya where Vijaya
Offers welcome the ceremony starts in the blink of his eye
Bhakta Blade feels joy when
Giridhari accepts his mukut without a pujari pin
In The bengaleast dress heavenly cloud
Giridhari wears white so he’ll be seen in the crowd
When Bhakta Blade returns to wake him and turn on the light
Letting all the devotees spirits take flight

2010-10-17T18:32:00.000-07:00

White silk satin
Mellow yellow gold
Use these colors Jagat Guru told
On my birthday for the Thakura’s outfit
Rhinestone mukuts
Giridhari has a silk turban
Seamstress added these along with Giridhari’s cape
Time to sing
Of his spotless character
Calls come in from all across the universe
Rivers of amrita
Flow into our hearts
Every time the rays get caught in the mukuts
And break in a thousand pieces cleansing our eyes
Of material dust
Leis of petals and roses
Shinning as their fragrance attracts noses
To come from all across the universe
And bow before jagat guru
Then the thakura’s lotus feet
Hammering under the first highway the road gets ruff
The wheels kicking up bits of dirt, sand and stuff
The roadies decide to cut this out of training
Along with the beasts It’s too draining
Sufferers feel the chill with fog rolling in
Murkha and I spin along the beach to meet the geese again
Round the harbor the boats re out
Dropping the cruiser king he shouts
“I’ll come for you in the treacherous triangle
leave you to tangle
with the fixed gear freaks”
accepting the challenge murkha and I sprint
all the way to the southland ‘till the king’s energy is spent
then Murkha is called to see
and bow before RBV
kalarupa takes him to the sandhya celebration
of Maha Mantra’s vibration
called in by the kernel of divine love
with his voice from above
back to the soft gold and yellow
for taking rest It’s made mellow
like a lioness with her cubs
laying the Thakuras in their beds he gives their legs a rub
take their fatigue away
to see them again on Sunday

2010-10-16T15:49:00.000-07:00

Guru and gauranga have been watching
The lost servants every step of the way
They've been with us all along the line
Take their shelter
And your days are numbered
So are mine
For her service Srimati Gandharvika
Is always on Time
So good you can set your watch upon
One might say, “She'll be there with bells on”
Light and fluffy leis
Always on this maker's day
Shinning and reflecting like jewelry
Made carefully with devotion everyone sees
Murkha and I speak with friends
Mahamuni among them Round the southland again
An ebiker who has lost his charge the weight is enormous
Then come upon the lion's park and an impromptu performance
Skaters have gone away due to construction
Murkha and I continue looking at the production
Round the beach where the sufferers are feeling cold
At the navapatra I notice it's time to go home
Murkha keeps the pitch on his left seeing the game
Under the first highway he hears RBV call his name
Bowing at the root the kalarupa can't surpass
Murkha on his way to the special class
It's a miracle mom a purple nightdress
So soft and simple it's like a caress
All at mangal arati will feel themselves blessed
The bhagavat says that he's a dancer
Learning to believe it is our business
Might never know that he was in control
Next to his ear there's a blue flower
One saw him under an asoaka tree
But he slipped away in the blink of an eye
But that vision captured his heart
No doubt he's a smooth dancing actor
Charming all with his flute song
Adjusting ourselves to how the illusion rolls
Heavy rose leis so light they could float on baby's breath
With an apple in a tucker bag
Murkha and I slid into the research park while friends listened
Over the first highway with the whalers singing
nearest thing to hari nama this side of treacherous triangle
which keeps the fixed gear freaks from the cruiser king
I go to the shop while Murkha hears RBV's call
He folds his palms with a drawl
Kalarupa knows to make it they'll have to hall
Deep within the so called jungle
The thakurs are dancing all night long

2010-10-14T17:18:00.000-07:00

Seamstress took some silken cloth and made a janmastami outfit
Orange, deep blue appliqué on the swinging dancing chodder
Don’t it always amaze how the seamstress’
Cleverness never reaches a limit
Taking the cloth and making a new outfit
Taking beads and jewels arranging with freedom
Anticipating when the curtain will open so everyone can see ‘em
One day sitting with his friends
Giridhari told of his fun
last night with everyone
And drew some dolphins water sports
Leis of leaves, roses and sumanas flowers of sorts
Don’t it always amaze how the seamtress’
Cleverness never reaches a limit
Taking all varieties of cloth to make a new outfit
Murkha and I are on the run
Little time to get the errands done
First there’s always the talk with friends
Then navapatra has the parama anna fixins
On the pitch kids are learning
Coming to the corner Murkha and I are turning
To go under the first highway following a pair
Of single speed freaks coming to the campa hatti there
The RBV calls out for calm
And Murkha answers with folded palms
The kalarupa shows the way to sandhya
But Murkha gets there first what a wonder
Vijaya welcomes him
And the ceremony begins
The thakuras then get into their nightdress
“O deer dough have you seen Krsna?” nice and pressed
enjoying all night long
aligning themselves with the flute’s song

2010-10-13T17:29:00.000-07:00

Guessing distinctly
How many pieces in
Srimati Gandharvika’s skirt today
Then at mangal arati
How many Tiny flowers in her hair?
Guru and Gauranga are our saviors
They plant the seed in our heart
Of krsna bhakti
Conjecturing out loud
Will it be hot today?
As OPT Bhakta Blade dresses the thakuras
I’m seeing the sash
Around the waist of Mahaprabhu
I see his painted lei
On his chest
And I shake my head
Real leis of roses and leaves
and it’s only the service connection
that makes us who we are
hammering to the thoroughfare of space
taking with friends trying to pull me from the race
an electric bent pedaler goes by
with a wind sock on the fly
asks himself “What’s the deal?”
“Murkha and friend are still on my wheel”
he turns at the pitch to stay out of reach
while Murkha and I go on to the beach
the fog rolls in on it’s famous cat feet
Between the lakes the geese chase Murkha and me
the Natasala is quiet before the next show
I get off at the shop but Murkha has to go
Through the treacherous triangle
Over the first highway and that whole wrangle
It’s drive time traffic tangled in knots
Bowing to the RBV thankful he didn’t get caught
The kalarupa harks back to Looney juney
And at the end of the trail he’s greeted by Mahamuni
For their dancing tonight
Pralhad-a-dad suits them right
They’ll be swirling and laughing under the waxing moon’s light

2010-10-12T17:20:00.000-07:00

With the janmastami day
and an outfit waitng to come
The words of young devotee
rattling round my head
In shade of mango yellow and red
Mahaprabhu he took the mango
Fusing the yellow and red
Srimati Gandharvika's choli and pleats
took most of the red paisleies swirling 'round to make the scene
complete seamstress thought sounded funny but still collected some money
and stiched it together with plenty of
Love
She arranged necklaces, bracelets and even anklebells that ring.
Leis of gerbears and roses
With a Lilly in the center to tickle Krsna's toes
Murkha and I are spinning on a mission speaking with friends in
pictorial transmission
Crossing over the first highway left at the hospital curve
In the background the whalers are detailing and fading while murkha
and I swerve
Tennis park is on the left between the lakes is beyond
Pedalers putting lights for the dark autumn age has begun
Sufferers are coming out of their wetsuits stowing the boards to go home
I also take leave while Murkha keeps the pitch to his right and stars
above form a dome
Bowing his head to the RBV
Murkha calls out to kalarupa
" the sandhya is passing, just see!"
In Murha's light a deer's eyes shine green
And the kernel of divine love asks
"Where you bean?"
OPT Bhakta Blade helps them into the deep blue and yellow, necklaces
of laughing lions along with a swan
It's time for rest and even the thakuras have started to yawn

2010-10-11T17:20:00.001-07:00

It was midnight when Guru Maharaja was born
An array of purple as the approaching mourn
Came as a donation
Seamstress designed the combination
Leis of odds and ends
Roses marigolds and dahlias from a friend
Murkha and I spinning come upon
The first highway and cross over
In the lion’s park everyone has a Frisbee and a rover
At the natasala I take leave toward the mall
Murkha sees he has to haul
Bowing to the RBV
Pulls the kalarupa to wake the Deities
Greeted by a rare spotted dear
And when the sandhya is clear
The Thakuras they take rest
Deep within the far off jungle is tonight’s dress
They dance and sing
Trying to bring
A smile to the faces of those with love unfurled
Spreading joy to the entire world
Ini Meany miney moe
hold a rabbit like you’ll not let it go
on p-u-r-n-i-m-a
Bengalis call the moon this way
Combine Ganga and yamuna
Mahaprabhu appeared on an eclipse lunar
This dress offered that day
Has petals and roses for the leis
Drowning humdrum attraction in a rapturous pool
They look like a fine jewel
Spinning to the main street
Merging into a cruiser fleet
Murkha and I weave between them
Atop campa hatti hill the skaters are acting on a whim
Along the beach the sufferers are pounding
Into the shore Murkha and I are rounding
Geese honk between the lakes
And when the fixed gear freaks let go half the sidewalk shakes
The crowd at the natasala winds all the way to the blue moon
I have to take leave very soon
Murkha sprints over the first highway heeding the call of the rBV
Past the on ramp to the thoroughfare
Making the left he catches big air
Bowing to the RBV
Kalarupa says “don’t forget me’
Welcomed by the kernel to the sandhya ritual
Participation is habitual
Gold and soft bed are for their rest
A single strand hangs on Srimati Gandharvika’s chest
Dancing and dancing they enjoy like anything
In the kali yuga like the full moon
Giridhari plays his flute by the Kunda
And his lei has petals of cintamani
That reflects into our eyes moods
Of dedication and devotion
In dream he rolled on the ground
So Srimati Gandharivka covered him all round
Thus Mahaprabhu sprang from the mandir in her heart
Leis of roses, marigolds with a gerbera state of the art
From the asrama to the access road of spacey highway
Checking in with the friends hearing what they say
Mahamuni’s post box is on the left
Murkha and I spin through the cruisers who pedal heft
In the village where the tourists go
Think they’re watching but it’s they who are the show
I take my leave at the tennis park
Murkha must return before the dark
That’s the sandhya time
Welcomed by a singher from behind
In the ninth srila Guru Maharaja appeared
Searching the lost servants free them from fear
Teaching practice for the higher plane
To eliminate the mundane
Dancing under the moonlight
Till mangal arati brings them to our sight

2010-10-08T16:25:00.000-07:00

The Deities didn’t really come from the east
But on Curudeva’s call descended from the spiritual sky
And the devotees made the yajna and a sacred vow
Their service they should try
They sewed and beaded
And cooked for them
Put leis around their necks
And the thkuras favorite colors
Appeared to be pink and green starting a trend
All the cloth for a long time was of a similar hue
Till it had all been sewn
New shades came and were made
To the wonderment of all
There were blues, reds, yellows, and purple
Till each day had it’s own shade
Then this once came
And the aruna har posse rides again
Quickly to the southland to make the show with friends
Over the first highway to where the the hospital curve ends
The tennis park is on the left the harbor on the right
Natasala at the corner where I break to work some more
Murkha sees the clock and knows the score
The house that taught choc-0-lot to talk-a-lot
Is what all have sought
The dvitya campa hatti is on the right
Leis makers haggle with the boss so can start tonight
RBV waiting quiet and calm
For murkha to pass folding his palms
The kalarupa shows the way
And a wild cat has his say
The lotus nails aren’t a weapon
That would disturb Brahma’s benediction
They take their rest
Happily as by now you’ve guessed
This one is of forest green so dark
Seamstress trimmed it well with black
Silvery pleats in the chodder and skirt
A touch so elegant makes commonplace hurt
Arrows that pierce the heart within
Darsana cause their head to spin
Leis of roses large and small
So light they add no weight while thakuras dance and have a ball
Murkha and I are bound for the coast
Pedaling around the pitch
Crossing the tracks to the side of the rich
There was strong effort
to get to the arati on time
pushing up ahead there are cruisers in the pedaler’s lane
and fixed gear freaks at the tennis park
still Murkha and I with our plain rigs
are the stronger ones at last
As the pujari blows the sandhya sank
And the thakuras take their amavasya rest
Shown By the lightning’s light

2010-10-06T18:01:00.000-07:00

On the night of a full moon/lunar eclipse
People were bating in the ganges
Hari dasa thakura and Advaita acarya
Were dancing and chanting but no one knew why
And an astrologer said happily
This it was really true
There were lions in the zodiac and the birth time too
Of Nimai, Mahaprabhu
Meanwhile by the bathing ghaT
All kinds of rituals were being done
Thousands of devotees were giving charity
To the demigods and Brahmins as if one
And perhaps they didn’t know it was
Mahaprabhu who’d come making gloominess scat
The lady who came to make the leis
With petals and roses
Which delights their noses
Sweet aroma the whole day
Spinning to the spacey thoroughfare
Checking to see who was there
Three and thirty messages
were hanging in the air
Saw bhakta blade chanting his rounds
In his orange and black
Team baseball cap
On the way to the sandhya
Bowing to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa
The kalarupa came along behind
Reminding him to take a picture
Then it came time for OPT
To help them into their pink and emerald green
Nightdress ”talking like a pirate”
But could put the mukut on Giridhari
So left it up to me

2010-10-05T17:35:00.001-07:00

One thought that Krsna's cape
Might be a bit to kingly
A well-reasoned inquiry
Then placed before the preceptor
Found it quite in line
And the colors of Srimati Gandharvika's skirt
Blind your eyes with dancing peacocks
Hiding in the ruffles in between
The sight of Mahaprabhu
In his orange pants
Giving even most fallen a chance
Sparkling sons of nectar enticing lost servants
To taste the highest rasa
See Giridhari's three fold bending body
Dancing through the flowers
And his footprints make you wonder
hoW many stars are on his cloak
then you focus on the gerbera daisies
showing their faces to the world from the leis
hoping they will take their asana in the core of your heart
murkha and I pedal laughing through the village
but the sufferers on their boards don't understand
The mirth is coming from the heart's true land
A lawn mower powered moped putt putts along
Still mukrha, some several roadies and I are following strong
The roadies also sail past while I must call it a day
on the other hand Murkha still must play
bowing at the RBV Kalarupa helps him on his way
the Chinese silk
of red and creamy white
the nightdress called the touch that kills
today's dress is called sikhipicca camara
red with white seed bead peacock feathers
you pray they won't let you leave them
once you've taken the dust of their lotus feet
leis of roses, wild flowers
and lilies that gaze the stars
blue and green in the trim
the peacocks aren't far off again
pedaling and pedaling makes
Murkha and I feel better
The glue that keeps life together
Over the first highway seeing private maharaja
Joining him in the holy samaja
Cruisers congregate by the beach
Where murkha and I pass just out of reach
The windmill has a new caretaker
Promising things will be greater
I go on back to my abode at last
Murkha turns toward mercado las pulgas
Ratha-bhojana-vrksa's call calms
Him and he folds his palms
The kalarupa sets the pace
By the time they've gotten to the sandhya murkha has won the race
This night's dress has a heavenly hue
In other words it's baby blue
Color of an Indian mandir
Far away yet very near
As they begin their night pastimes
From Across a field comes a chime

2010-10-03T18:09:00.000-07:00

Look close now
You'll see them they're hiding
In the sari and all around
Parrots as mystical as those seen by Mahaprabhu
On his way through
Jarikandha forest ground
Look higher now
To see the effulgence like a flower sunburst
Quenching our eyes thirst
For unparalleled splendor
Check out the leis today
Mums roses and bougainvilleas
Pray for the name to wind himself so tight
In our ears he'll never take flight
To the southland to speak with the friends there
Heat melting everything in it's hot dry air
But down by the ocean it's a different world
Cool off watching sufferers in the curl
Between the lakes
The geese honk for goodness sakes
The natasala is waiting for the seventh
Right now a cool breeze would seem like heaven
I have to stop before I melt
Murkha hears the call of RBV and so must play the hand he's dealt
Folding his palms murkha prays
To srila gurudeva
That he makes it all the way
To the vaikalika maze
Welcomed by the private muni
Whose ready to light out yeah, he's a little loony
OPT is the hand on deck
To dress them in Prahlad-a-dad
And stell alles veck
The evening brings an anticipated fresh moonlight
So they can be comfortable to dance through the night
Well I'm looking through the eyes of a great society
When a muni with a filigree uttariya
Tied in a laxmi grantha
Smiles and hands me a card with
Garuda's pressed words
And to whom could I speak
And who would believe
I just came out from the altar
On my way to get the leis
Maker knows how wonderful sumanas flowers
Are so hides gardenias in the center
Along the mint leaves they have a pleasing aroma
And the puckawalla shakes his head
Says that's the difference 'tween
Us and him
Murkha and I are pedaling through the harbor
on dui cakra ratha pracar
Puckawalla sees this fun
And asks “ who changed your focus?”
Answer “some folks like to play scales forever and a day”
And he says “you should come back to that kind of class”
As Murkha and I giggle a bit
Picked up the yak tail fan
And wiped the cobwebs from each other's minds
That's just how it goes when your best friends
Born of the same soil
See only small differences as mountains
I take myself off to the shop
And Murkha follows the RBV
Call but kalarupa won't catch him It's plain to see
A large deer says “Gaura Premanandi”
As he opens the sandhya's gate
O deer dough have you seen Krsna?
But he can only say “he is available in this direction
Where the thakuras enjoy like anything all night long”
Torchlight of knowledge zigzags through maya's haze
The captain waits at the shore
It was Gaura Purnima when this electric green
Was first to be seen
Siva, sukha, narada all appeared to view
As today so many other friends are here
Seeing the thakuras and their leis of roses and sunflowers too
Hypnotized by captain zigzag's electric serpentine line of truth
Sprinting along the main street over the first highway
The clank of the aluminum bat where the knights play
Through the treacherous triangle quick as pedalers could
Passing a gathering in Saint Dagwood's
udila naksatranam may query and prod
in the end finds Murkha not so odd
up the beach hill circling the spinner's church
the sufferer thakura has a fresh leis on his perch
on the railroad bridge looking where ramps used to been
though now there are no mountain men
rounding the corner by the cruiser king
I take leave with Murkha in full swing
The RBV is waiting to see
The palms folded saying “genuflection unto thee”
The kalarupa appears to chase
Murkha back to the sandhya place
Greeted by the quail
Who fly and run from the trail
Krsna is a brahmacari, tonight's dress
Enoying their pastimes like anything they take their rest
Mahaprabhu has come looking for his lost servants
A combination of Giridhari (yellow) Srimati Gandharvika (Blue)
Dressing himself in green today
With roses but Giridhari is hiding the orchids in his lei
Hammering past RBV a pace line
Dusted murkha and I so bad it should have been a crime
Nothing to do but keep up our own pace
for soon they would vanish without a trace
dogs and Frisbees in Lion's park
playing 'till well after dark
skaters on the campa hatti hill
extreme stunts 'till one takes a spill
murkha and I watch the sufferers at the beach
seals on their rock stay just beyond reach
at the shop I return to work
while it's through the treacherous triangle for Murkha
call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa keeps him alive
bowing there Kalarupa gives chase clear to the drive
the kernel of divine love welcomes him back
and says the sandhya will cut him some slack
deep within the far off jungle
where folks often bungle
the thakuras dance and play
right on till the break of day
searching for inner peace
sweet smelling flowers
in the cow pastures of vraja
massaging Giridhari's lotus feet
learning from Gurudeva
one day perhaps we'll get it right
stay strong enough
not give in and lose the fight
he's come to take us back home
to see Guru Gauranga Gandharvika Giridhari
with sunburst effulgence
yellow and blue exploding
leis so onederful they're twoderful even threederful
J.O.D. tells hrh “but he's a living sumanas child”
Rapidly go rapidly in pedaling flight
Murkha and I looking for gandha
With grace over head just might
Find it in the way of life
Panhandler outside playing a fife
A tune of opinionated strife
RBV calls and kalarupa gives chase
When Murkha shows his face
I sprint to the shop where the clock
Says it's time to close
The sandhya greets murkha with cecil Brunner
At the sayana rises a waning moon
Hiranya kasipu Soft gold and yellow
They take their rest quiet and mellow

2010-09-28T17:29:00.000-07:00

Have you heard about Srimati Gandharvika?
Teaching divine love to all the world
In the nata mandir her sweet luster showing it’s glory
Leis of roses star gazers and orchids what a story
Call the scribe to write it down
Spinning and sprinting to the main street
Over the first highway is this a repeat?
Through Saint Dagwood’s park and up the beach hill
Bhakta blade at his kutir taking the name the celestial will
Circling the spinner’s church smell ocean’s spray
Folks pay homage to the sufferer thakura with new lei
The cruiser king salutes as I return
Murkha leaves the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot behind his calves begin to churn
Bowing to the RBV
Kalarupa asks “make the sandhya?” let me see
OPT welcomes him back
Gives him a friendly smack
In the ninth it’s clear
Guru Maharaja appeared
To show all the way home without fear
Going to the tailor
“can’t get an outfit without spending lots of money”
So maybe leave that tailor
conjure a spell the kind
make that tailor change his mind
enlist an inspired magic boy
seamstress finishes the dress
When the curtain opens devotees jump for joy.
More marigolds, orchids and roses with sunflowers
Tejas of gold and pearls circles of power
Send off an upavita to the desert
Along the beach between the lakes heat increases the effort
I take leave a bit early
Murkha through treacherous triangle a little squirrelly
But the call of the RBV
Makes it all go by easily
Kalarupa takes a cue
From parishioner sambhubabhu
“Gaura hari bol”
helps the wheels roll
the lion laughs in blue and flowers
effulgence shows that flower power
lemon yellow
can’t be explained better than a real mellow fellow
dancing the night away
till mangal arati begins the next day

2010-09-26T17:35:00.001-07:00

Joyfully laughing and joking
In the pasture with the cowboys swimming in yamuna’s water
Eating cheese milk and butter
Above this there can be no other
Leis with pink lilies, dahlias, and roses
did you see how Mahaprabhu’s center tickled his toeses
His dhoti blooming as the wind blows
How can Kali’s prospect shine?
Once you’ve seen “pasture media time”?
Murkha and I spinning out
Pedal and shout
“Never under estimate the power of a good bike ride”
sprinting, hammering, and spinning from the east to the west side
through the lion’s park with kids playing in the sand
seeing the skaters performing like it was planned
pedaling along the beach while others prefer to suffer
while the waves get rougher
the sun is going down
between the lakes bon fires have people gathered round
Natasala is quiet as I end
Murkha goes on “take care friend”
Bowing to the RBV
Kalarupa chases him as far as he can see
Om Pramahamsa Thakura helps them on
With adbhuta singha they wear while they enjoy till dawn
Mahaprabhu’s mercy is for all the fallen people
Feeling that positive prospect has said “good-bye”
Aggressive mercy won’t wait
Mahaprabhu is serving nectar on a golden plate
Enough to take you to the vaikuntha sky
This outfit “superstar” is to be seen by all people
Thinking the price for divine love will be too high
Aggressive mercy won’t give up
It knows it’s the only thing that’sup
Your faith is the only price you have to pay
soon you’ll be on your way
You’ll be back to stay
All the way back home
Notice the leis they have today
Following each movement as they sway
Cute as a button pompoms
With gladiolus turning frowns
Upside down
Faster and faster
Time in thy flight
Have arati on time
Even tonight
An electric cruiser attaches his suffering board
Putt putts along the beach feeling he’s scored
Murkha and I pedal between and betwixed
Single speed freaks whose motto is “ride fixed”
Waves enough to suffer
While joggers go by huffer and puffer
Geese are honking
While the pace line’s leader is bonking
I turn to work
And the ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls to Murkha
The kalarupa is counting the divide
While a roadie smirks
Greeted by the kernel of divine love
Smiling down from above
Activity slows in the day’s sayana section
Helping them into their nightdress brings reflection
How all will get some grace
At mangal arati seeing them in “a lion on the chase”
In the nata mandir do the swami two step dance
Purple &yellow dress covered with mirrors & you want a glance
Leis of marigolds, wild roses with leaves of mint
“I thought they’d be all mint” hrh said “till I saw the flowers dvitya campa hatti PHrank sent”
She completed them during the bath
hiccups gave an excuse to laugh
jungle brush and vines
watch as Murkha and I go drifting by
hot mid afternoon beats down
crossing over the first highway on the way to town
whalers singing while they pay attention to detail
completing each task without fail
circling a stunt track with sundial
why are you here? People ask with a smile
standing at their door “go to the beach
where the cool is within reach”
pay attention to the coach as he points to the door
pedal all along the shore
dipping and weaving the cruisers
blending with the way users
hearing the rBV’s call
bow and lead the kalarupa where the trees are tall
a deer ogles as the welcoming party
noting his chronograph smiles to say “you’re not tardy”
in olive, red, and white
they’ve got a mind to dance all night
“deep within the far off jungle”
the rest is bungle
I look at the pan and see that it’s boiling
The foam on the butter
I look at the butter and see it needs stirring
The foam on the butter
I wonder why the butteracarya didn’t tell you
How to make it into ghee
I wonder why since you were selected
No one directed you
I look once again and
can see through to the bottom
While the ghee gently foams
Dahlias, mums and pink jasmine
Make the leis uber long
They sway with vrndavana natabara
I don’t know how
Murkha and I keep pedaling now
Going every day
I don’t know who
Came and converted
Murkha and I to the camp of Mahaprabhu
I see all the sufferers
Cruisers and fixed gear freaks
Their lives are all so bleak
I return to work
rBV calls out to Murkha
come lead the kalarupa
bowing before the instruction of Gurudeva
the kalarupa gives chase
arriving back home in time for the sandhya
divya mauli welcomes him
“you’ll take me home again!”
Hiranya Kasipu gold, yellow and soft for bed
Prepare them for their evening pastimes

2010-09-22T17:18:00.000-07:00

Chanting and dancing in the forest gives him such a thrill
His golden form covered by a flow of tears
This one from Gaura Purnima
Blue and orange
Brilliant as the sun
His ecstatic pastimes joyfully fun
Mispronouncing the name in delirium
Excitedly absorbed roaring laughter so deep
Leis of roses who face the world
With the banner of divine love unfurled
Forty pieces the seamstress can't believe
How it all came together and gave her relief
On the main street circle the southland
at the lion's park kids play in the sand
on the hill near campa hatti skaters show everyone a wild time
singing verse ending in “skateboarding is not a crime”
through the village to check out the pace line
dipping and weaving between the lakes
a drum circle heats up and half the downtown shakes
I depart at the shop's test track
As Murkha clears the treacherous triangle on the way back
Over the first highway a beast cuts him some slack
At the ratha-bhojana-vrksa folds his palms
And drops the kalarupa without qualms
Prahlad-a-dad
Tonight's dress makes them glad
For all the day's experience had
Radhastami features a new dress today
What you going to call it the people say
I don't know yet
But one offered a snake belt
And I hear tellt
That people are often lured
Into something they're not sure
But seeing this dress pink gold
With flowers on the boarder looking really bold
They just want to “what you going to call it?”
Well for right now take this down and scrawl it
“With pink use a hint of green
Will always look keen”
With asarvada from “RBV”
Murkha and I go down to the sea
The sufferers with their boards
And all the fun they've scored
Seagulls and their guests
Like the natasala best
At the shop I depart
But Murkha he is smart
answsers the ratha-bhojana-vrksa's call
to service above all
greeted by the sloka slinger with the “buddy card”
a former Radhastami offering “o deer dough”
is the dress tonight
works out just right
they dance, sing and send
an invite to all join in celebration of year's end
You dress Gandharvika too skinny
And open the curtain too late
You're only expert at nonsense talk
but she'll not miss a chance for service
she'll be there with bells on
from Radhastami
same year that Saint Patrick's Easter
came fashionably late
Pale green with purple
and bells on her skirt
She'll be there with bells on
roses, petals and leaves in the leis
Thursday's are always done artistically
Around the southland over the first highway
To the navapatra listen to the live music play
While connecting to the spacey thoroughfare
at the tennis park the umpire is invite to vacate the chair
the natasala is taking time off
Murkha and I pass fixed gear freaks who scoff
I take leave at the shop
While Murkha continues to hop
To the tune from the RBV
“come get yourself free”
folding his palms
Murkha's anxiety calms
Kalarupa takes him by
The asrama gate to be greeted by Vijaya
Hearing this song
It's easy to see that the nightdress is a miracle mom
They swirl, dance and play all night long
Mahaprabhu has come search his lost servants
Said srila Guru Maharaja
There's so much confusion here
This is the only relief
He's serving nectar from a golden plate
Even to those who aren't worth
The prospect that gets us excited
Is what Guru Maharaja spoke
celebrating that is done by common folk
the thakuras get a new dress in many shades of purple
for the happy date
inside the sewing room
seamstress and her crew
kept working while extras came and went
barefoot pujaris too
off in a distant garden
a maker picked roses for the leis
with the celebration approaching
candra entered the ninth day
once again Murkha and I are in the southland
but the entrance to the thoroughfare is banned
now it's past Mahamuni's post box
where pedalers talk
and nobody walks
except the skaters and they do back flips
where the hill dips
at the cliff sufferers change
and get their gear all arranged
gathering driftwood between the lakes
there is a bon fire to make
at the natasala people wait
steal across the street for a crepe
I stop to talk with the cruiser king
While Murkha goes on to sing
In harmony with the rbv
Kalarupa and Murkha pedaling free
Into the sandhya's glow
As the sank begins to blow
In sayana the deep within the far off jungle nightdress
Swirling dancing that will relive the day's stress
Enjoying like anything
Increasing moonlight
Shows purnima is on the way
Means the rainbow outfit is coming
Along with the Ekadasi day
Counting the days forward
It comes on number eleven
Going to the altar pujari was outside the curtain
arati was starting on time
thakuras wearing all the colors in the rainbow
and glowed as bright as the sun
the leis maker who smiled
said be careful the roses are in
suspended animation
And the petals may fall around
Quickly through the southland
Pedaling past Mahamuni's post box is grand
Cruisers with boards
Held on by bungee chords
Tracing the beach where sufferers in the pipe
At the tennis park competition is ripe
Natasala has a full show
I stay at the shop but Murkha has to go
The ratha-bhojana-vrksa is calling
So he is hauling
Kalarupa helps him to fly
To arrive in time to greet Vijaya
Hiranya kasipu soft yellow silk
Smooth as walking on milk
They enjoy like anything forever
Entering the nath mandir
Effulgence gives vision crystal clear
Vaisnava seva is the way out of here
Avast me hardies!
Sure an if ye don't see the butterflies
Or lotus flowers high in the skies
Yer on yer way to Davey Jones' locker
Bengali Mahal Jadhu bewilders even the hardest rocker
The summer season is all but past
“talk like a pirate day” has come at last
The kirtan leader sang way to fast
That arati was such a sight to see
Leis of roses and petals
They follow their forms to their knees and settle
There while all present
are looking hard to see
Seymour's blue whale beckons
“Let's go” I reckon
so it's along the main street
over the first highway in the midst of a cruiser fleet
at the treacherous triangle the group breaks
quickly! Quickly, gracious sakes
up the beach hill past the bear
bhakta blade's kutir is standing there
the whale smiles when Murkha and I arrive
see how the marine life thrive
circling the spinner's church hear the hymns
as the service begins
through Saint Dagwood's park
got to get through before dark
I leave off at the shop
Murkha goes on still can't stop
Ratha-bhojana-vrksa's call
Folds his palms bows and all
The kalarupa takes him back
To see the bricks are neatly stacked
Ready to take their place in the mandir
Almost complete be of good cheer
Chinese silk red and white
Offered between the day and night
Now they wear it for their rest
Let all who come for mangal arati
be blessed
he appeared as a dwarf Brahmin
asking simply three paces
If Bali Maharaja gave it that was his business
Vamanadeva is surely in control
Next to the altar we were taking darsana
A young girl asked if the thakuras had yellow and red
Time for a Janmasatmi outfit was coming
Maybe Vamanadeva was a brahmacari
And Bali Maharaja is the king of the three worlds
They let the illusion flow
With the color scheme in mind
The pujari spoke while the seamstress listened
She made her plan and the idea was sold
Roses, gerbera daises and little purple orchids
Leis with petals in folds
Murkha and I were spinning quickly
Staying this side of Saint Dagwood's park
The line between summer light and autumn dark
The cruisers and sufferers are the scenery
On their Easy machinery
Curling round the harbor and between the lakes
Some roadies leave murkha and I in their wake
At the windmill I turn back
While Murkha goes toward the sandhya on the attack
Passing the pitch he hears the call of the RBV
under the first highway quickly
to the main street and takes the right
bows to the vrksa and follows the kalarupa with delight
met by the quail
he goes along the trail
Vamanadeva is high stepper
To hear about him brings elevation
His pastime creates a sensation
In the baby blue nightdress
The were dancing before they took rest
After reciting the mantras “good night” is what I'd said
And put them into their beds
Mahaprabhu in mango
Giridhari in purple and yellow
Srimati Gandharvika in beautiful blue
Their traditional colors
Seamstress enlisting assistants
To complete the outfits
Roses, sumanas flowers, sunflowers and dahlias
In the leis that followyas
Contours of the dancing ways
Their bodies sway
Murkha and I sprinting at the speed of mind
Yes it's a day of that kind
Time testing not one moment for resting
Need be very cunning
To get past the fixed gear freaks running
To get back promptly for arati
The limit of pedaling prowess
Bowing to receive
Asurvada from RBV
Chase the kalarupa to sandya in time to pause
To be greeted by an old friend from the land of Auz
Tonight's dress is emerald and deep pink
To miss so much splendor
One might have a good talking to with the creator
For making eyes that blink

2010-09-14T18:53:00.000-07:00

This dress was offered one Radhastami
Vests for Mahprabhu and Giridhari
Red and purple skirt for Srimati Gandharvika
The date was Friday the 13th
Knew that had to be the name
Incense smoke billowed from the thakura vadi
Aroma of the leis wafted through the air
Roses, dahlias, sunflowers and lilies
fix your eyes on how they coil round their lotus feet
murkha and I spin along the main street
the dvitiya campa hatti and whalers make it complete
Rickshaw horns, fixed gear freak outfits
Tree hugging dirt worshipers with sharp wit
Between the lakes are the geese
Wings flapping their honking will never cease
At the shop I have to stop
Murkha looks over the first highway from the top
Ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls
Heeding “Gaura Premanandi” murkha drawls
Kalarupa gives chase
While Murkha sets the pace
The sandhya awaits
Cotton tails and quail scurry about the place
It was on a caturdasi in may
Kirtan leaders came to play
Seeing the new nightdress’s style
And how the lion necklaces always raise a smile
Laughing lion by the lightening’s light

2010-09-13T17:57:00.000-07:00

As Mahaprabhu walked through Jarikanda
Two parrots flew on to his hand
And spoke of Radha and Krsna
How his strength is sweetness
And he is conquered by pure love
That’s the glory of it’s completeness
Blue, green and mauve
With parrots even enhance the leis
Of petals, tuberoses with iridescent centers
They shine in so many ways
asurvada From ratha-bhojana-vrksa
over the first highway seeing where the whalers are set to fixya
Murkha and I are on the way to Seymour’s museum
Cruisers and fixed gear freaks it’s a pleasure to see ‘em
Back over beach hill weaving and winding
To the corner still climbing
Where I part while murkha goes on
Answering the call of Ratha-bhojana-vrksa folding his palms
Kalarupa chases him to the sandhya
Welcomed by news of one getting the danda
In the ninth Guru Maharaja appeared
To rescue everyone from fear
Giving hope and happiness
of the kind that comes from
blissful dedication

2010-09-12T18:25:00.000-07:00

Seamstress needs to lengthen the skirt
Another ruffle for the lotus petals
Put it on the petticoat
She looks like she’s floating in the air
Dark blue for Mahaprahbu
Yellow for Giridharijiu
A short skirt
That’s what Srimati Gandharika
Has today
A short skirt
What more can the name say?
Bougainvillea in the leis
Color of the skirt of which is sung
Over the first highway to the front road
Murkha and I pedal along to the navapatra abode
Friends are quiet on weekends
All out with the gang to contend
Fossil fuel rigger thinks him on top
Figures he can put Murkha and I in the drop
At the tennis park I depart
Murkha pedals with speed off the chart
Kalarupa takes him back
After ratha-bhojana-vrska calls him to attack
The kitchen has traveled on
And the welcomers are gone
Hiranya kasipu is the dress
That they wear for rest
When they’ve finished their daily dance

2010-09-11T18:08:00.000-07:00

Look what the thakuras are wearing today
Those favorite colors that have been on holiday
It still seems they’re the pets
The aruna har posse rides again
devotees are so joyful seeing the thakuras smiling
taking care to gather flowers
making leis of roses for your divine love is far above power
Above this treasure is no other
Pedaling out taking a right at the main street
Over the first highway careful not to miss a beat
Around the corner a new way to avoid the triangle, sweet!
Between the lakes the windmill is on the left
Getting through the joggers pedalers must be deft
While on the pitch the players cheer
The ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls out clear
Kalarupa is alongside to the path
Jump the chain the quail wave the way up to the math
Benedictions say no weapons
Not in the air or on the land
Neither day nor night
Still the mission didn’t fail
Because he used his lotus nails
Which names the dress to night
Lets all sing about the stars and yellow roses
The black bumbles around Srimati Gandharvika’s toeses
When the moon up above is dark
It’s light has done disembarked
Tuberose, sunflowers, make leis
that while the thakuras dance sways left to right and gently play
around the southland to the postbox past lion’s park
along the beach seeing the sufferers on the waves
teaching fixed gear freaks to behave
speaking with friends
hearing what they recommend
I take leave but murkha goes under the first highway
Asarvada from the ratha-bhojana-vrksa in the evening ray
a traveling kitchen stands on the trail
to welcome murkha back for the sandhya not to fail
outside the moon is dark
inside the dress is blue
out of a tree a screech owl flew
pujari wait a little while
an English class is coming ridding many mile
the outfit’s cloth is yellow with purple and gold
but let us see how it all came together
devotees you’ll have to wait a while
they say the teacher is still ridding many a mile
teacher we all ask you
tell the pujari to open the curtain
open it so we might see the new outfit
on this Gaura Purnima
now the curtain opens and the devotees they all smile
seeing the cape and mukuts made for Gaura Purnima day
purple of the Easter season and starting fashionably late
teacher says this is our Saint Patrick’s day
so his students will understand
how this celebration is so grand
leis maker bring some rose buds along with some mums
even a few tuberose string them one by one
then let them be enhanced
as the sway as the thakuras dance
from the research park around
to the big street to trace the beach where the sufferers are found
driftwood and geese
watch as Murkha and I feel relief
getting free from local color
I take my leave while Murkha makes an appointment
Then is off to the vaikalika with kalarupa’s accompaniment
With the asurvada of ratha-bhojana-vrksa
Following vaisnava siksa
Deep within the far off jungle
Name of the nightdress,
Is where devotees sometimes go to bungle

2010-09-08T19:16:00.001-07:00

I get to wake the Thakuras today
Please accept this service I pray
Catching up this mood each morn
Gurudeva will transform our lives
Not to die but to be reborn
In the land of dedication where service goes on
forever
look and see the Thakuras and how they are dressed
peacock feathers
red silk with blue and white seed beads
forming the eyes of the feathers
smartening up the orchid leis
I can hear the kirtan in nath mandir
Is full of cheer
Sprinting taking asirvada from
Ratha-bhojana-vrksa isn’t rascaldom
Stopping at mahamuni’s post box
Got to be fast got to beat the clock
Coming up behind is a team of mountain men
Seeing all the mud shows where they’ve been
In lion’s park a few are setting up to cook
Something they’ve read from a book
Murkha and I are going up skater’s hill
Through the village, well you know the drill
Along the beach among the sufferers joggers and geese
Weaving between them when they expect it least
At the harbor I say “farewell”
Then Murkha concentrates on the arati bell
there are names for tirthas in Bharatvarsa
radhadesa is where the Ganges disappears from view
in a similar way this dress is called baby blue
OPT dressed them this evening in his own style
Guaranteed to bring them a smile
Letting them take comfortably take rest for a little while
The pujari opened the yoga maya curtain
To reveal the arena of pure consciousness
And Nila, Aruna and Syama LIVE before all of us
Thakuras outfit sparkled
Made with care and attention
Smoothly and effortlessly dressed
Both large and small roses awakened
Tastefully arranged in leis
Winding around their forms
In the last days of summer
Murkha and I see the shadows coming
Even in the late afternoon’s light
Circling the research park
Going toward the asunder mukha
Dropping and weaving through the sufferers and cruisers
In delight of pedaling through the eyeleteer
Near bear at beach hill motel
life’s too long not to pedal
round by the sufferer thakura
and the corner to the cruiser king
I get off at the shop
Leaving Murkha to go on to continue the worship
For which he will never die
His destination changed in the blink of an eye
Following the kalarupa along the trail
Welcomed back by the cotton tails
The emerald and deep pink
Gives pause to think
Or is it red? Seamstress says I’m color blind
Entering marakatamani puri ridding a horse of different color
Sometimes she thinks I’m losing my mind
Of the day when this night dress was presented here
On a Radhastami when some folks spoke like buccaneers
Time for them to take rest it must be quite clear

2010-09-06T18:49:00.000-07:00

“make a white and gold dress for my birthday time”
taking his request on our heads our days left will decline
that’s the way out of here
the asrama is in the jungle that gives many flowers for the leis
a silk turban for Sri Giridhari Prabhu
while Mahaprabhu shows his ratna bahu
from all across the universe the calls come
“jaya Gurudeva!” the messages sum
murkha and I pedal speaking to friends to free our hearts
from the country asrama to the town
look at all the people pedaling around
cruisers and teams are out they’ve all got this sunny afternoon
between the lakes are the geese
at the natasala the next show starts soon
at the shop I have to cease
Murkha shoots through the treacherous triangle
Doesn’t want any beasts to tangle
House that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot
Over the first highway sprinting with all he’s got
Hearing what the ratha-bhojana-vrksa said
Chased by the kalarupa he gets out the led
Greeted by the kernel of divine love
Late as it is sandhya gives a friendly shove
When all see this nightdress of Chinese silk
Called the touch that kills
All material desires chill
Allowing higher aspiration
Begin to come to fructification

2010-09-05T16:59:00.000-07:00

Giridhari standing by the kund
Showing everyone by the tune
Mahaprabhu’s manifestation get it’s start
In the temple of Srimati Gandharvika’s heart
In purple and Giridhari in yellow
Srimati Gandharvika has a blue sari that is light and mellow
Roses, mums, tube roses orchids make the double leis
Extra special for his birthday
Yellow and purple mukuts for the “boys”
While Gandharika makes blue with pink flowers her choice
Dreaming freely out in the streets
Cruisers tour with the fixed gear freaks
Murkha and I are coming out
Yes that’s live music at the navapatra beyond doubt
Guys on mopeds let Murkha and I in
Near the natasala the foursome meets again
I go to the shop
While Murkha passes the house that aught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot
The marcedo de las pulgas is open
Murkha offers a respectful token
The ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls
To get to the sandhya murkha halls
On the left is a woodpile
Seeing him pass even the kernel of divine love smiles
Deep within the far off jungle
The thakuras are dancing without bungle
Resting with grace and happiness
Peacocks and parrots in jarikanda danced for Mahaprabhu
Sing this with joy it will put divine love in your heart
Most excellent leis with roses, petals and dahlias
This image can tear your mundane desire apart
Ekadasi with Giridhari’s starry cloak
Bringing hope and delight to all the folk
Sprinting around the southland and past Mahamuni’s post box
Through the lion’s park up the campa hatti hill that rocks
Fixed gear freaks from the university customize your rig
Still the sufferers and cruisers don’t care a fig
Between the lakes is a gaggle of geese
At the shop Murkha and I make peace
He goes round the corner to the cruiser king
Through the treacherous triangle to make the sandhya bell ring
Ratha-bhojana-vrksa receives his bow
Next He and kalarupa see a cow
Hiranya kasipu soft and gold
celebrating the lord protecting his own forceful and bold

2010-09-03T18:08:00.000-07:00

Came in from Thirteenth Street
Taken from an old backdrop
Seamstress put it on Mahaprabhu’s chest
Made his kirta look the best
He first wore it on a Gaura Purnima
Oldest of all but in a new dress
Just how much we are blessed
To the oldest of but in a new dress
Long mum leis tickle their toes
Chasing out our woes
Srimati Gandharvika and Giridhari combine
So Mahaprabhu is always on our minds
Round about the research park out to the main street
Wharf road leads on along the rodeo creek
Pedalers out to beat the fog
Get back before any smog
Has time to set in
A guitar man’s navapatra show is about to begin
Talking with friends goes on outside
He doesn’t even break stride
One asks direction
In a quite inflection
Murkha and I answer then depart
I to the shop and he to serve the lord of everyone’s heart
Bowing to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa keeping the view
Kalarupa is now following him what’s left to do
Welcomed by the quail
Who congregate on the back trail

2010-09-02T18:49:00.000-07:00

Dress Giridhari with a jari mukut in Vrndavana
a jari mukut and orange effulgence
Take a rose and stock lei hang it ‘round his neck
Paint dolphins in far out water sports
And by his mercy witness the limit of cleverness
Hammer to the spaceiest thoroughfare
Laugh and joke with the denizens there
Mix with the cruisers and recreational pedalers
Tour the village sees the suffering revelers
Line all the way along the pavement
treacherous triangle folks watch in amazement
ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls out
bowing in respect the Kalarupa traces the route
welcomed by the private and his wide grin
time for the sandhya to begin
o deer dough is silent
when asked which way Krsna went
Gandharvika Giridhari dance the night away
Enjoying like anything

2010-09-01T17:54:00.000-07:00

Look there now what’s that?
Becarful there are Appliqués
falling all over the altar
recollection that lingers in the mind
destroys darkness
prepare now
Take care purify your heart
Apt for vision of “yantra puri” to reside there
With their cintamani leis
Of roses and smiling dahlias
Chasing away all misery
Gecko and murkha are off to speak with friends
Chat going well till batteries die and it ends
Saluting the ratha-bhojana-vrksa once again
Soon overtaken by six fire engines
Murkha and I pull to the side four times
big planes riding in the sky pour fluid on vines
in the village a skaters perform their tricks
as murkha and I make the pedals click
suffers successfully beat the heat
by hanging ten an ancient feat
at the tennis park I make tracks
while murkha begins his trip back
welcomed by OPT
certainly a surprise to see
Prahlad-a-dad is this night’s dress
Enjoying like anything they take rest
Trying to drown all in happiness

2010-08-31T19:37:00.000-07:00

The Deity's curtain opened
While the pujari offered the flame
The sankirtan began dancing and
Taking the name, chanting the name
Leis that nearly sparkled
Made with tenderness
With pink lilies, spider mums and dahlias
Following the bends of their forms
Murkha and I are spinning
Ploting the route to take
Circling the research park
Over the first highway
Chasing racers but missing
When they run the light
Coming on a line of cruisers
Dipping and weaving
Through their laid back chatter
Contrasting my and Murkha's madness
Blue whales swaying in the breeze at
Seymour's museum
sun keeps moving across the afternoon sky
past Bhakta Blade's kutir
down beach hill
at the shop I depart
as Murkha heeds ratha-bhojana-vrksa's call
The Deity's curtain will open
For the mangala arati
And pujari will offer the flame
To join in the worship and enter the world
That never dies
“in the ninth” nightdress reflecting in their eyes
tailor called the seamstress on the phone
and his words made her groan
your pattern must change
otherwise you'll be waiting so very long
you'd best come here and see
your visit is near it's end
and I know you just don't have the time
you don't want to waste it
and not be able to take it home
spider mums and rose leis
will always look so good
if you understand
you can't have it your way
sprinting to the thoroughfare
Murkha and I see a couple on tandem stare
meeting friends a quick talk
then it's time to check the post box
skaters are out under their wool hats
no doubt about it they're cvillage phats
a team of roadies turn their heads up
to avoid the question “'sup?”
between the lakes the geese honk
driftwood piles for when the sufferers bonk
parting at the shop the usual place
the treacherous triangle leads Murkha to base
bowing to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa
kalarupa follows him to get some siksa
cottontails welcome him in
then the sandhya begins
midnight blue laughing lion with lemon yellow
offered the disappearance of an awful fellow
sunburst effulgi and puspa boarder
their lion charms laughed from higher quarter

2010-08-29T17:12:00.000-07:00

I was born right at midnight
While all the cats were chased away
Curtain drawn across the altar
Thakuras had been placed in bed
Sounds mix with aromas outside the window
Riksaw wallas and street vendors in the dark
Pink lilies roses and petals makes the leis
Captures all beings attention
Gurudeva fans the spark
Murkha and I are out to pedal
Another afternoon soaking up the rays
Taking on Cyrus’ thoroughfare
Seeing the fixed gear freaks
Tease the cruisers who
venture into their own territory
in search of the next clue
I take leave between the lakes
Murkha has what it takes
Bowing to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa
Kalarupa follows him home
After the sandhya go to the altar
Neatly change the Thakura’s clothes
The kernel of divine love sings some bhajanas
Dress them in “deep within the far off jungle”
Soon Gurudeva will call us home
Tales oft have been told explaining luminaries
In the sky the moon seems to holding a rabbit
Look at the altar thakuras in silver and gold
From Gaura Purnima some time ago
So fortunate that Gurudeva has taught
How to tap into pure love
Fragrance of tube rose, pink lilies and roses leis
Became like guru
As it revealed itself and the taste for service too
Pedaling through the wind
Murkha and I were slowed down to a spin
Fixed gear freaks and cruisers too
All saw wind chilled sufferers turned blue
When the ratha-bhojana-vrksa quietly calls
And Murkha answers bowing his head
Kalarupa comes along to be led
Vijaya is ending his day
as he welcomes Murkha back from the fray
now at the time for their rest
yellow and gold soft silk is their dress