Deep within the forests of old Blighty are the Jacks in the green. These gnomes are given the job to look after all the green creatures during the long winter months. They make sure the snowflakes keep them warm and safe from Mr. Frost and such and in the spring call them all to the front again. They wear the cloak of forest green much the shade of this dress of Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika Giridhari. Among seasons I am flower bearing spring as he swirls around playing his flute for all to align themselves .
The long and winding road from the asrama took me to the post box of Mahamuni and beyond up the snobby hill and down into the village past the wharf and echoes from the woods. The opal cliff took me along to the sunny cove and the windmill. The recumbent pedalers saluted as i passed the public radio and went on to the redone road up to the theater the gecko was happy to see me out after the rain drops had gone away and i arrived past the monkey's place just in time to see the morning star rise. Stopping for an hour or so to talk and dream on i headed back past the skater's park and the old railroad track. The was another cruiser with streamers from it's bars as i climbed the hill to the shopper's corner and keeping the school on my right side went down to the people's park. The dog wash was full and i went to the harbor where the boats were back on the bay between the lakes i knew that i had to sprint around the hook to the point and down the wharf road to return to the long and winding road and the asrama to see the pilgrims off to the land past an imaginary red line somewhere.
This evening i saw Vraja kissing Santa Claus while Mahaprabhu was in his dhoti so white. i should have been fast asleep down the stairs i had sneaked.