SGM and his entourage came and now things just aren't the same
dedicating spirit running high, coming down from the spiritual sky
confusing the mundane mind with the question "is it tomorrow? or just the end of time?"
Full rose garlands today. "The shortest one is for Gandharvika" the maker told me. "Who got the short one?" maker checked to see, "Gandharvika, by your decree" "Really? Oh gee!"
Pedaling in the usual route from asrama, around the curve over Saint Dagwood's past the basketball park, the fruit market, and the soccer pitch. Around the opal cliff and then the point, the windmill and the public radio. Left on the redone road and the gecko says there's no excuse for me. On down to see the stars tonight, to look at them on the rise. Then back by the skater's park the sidewalk by the boardwalk and the railroad bridge over the saint's river. Past the hot cross buns and an ebike. Back between the lakes at the sunny cove a gasoline powered pedaler came past and i couldn't keep up. The east cliff helps me past the king's market. The sandhya beckoned and i followed.
The lion on the chase tonight the night it was for anyway. Giridhari is dancing.