Purple mixed with the lime green,
The silver jewelry completes the scene
Even the backdrop makes it into the rhyme
Of the “is it tomorrow or just the end of time?”
Sorry but i've to close the curtain while i offer the leis
yellow roses, carnations and leaves will go fine
From the asrama, respecting the tree then making a right at the main road light passing the pet's pal and the grocery
the wharf road and pointing around to the hook. The east cliff and sunny cove lead me on to the public radio. The redone road and the pavement by the railroad bridge with the boardwalk just behind where the kingdom of Neptune stands. Around the bend to the place where the stars of the morning rise. Stopping in for a chat. By the time i come out the lights have come on. Each pedaler has their own version from those on their helmet, the handlebar mounts and the generators as many as there are pedalers. The gecko is sleeping as i pass and the dog wash is quiet. Around by the hospital and the astanga yoga institute. The junction where miss Betty serves burgers. There's the harbor up ahead. Cars go by and some pedalers not under the lights, they must be on stealth missions. Dropping into the tennis park to sample a shallot or two. Back on the way to the asrama and between the lakes. The windmill is lit up, rare for this time of the evening. Now it seems that every other pedaler i see is in on this massive stealth mission. Around the opal cliff where a jogger's shoes shine in my light. A steady cadence as we come to the soccer pitch street. Around to the meridian and meeting the trader. Coming out it's time to get onto the main road to the winding road to respect the tree once more. On back to the asrama for the ratri kalina bhoga offering.
In the chill of the evening chodders have returned. A lion on the chase this evening. From the Nrsinghacaturdasi offerings a few years back. The lila continues on into the night.