Katha so high just how is it possible to come from a mouth so small as my own?
Come down the stairs climb into a riksaw going on parikrama of Navadvipa dham
Sasra tirtha in my kamandalu
One dozen mahajanas chanting their gayatri meditating on Om
Mahaprabhu peeking through curtains drawn being dressed in his Sunday best
“Follow the Angles” they'll take us all home
Petal leis with gerbera daisies short but not too big around
Ratha-bhojana-vrksa keeps on calling me out to pedal among the folks. The rain was made of cats and dogs today. Through the morning they came bursting in. Some how they got the afternoon off and allowed the peddlers to take over. The tour continues. Pedaling the main road past the florist to the curve and over the bridge to the tennis park. The redone road to where the gecko waits to meet me and we pedal up the coast to get to the finish line to watch the racers come in. Then it's back for the sandhya the gecko stops at his shop and I go on to the harbor and the windmill. The big road leads over a bridge and past our uncle's house then the long and winding road where the tree is happy to see me offering respect. The asrama drive and the sound of the karatalas are in the air it's time for the sandhya and to hear the motorcycle sloka slinger speak the truth in his unique style.
The touch that kills the Chinese silk of red and creamy white and they could have danced all night.