Frolicking in Vrndavana’s pasture kalpa vrksas growing devotion so rare allows the cowboys to be frolicking in Vrndavana’s pasture herding their cows without a care and laughing taking lunch with Krsna of butter, milk, yogurt and cream this morning such a nice and clear dream.
Leis of sumanas flowers against the pink, white and silver on this purnima day
With Vyahu still in town pedaling continues. Ratha-bhojana-vrksa respect to you. Through the parking lots over the bridge past the florist and a cruiser along with a student who is traveling with the toffee nose and neither of them can tolerate any such fragment full thought complete thought even if the sentence goes on for two hundred pages you must have all the elements in place. College students are so wonderful. The gecko joins me on my way to Bhakta Blade’s bhajan kutir. Several vans announce “Caution runner on the road” They have a relay from the bay to the vineyards. We go on to the road out of town but take the right and go back to the railroad bridge and observe the mountain men, those magnificent men on their all terrain machines. Through the downtown with the flying monque on the right and the toffee nose is on the left once again throwing his green flag. “You can’t call that a sentence!!!!!!!!!!! Where is the subject? Where is the verb? Where did you go to school? Ignoring his taunts we go on to the shopper’s corner where the gecko takes my leave to go home for the weekend. The cruiser king watches from his reviewing stand as I sprint to the long and winding road. The tree nods as I bow in respect. The sandhya calls me back and I dust one of the visitors.
The touch that kills tonight and they dance dance dance under the light of the moon they dance by the light of the moon