Layers and layers of seva all around it really doesn't matter if you're up or down
praying they're there in pleasure or misery which ever it is Guru's grace broke maya's hold on me. He teaches me the world is in the mind, oh it's true not just tomorrow but 'till the end of time. Sumanas flower leis swing 'round their necks ecstatic feelings a bushel and peck confirmed by the guru-sadhu-sastra check
Off to see the stars of the morning time. Keeps me on the path of health and spiritual wealth. Offering respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa i meet the gecko. We decide to take the long way round. Past Mahamuni's post box and up the snob hill. The wharf leads past the opal cliff. We are pedaling together seeing many sufferers and beach cruisers. We weave in and out of them all keeping the clock in mind after all the stars are appearing at half past the hour. We arrive early enough to circle around once more. Past the ped es trains and single speed freaks. Then taking darsan of the stars and taking off to the neighborhood of the Bhakta Blade kutir. Instead of stopping in we view the sufferer thakur. Along the railroad bridge and seeing the 'supermen' on the mountain boys ramps we speed past the leaping monque. He takes his leave at his shop and i gingerly make it through the triangle and the florist's. The hospital lot and the bank give me cover to get to the long and winding and bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where a deer crosses the road saying hmmm... there's something you don't see everyday, a boy on a small horse with round legs.
It's a miracle mom that this outfit was complete for Vyasa puja. "You're good" one local muni told me but i replied "You say that to all the pujaris" Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari go on enjoying this and other banter of the devotees.