Tailor made the dhotis backward acts as if there’s nothing wrong
I’m looking in the closet wondering where the seamstress has gone
Devotees getting restless and the kirtan starts to rock
Raw sabji blows his horn and as the curtain opens even the New Zeland Prabhu smiles
Sumanas flower leis just like every Wednesday what else do I have to say?
The ratha-bhojana-vrksa lets me go after I bow in respect. Chasing up the sandalwood hill near the dog wash to get a pail of ranch seeds. The gecko meets me there and we sprint to the village. The wharf has a band playing on.. Under a bridge on snob hill ketu’s eternal consort appeared driving a white convertible and her coat was perfect . We laugh looking at the license plate. In the west cliff there must have been at least one thousand pelicans landing in the bay as one.
A couple of the teams waved again and even asked us how we been. By the time we got to the long and winding we had given it all we had so the gecko took his leave and I limped up to the sandhya.
Oh deer dough have you see Krsna? The nightdress this evening Bhakta Blade is fast as ever since he’s in he is under the nidra energy. Still through it all Gandhavika Giridhari go on enjoying like anything.