Going all the way to Navadvip to hear at the divine master's feet
Recording to be published and sent across the known universe
White silk satin adorned with gold along with crystal crowns and turban break the light in colors to be seen only with the eyes you've not used yet leis with roses, marigolds, zinnias and petals red rhododendron the saffron ones have all been cut perhaps a spell coming across the universe finally got them
The gecko and I start off together today to bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. Touring the southland to the main road on our way to Mahamuni's post box. From the post box to the wharf road dodging beasts as we go. The opal cliff is ready for us today without ups and downs. The sufferers are in force as each day along the east cliff. Lots of people with their dogs playing in the pedaler's lane so we have to weave between them the posts and the beasts to get to the house of costumes. Then the redone road where old toffee nose jumps from the bushes and on the road he quickly slashes his dear most green pen all along the ground of this sentence just to feel himself far superior in intelligence to us others at the shop the gecko takes his leave and I go to the reviewing stand where cruiser king joins me there and gets me to Ms. Gault who delivers us through the triangle we sprint between the lakes where one fire is already going out but another is just begun as we return to the opal cliff the king excuses himself and I go on to the wharf road to the long and winding where I fold my palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and the kalarupa once again ushers me to the sandhya where everyone is already in waiting for the clock to strike the hour and begin again the age old worship.
Slipping into the Hiranya kasipu night dress they dance late into the night as the overcast reflects the heat and cuts the chill just a bit.
Going all the way to Navadvip to hear at the divine master's feet
Recording to be published and sent across the known universe
White silk satin adorned with gold along with crystal crowns and turban break the light in colors to be seen only with the eyes you've not used yet leis with roses, marigolds, zinnias and petals red rhododendron the saffron ones have all been cut perhaps a spell coming across the universe finally got them
The gecko and I start off together today to bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. Touring the southland to the main road on our way to Mahamuni's post box. From the post box to the wharf road dodging beasts as we go. The opal cliff is ready for us today without ups and downs. The sufferers are in force as each day along the east cliff. Lots of people with their dogs playing in the pedaler's lane so we have to weave between them the posts and the beasts to get to the house of costumes. Then the redone road where old toffee nose jumps from the bushes and on the road he quickly slashes his dear most green pen all along the ground of this sentence just to feel himself far superior in intelligence to us others at the shop the gecko takes his leave and I go to the reviewing stand where cruiser king joins me there and gets me to Ms. Gault who delivers us through the triangle we sprint between the lakes where one fire is already going out but another is just begun as we return to the opal cliff the king excuses himself and I go on to the wharf road to the long and winding where I fold my palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and the kalarupa once again ushers me to the sandhya where everyone is already in waiting for the clock to strike the hour and begin again the age old worship.
Slipping into the Hiranya kasipu night dress they dance late into the night as the overcast reflects the heat and cuts the chill just a bit.
Going all the way to Navadvip to hear at the divine master's feet
Recording to be published and sent across the known universe
White silk satin adorned with gold along with crystal crowns and turban break the light in colors to be seen only with the eyes you've not used yet leis with roses, marigolds, zinnias and petals red rhododendron the saffron ones have all been cut perhaps a spell coming across the universe finally got them
The gecko and I start off together today to bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. Touring the southland to the main road on our way to Mahamuni's post box. From the post box to the wharf road dodging beasts as we go. The opal cliff is ready for us today without ups and downs. The sufferers are in force as each day along the east cliff. Lots of people with their dogs playing in the pedaler's lane so we have to weave between them the posts and the beasts to get to the house of costumes. Then the redone road where old toffee nose jumps from the bushes and on the road he quickly slashes his dear most green pen all along the ground of this sentence just to feel himself far superior in intelligence to us others at the shop the gecko takes his leave and I go to the reviewing stand where cruiser king joins me there and gets me to Ms. Gault who delivers us through the triangle we sprint between the lakes where one fire is already going out but another is just begun as we return to the opal cliff the king excuses himself and I go on to the wharf road to the long and winding where I fold my palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and the kalarupa once again ushers me to the sandhya where everyone is already in waiting for the clock to strike the hour and begin again the age old worship.
Slipping into the Hiranya kasipu night dress they dance late into the night as the overcast reflects the heat and cuts the chill just a bit.
Going all the way to Navadvip to hear at the divine master's feet
Recording to be published and sent across the known universe
White silk satin adorned with gold along with crystal crowns and turban break the light in colors to be seen only with the eyes you've not used yet leis with roses, marigolds, zinnias and petals red rhododendron the saffron ones have all been cut perhaps a spell coming across the universe finally got them
The gecko and I start off together today to bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. Touring the southland to the main road on our way to Mahamuni's post box. From the post box to the wharf road dodging beasts as we go. The opal cliff is ready for us today without ups and downs. The sufferers are in force as each day along the east cliff. Lots of people with their dogs playing in the pedaler's lane so we have to weave between them the posts and the beasts to get to the house of costumes. Then the redone road where old toffee nose jumps from the bushes and on the road he quickly slashes his dear most green pen all along the ground of this sentence just to feel himself far superior in intelligence to us others at the shop the gecko takes his leave and I go to the reviewing stand where cruiser king joins me there and gets me to Ms. Gault who delivers us through the triangle we sprint between the lakes where one fire is already going out but another is just begun as we return to the opal cliff the king excuses himself and I go on to the wharf road to the long and winding where I fold my palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and the kalarupa once again ushers me to the sandhya where everyone is already in waiting for the clock to strike the hour and begin again the age old worship.
Slipping into the Hiranya kasipu night dress they dance late into the night as the overcast reflects the heat and cuts the chill just a bit.
Going all the way to Navadvip to hear at the divine master's feet
Recording to be published and sent across the known universe
White silk satin adorned with gold along with crystal crowns and turban break the light in colors to be seen only with the eyes you've not used yet leis with roses, marigolds, zinnias and petals red rhododendron the saffron ones have all been cut perhaps a spell coming across the universe finally got them
The gecko and I start off together today to bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. Touring the southland to the main road on our way to Mahamuni's post box. From the post box to the wharf road dodging beasts as we go. The opal cliff is ready for us today without ups and downs. The sufferers are in force as each day along the east cliff. Lots of people with their dogs playing in the pedaler's lane so we have to weave between them the posts and the beasts to get to the house of costumes. Then the redone road where old toffee nose jumps from the bushes and on the road he quickly slashes his dear most green pen all along the ground of this sentence just to feel himself far superior in intelligence to us others at the shop the gecko takes his leave and I go to the reviewing stand where cruiser king joins me there and gets me to Ms. Gault who delivers us through the triangle we sprint between the lakes where one fire is already going out but another is just begun as we return to the opal cliff the king excuses himself and I go on to the wharf road to the long and winding where I fold my palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and the kalarupa once again ushers me to the sandhya where everyone is already in waiting for the clock to strike the hour and begin again the age old worship.
Slipping into the Hiranya kasipu night dress they dance late into the night as the overcast reflects the heat and cuts the chill just a bit.
Going all the way to Navadvip to hear at the divine master's feet
Recording to be published and sent across the known universe
White silk satin adorned with gold along with crystal crowns and turban break the light in colors to be seen only with the eyes you've not used yet leis with roses, marigolds, zinnias and petals red rhododendron the saffron ones have all been cut perhaps a spell coming across the universe finally got them
The gecko and I start off together today to bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. Touring the southland to the main road on our way to Mahamuni's post box. From the post box to the wharf road dodging beasts as we go. The opal cliff is ready for us today without ups and downs. The sufferers are in force as each day along the east cliff. Lots of people with their dogs playing in the pedaler's lane so we have to weave between them the posts and the beasts to get to the house of costumes. Then the redone road where old toffee nose jumps from the bushes and on the road he quickly slashes his dear most green pen all along the ground of this sentence just to feel himself far superior in intelligence to us others at the shop the gecko takes his leave and I go to the reviewing stand where cruiser king joins me there and gets me to Ms. Gault who delivers us through the triangle we sprint between the lakes where one fire is already going out but another is just begun as we return to the opal cliff the king excuses himself and I go on to the wharf road to the long and winding where I fold my palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and the kalarupa once again ushers me to the sandhya where everyone is already in waiting for the clock to strike the hour and begin again the age old worship.
Slipping into the Hiranya kasipu night dress they dance late into the night as the overcast reflects the heat and cuts the chill just a bit.
Going all the way to Navadvip to hear at the divine master's feet
Recording to be published and sent across the known universe
White silk satin adorned with gold along with crystal crowns and turban break the light in colors to be seen only with the eyes you've not used yet leis with roses, marigolds, zinnias and petals red rhododendron the saffron ones have all been cut perhaps a spell coming across the universe finally got them
The gecko and I start off together today to bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. Touring the southland to the main road on our way to Mahamuni's post box. From the post box to the wharf road dodging beasts as we go. The opal cliff is ready for us today without ups and downs. The sufferers are in force as each day along the east cliff. Lots of people with their dogs playing in the pedaler's lane so we have to weave between them the posts and the beasts to get to the house of costumes. Then the redone road where old toffee nose jumps from the bushes and on the road he quickly slashes his dear most green pen all along the ground of this sentence just to feel himself far superior in intelligence to us others at the shop the gecko takes his leave and I go to the reviewing stand where cruiser king joins me there and gets me to Ms. Gault who delivers us through the triangle we sprint between the lakes where one fire is already going out but another is just begun as we return to the opal cliff the king excuses himself and I go on to the wharf road to the long and winding where I fold my palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and the kalarupa once again ushers me to the sandhya where everyone is already in waiting for the clock to strike the hour and begin again the age old worship.
Slipping into the Hiranya kasipu night dress they dance late into the night as the overcast reflects the heat and cuts the chill just a bit.
Going all the way to Navadvip to hear at the divine master's feet
Recording to be published and sent across the known universe
White silk satin adorned with gold along with crystal crowns and turban break the light in colors to be seen only with the eyes you've not used yet leis with roses, marigolds, zinnias and petals red rhododendron the saffron ones have all been cut perhaps a spell coming across the universe finally got them
The gecko and I start off together today to bow to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. Touring the southland to the main road on our way to Mahamuni's post box. From the post box to the wharf road dodging beasts as we go. The opal cliff is ready for us today without ups and downs. The sufferers are in force as each day along the east cliff. Lots of people with their dogs playing in the pedaler's lane so we have to weave between them the posts and the beasts to get to the house of costumes. Then the redone road where old toffee nose jumps from the bushes and on the road he quickly slashes his dear most green pen all along the ground of this sentence just to feel himself far superior in intelligence to us others at the shop the gecko takes his leave and I go to the reviewing stand where cruiser king joins me there and gets me to Ms. Gault who delivers us through the triangle we sprint between the lakes where one fire is already going out but another is just begun as we return to the opal cliff the king excuses himself and I go on to the wharf road to the long and winding where I fold my palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and the kalarupa once again ushers me to the sandhya where everyone is already in waiting for the clock to strike the hour and begin again the age old worship.
Slipping into the Hiranya kasipu night dress they dance late into the night as the overcast reflects the heat and cuts the chill just a bit.