Three divine came from the east
Dressed in pink and green
They said they’d come from a land most high
And invite all there to serve.
They tell of enjoyment there, things way above our heads
Quoting slokas and singing songs ‘till mundane desire was dead
Prakriti did her level best all souls to reclaim
Just stay here in my domain and I will make you king.
But the servants of these divine to be strongest at last
For there is no fuel for mundane gain, profit or success
Without their own consent
The ratha-bhojana-vrksa was waiting to receive my folded palms today as I creped along the long and winding road to meet the gecko. We went through the southland to the post box of Mahamuni and on to the lion’s park. Making the right we change lanes to take a left for the florist’s hill. One beast’s driver calls out “Hey where are you going?” we don’t respond. She pulls her beast alongside and shouts “YOU”RE OLD ENOUGH TO KNOW BETTER!” the beasts are always more upset when they can’t break a routine so we just make our left and don’t look back.
On the wharf road the gecko says “Seems to be more traffic today” later Bhakta Blade sings to me a song of how a trillion brussel sprouts have been dumped by a brontosaurus on the freeway and people exit to avoid the soup. Along the opal cliff the peddlers had taken shelter from the beasts and we wove in and out till we came to the point of the hook. Some of the beasts were there but not quite as many as the street before so we continued between the lakes. At the natasala night arrived with it’s purple legions and we had counter with leds. Our attack took us back to the long and winding via the harbor and the tennis park. Our next move was along the toad’s road where we sprinted past the basketball park to the wharf road. Arriving at the long and winding and bowing to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa the kalarupa paced us to the sandhya who was pleased we hadn’t come as ghostly figures out of the purple legions.
Bhatka Blade was in form this evening while we helped Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari into their Lotus Nails nightdress. He said that an old house in Washington would now have its bowling alley removed and replace it with a basketball court. He gave me a description of the brussel sprout invasion from a beast driver’s perspective. “Why were we stopping?” “I thought it was a crash or something. But when I got to the scene of the problem I immediately saw it was an over turned brontosaurus and the sprouts were covering everything forever. They even had filled the gulch by the side of the road.” and though I asked for contrast points he would award none and so we put them to bed hoping they enjoyed his stories.