A delicate hush as the Deities appear
The devotees cry take us from here with service divine allow us a place in the spiritual sky!
Snap dragon leis like snakes that can fly carrying us away by and by.
Old sankirtan heros talk of when they were young, of donations got and wagers they've won well let's catch hold if the feet of the Lord!
The gecko and I begin at a spinning pace and continue it to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa where we bow in respect. Gradually we pick up our pace to the main road and break into a full sprint at good King Midas' throne that takes us round the hospital curve. Slowing a little on the hill over Saint Dagwood's river we pick it up again at the tennis park. Really increasing down the hill to the dip between the lakes. Up the next hill and around to the east cliff where the sufferers are out in the warm air and cold water the road takes us just to the bottom of the point of the hook where we take a right to the opal cliff the warm air has brought out all the joggers, walkers and sufferers we go by and in the opposite side a team goes by in uniform we continue to the wharf road and back to the main road at the long and winding I take the right to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa I fold my palms and take the high five from the kalarupa who begins to pull me to the sandhya who leaps with a checkered flag in hand to show that we've made it on time.
Arrrghh prabhuses! It's the night when Vamsi dasa Babaji comes riding his horse of a different color into Marakata Mani Puri and talking like a pirate, sending folks to Varuna deva's locker and shivering a few timbers along the way, well blow me down!