Cleverness reaches his limit when Giridhari
Makes his queen of devotion close her eyes in her own emotion of shyness
Then while the queen is looking down he paints dolphins in sporting play
The blue is home of the dolphins while the orange gives life to their young and daring actions
They’re all pervaded by divine love just ask the rsis their word is everything
Leis nearly not but petals and leaves in the hands of a pinch hitter become a rainbow of color in their most high play.
The ratha-bhojana-vrksa is urging us to long as we offer respect today, despite the frosty afternoon it’ll be alright. So the gecko and I spin along the main road past the campa hatti and the clank of the aluminum bat field. The whalers are inside and we keep going posting a card to the east. Forward march at the corner to the leaping monque the sufferer thakura looks cold standing without a coat but we carry on to the natural bridge then to Seymour’s museum where the great blue whale awaits and the guides demonstrate just how to cut bait and even the best of the golden state must sometimes contemplate the purpose of this mundane play then we turn to the mission where the fixed gear heads chide us for having freewheels the mountain men are on their ramps swirling and dancing a performance for the sun at the shop the gecko takes leave and I sprint for the long and winding via the peddler’s ramp once of the folks sees me bowing to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and tries to watch the fun of the kalarupa and I nip and tucking to the sandhya once there he says I knew that was you by the way you were hammering!
In the ninth this evening and the fire is stoked high even though so many are present to add heat agnideva’s friend comes rushing in from the chill outside to put more logs on to the timing of an hour glass for in his uttria is cold air lurking round the folds and in between, and likes to keep his head shaved clean, he calls it his clean bean