Gurudeva came we worshiped him
He worshiped the Deities
He sat us down then and there said you take this service
“Don’t forget the promise you’ve made even just yesterday”
He came back the in the next year he said Gandharvika came here an Indian and now she become an American
A young American
Leis of roses and leaves “I’m going to emphasize with these flowers” the maker said to the once young American who offered them to Gandharvika who’s become an American
Sickness will surely let us pedal where peddlers don’t usually go
And on this amazing journey I went with the gecko. As always we started by bowing our heads to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. Across the main road and on to the southland around back to the main road to the lion’s park up the campa hatti hill then off to the opal cliff pointing to the hook we hammer on between the lakes where the ducks are beginning to return at the harbor we make the right to the natasala and the shop where we part the gecko to his shop and I to the sandhya. Folding my palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and tagging along with the kalarupa just before the bell rings.
Deep within the far off jungle is their nightdress this evening. The chill is a little back but they still might take off as soon as I turn out the light.