This is devotion
That's way beyond emotion
Gandharvika in the hood has the realization
The highest satisfaction comes in separation
And in the hood there are red, white and black
Where Arjuna said Govinda, I shall not attack
This is devotion
That's way beyond emotion
Leis of roses whole and petaled
So much love put in for them to be assembled
This is devotion
That's way beyond emotion
The gecko and I off to see the morning star we pedal so far passing the ratha-bhojana-vrksa with folded palms we enter the main road. We cross the bridge over the first highway and see one of the folks at the campa hatti. Past the whalers and the post office to the trechorus triangle and on to Saint Dagwood's park. Left at the nava patra and then past the leaping monque to make the right and right again . Right once more to the spot where that perfect light has shown itself. Around the corner to the trader's. circling the trader and crossing the bridge on the way to the shop a where the gecko and I take our leaves. I go past the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-llot. I go on to the peddler's ramp straight to the bear and he says howdy bol!
Each of the thousand tirthas has a name, number and so forth.. In this world of names this night dress has it's own name too. The seamstress can't handle these kinds of explanations.