The risis say he’s a smooth dancing actor
A blue flower pushed over his left ear
To believe it is my benefit
Every step’s a dance in his home
He’s a smooth dancing actor
And a jotish told a friend in his last life he was maharaja of Jaipur
The illusion he weaves is as good as gold
With his flute in his jeweled hands he charms millions of cupids
he speaks in riddles while the cowgirls listen
“you shouldn’t be out here in the dead of night
just go on home”
with wild rose leis he’s dancing behind the velvet curtain
inviting all to leave the maya zone
straight to the spacey highway but there is so much traffic on the main street that Gecko and I make the right and then a u turn to find the in trance a new follower there and then off to the egg sit. The hook has sufferers galore enjoying the waves like anything. Between the lakes the geese honk and the sufferers party. Rivers of a lost coast are at the natasala. Leave is taken after the trader is circled. I go through the triangle and past the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. The tennis park is on the right and the toad road takes me home to the place I belong, folding my palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa on the long and winding road. The ceremony begins after trying to convince the private to go and collect the kernel of divine love.
Helping Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari into their deep within the far off jungle nightdress a gentle rain begins to fall. Signaling a successful day. Gandharvika’s nose jewel plays a trick and hides for a time but is ultimately found just before the light goes out.