There is a feeling the 1486 is going to be the year
that Radha and Krsna descend combined together
the world has all reason to be optimistic
‘cause when yellow and blue combine as green
they’ll spread incomparable mercy
and the people will be able to bear the age of kali
leis of roses with petals so precisely folded
they look as though they are whole flowers also
the spacey highway has so much to say that the batteries are almost run down. Pedalers are again dressed like Eskimos. Teams are wearing booties and layering wool while the errand runners are wearing big coats. The fixed gear folks laugh at all this and dress as if it were July. The solstice has come so the trend will begin to reverse and the light will return. Still this evening Murka and I spend much time under the lights. The pompous grass marks the path back to the asrama where Murka jumps the chain and trudges up the muddy path.
Bhakta Blade is there dressing Giridhari. Murka points out that Giridhari’s nose jewel is missing and Bhakta Blade finds it in Giridhari’s hair. So many adventures during the dressing, he also had stoked the fire so high once again that they didn’t need chodders.