Deep forest green as the curtain is opened
Arati starting on time with black and silver trim
The devoted falling flat like a stick
Taking the name in their good faith
All serving willing now gurudeva teachs how
to get free from the material quicksand
daisies and roses
leis tickling their toeses
thakuras are ready for the program Sunday
spinning to the south encircling the research park
a picnic of lions near the campa hatti
a convention of skaters coming down the hill
performing tricks but Murkha and I are merely passing by
at the harbor the boats are tethered
people are lined up ‘round the corner
for the show at the natasala
I take my leave at the shop while Murkha goes by
Cruiser king on the way to treacherous triangle
heeding the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa
hammering with the kalarupa to make the sandhya on time
greeted again by cecil bruner
touch that kills is the nightdress.
Red Chinese silk has them dancing on the whirl of the padma
through the mangal arati