I was born at the stroke of midnight
While a guard stood at the door
Keep the evil spirits at bay
Glossy haze rises from the road
Ghosts take the form of cats under cover of darkness
Many spider mums make the leis move
Sit on their shoulders with style and grace
Ignited by the sunshine of the afternoon
Murkha and I cross the first highway at a sprinter's pace
Putting the fixed gear freaks and cruisers neatly away
Between the lakes the geese honk at sufferers' boards
At the natasala I take my leave but Murkha is in full flight
Recumbent can't keep up that's the truth
Ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls him back home again
Following the kalarupa cecil bruner welcomes him
Deep within the far off jungle they enjoy like anything.
White with red and olive ribbons no need for other bling
Learning to see the world with eyes tinged with the salve of love divine
Traveling on a flower airplane to arrive at arati time
Amarilys, rose and freesia leis white purple and red
Puspa halo over head
Thakuras seeming ten feet tall in their yellow and blue
Wafting mundane mustiness from the recesses of my mind
Murkha and I are pedaling to hear friends articulate
Spinning to elucidate
Kids swinging in the lion's park
Sufferers out on a lark
I take leave at the natasala while Murkha takes the street to the north
Raising cain through the treacherous triangle pedaling for all he's worth
Heeding the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa's call
Kalarupa imitating Murkha's who's there drawl
At the sandhya greeted by the kernel of divine love
Hiranya Kasipu nightdress
The demon sat on Nrsimha's lap
Now it's time for their long evening nap
They'll get up and play till mangala arati