"hey boys i'll take you home with me a voice said as a butter fluttered by come laughing and dancing just walk along with me i've got such grace more than enough to spare many lives you've past perhaps you can't remember but you've been making a spiritual journey many masters have come trying to reach you as you've searched for what you want to know come along into this forest where all beings are persons and this funny little symphony is conducted by the true master playing on his bamboo flute" thakuras in green and red with leis of tuberoses marigolds and others that may not even have a name cycle babble and i are blazing down the road last week's rain clouds have been turned into silver linings as we pedal through the sunshine of another afternoon there are people in pace lines and still others running errands some on long boards where water begins and beach ends over the harbor all the boats have gone sailing as we round the corner the daylight has begun failing got to race back before we can't be seen bow to ratha-bhojana-vrksa our joy approaches supreme and as we cross into the ashram we're greeted by mi ray ceremony of the bells marks another junction of the day now the thakuras dress for dancing in dreamy chinese silk enjoying like anything in movements smooth as milk