Srimati Gandharvika's sari needs be wrapped a little low otherwise her feet might show and if it's not flared just right it may settle low like the sun's morning and evening light then for emphasis seamstress made a sound that made murka laugh and spin around flowers and bold colors for the first ekadasi day full roses and gerberas in the leis pups mukut and effulgence atop this lifted everyone's spirits to the realm of bliss now cycle babble and i go outside to play on this misty day waiting for the sun but it seems that it won't come unless it's from inside of you a halo for all to view on the main street a group of school boys relishing their student's joy cycle babble looks into their eyes speaks straight to their face with a voice that came from the messenger from inner space other cyclists along the way in their finest rain gear chuckled when they came near enough to hear the incantations from the odd looking pair on that wet afternoon when cyclists were rare spinning between the lakes from tennis park the sky would soon be getting dark so time had come to hammer racing the daylight keeping the pitch on the right on the winding street as you might suspect coming to ratha-bhojana-vrksa we offered respect kumar was there to greet us welcoming us back home appearing like a lawn gnome after the sandhya ended thakuras dressed for rest in a purple outfit when we saw were blessed to get all together didn't take the seemstress long so it's called "it's a miracle mom" have you seen the thakuras today? Sri Giridhari with his jeweled cape swirling about? they happily dance on the simhaasana purple of easter stoles in their dress yellow dhotis Srimati Gandharvika has gold flowers on her veil leis of roses gerbera and other daisies zinnias mums combine so artistically they take refreshment from their devotee's hands anything that they bestow will cycle babble and i never stop how deep does the cycling run in our hearts? as the area grows interstates neighborhood gates will keep all apart well, i don't think so an istaghosti behind Mr.B's shop people speaking with glee one wild cyclist calls out guara premanandi to all the branches of the bhakti tree thru the harbor past the dui cakra sun is putting out it's light sprint thru treacherous triangle and hear the detailer's sankirtana band up the long winding street respecting ratha-bhojana-vrksa forest smells so sweet cotton tails tell cycle babble his day is complete sandhya comes and goes thakuras get ready for rest wearing white with red and olive ribbon "deep within the far off jungle" enjoying the quest