while walking through Jarakhanda forest one day two parrots landed on Mahaprabhu's hand that must have been magic listening to the wonderful things they said krsna katha extraordinaire filled his head before they hid themselves but here they've chosen to appear on the clothes in the mukuts and the glorious cape large and bold increasing the beauty of the leis of roses cycle babble and i once again cycling through a storm between the drops we go just before the rainbows form there are sufferers in the curl at the beach they begin to whirl seeing us on the path they begin to laugh not knowing how we're passing through the storm this season of the year it's quite the norm and the clouds above keep us warm no we're not melting in the storm treacherous triangle ahead cross street's light is red so we scamper through there's the famous house where even strawberries are choc-o-lot too the market is closed by the rain ratha-bhojana-vrksa accepts our prayers again and grants us we'll make the ceremony of the bells mi ray is there he's the most valuable prayer gets us in with bells on even if they know we've been gone they can't tell how long in the evening Krsna is a brahmacari with his orange kirta and dhoti they dance throughout the night by their own effulgent light