making ghee on sunday and i was impressed the foam on top's color looks so much like this dress so i went to see the altar and got there just in time to be seen by the very best friend of mine i pray that this picture of the beige, rust, and avocado colors with their chodders floating along in waves followed by the rose, sweet william and surya puspa leis it's a narrow street outside the ashram where some cycle in the middle but cycle babble and i stay to the right side carefully looking forward 'cause it's not so very wide hammering on main street past the campa hatti on the right slowing a bit for the changing light through the park and up beach hill round spinner's church waiting for the thrill of seeing sufferer thakura observing the champions of the world suffering in the lane with their banners unfurled spinning on to the bridges and the wild trail returning for the waking we know we can't fail first highway crosses under the rise sprinting a little harder with the sun still in our eyes ratha-bhojana-vrksa gets our respect entering the ashram the mellow fellow collects flowers for the ceremony of the bells mixed with the incense and other exotic smells in the evening hiranya kasipu is the nightdress yellow and gold silk smoothes away distress mangle arati with an extra hour for everyone to arrive to see how beauty conquers power