she smiles and says "I won't let you crash to the ground" while by the kunda Giridhari plays his flute meditating on her lotus feet purple, yellow & purple, & sky blue with paisleys that the indians call mangos it's Hrdaya Mandire with gerbera and roses in the leis

from the ashram in the foothills to the point of pleasure between the drops once again today like a thousand days before trying to catch a few rogue rays new feeling weaving through the beasts glasses keeping our eyes dry we take them by surprise over the sea in spite of the drops the gulls fly i hear a distant plea "come back wake me" our feet hammering on instinct fast ratha-bhojana-vrksa smiles but knows our speed can last the phoenix for rest behind the curtain pujari laughs aloud