on the battle field you hear the young man say "Govinda i shall not fight" as his bow slips from his shoulder Gandharvika and her friends who come after the battle her friends see she needs service the most making that place seva's toast red and white rose petals and whole make the leis are beautified by their capes and Giridhari's jacket while Srimati Gandharvika's has a hood atop it cycle babble and i are off again under the first highway to a healthy emporium to where the opals are to the point the cove, natasala round the corner thru treacherous triangle where one is scorned skater's hill and campa hatti folding our palms so ratha-bhojana-vrksa can see passing by a flower power cycle had us stop to think as we got to asrama's gate kernel of divine love gives a wink ceremony of the bells is on for rest they dress in the laughing lion waiting to smile upon all who come to see them at dawn