look at the jeweled feathers like ones on the peacock among the animals in the jungle this darsana will make ordinary desire crumble full rose leis mixed with gerbera daisies cascading to their toes a little lazy cycle babble and i are out and about it within and without the casual cyclists to the hook, the cove the harbor up beach hill the sufferer thakura with a twist to the natural bridge with the sea lions and the sea gulls are flying circle spinner's church round about the corner perch treacherous triangle and the whaler's detail hammering by marcedo de los pulgas we won't fail ratha-bhojana-vrksa watches our palms fold as we sprint through the cold kernel of divine love says "hey" as we come in for bells it's all well nightdress before ekadasi is called synchronicity cause round the world all the thakuras seemed to get that color contemplate it