conscious soaring in the natha mandir by the grace of the angels in their rarified air thakuras in green and yellow drawing us to that serving mellow rose and narcissus leis on this fine day celebration of the passing on a birthday everyone held him quite dear through the overcast cycle babble and i on a blast under the first highway through the opals to the hook of the bay the team flashes by we wave can we keep up, we'll try between the lakes thru saint dagwood's park for goodness sake back on main street hammering fast marcedo de las pulgas round the southland ratha-bhojana-vrksa smiles at our folded hands kumar has put on his puppy dog eyes hypnotizing us "bring me a capati" bells are next as the sun sets in a couple of hours "it's a miracle, mom" is the nightdress made so fast seamstress' head still spins while darsana of the thakuras at morning bells brings unending grins midnight and mercy is descending older brother is making sure no ghosts are disguised as cats plotting to sneak in all the shades of the late night sky are in this dress leis of narcissus and roses have become the norm still their fragrance conquers every nose bringing each to bow before the thakuras spring keeps teasing cycle babble and i we're amazed it's here today sky's clear and we're hooking the point to the cove over the harbor bridge usual play round the corner thru treacherous triangle whalers are chanting attention to detail ratha-bhojana-vrksa winks as we bow as we return vijaya greets us bells are ringing now in the evening white with red and olive ribbon "deep within" is the nightdress again they dance and enjoy like anything all night long 'till morning bells also ring