the posse's riding again that is pink and green with Giridhari's uber long leis curling 'round his lotus foot he gently smiles at all from the simhasana with the crystals on his embroidered jacket leis are all quite long of full roses the grower happily offers as a gift clouds clear the sun peaks through showing cycle babble and i the trail is new so much fun remembering the posse pink and green the point of the hook where the sufferers are in the curl spring equinox now the sun will unfurl we've been under electric light all winter long casual cyclists everywhere stayed in while we were spinning deep in our heart the changing season no longer keeps us apart we saw some families pedaling today weaving in and out round the about saint dagwood's river trail brings us back thru treacherous triangle whalers sing with detail while the hubcaps jangle ratha-bhojana-vrksa smiles while we bow on the left is a longhorn cow coming up the hill is the ashram gate crossing over straight mellow fellow has arms held high bells are coming making consciousness fly lotus nails the nightdress look one way it's orange but from another it's green come for sunrise bells to be seen