waking the thakuras in the morning thinking how the devotees will be adoring there's only a few minutes before the curtain will be opening knowing how they'll be decorated with full rose leis anticipated pink and white from Guru Maharaja's vyasa puja some call "pasture media time" siting a verse in Srila Prabhupada's poem others more dreamily see the crystaly effulgence rose clusters like frosting say it looks like a wedding cake all depends on your taste afternoon calls cycle babble and i on to the point of the hook on to the sufferer thakura to have a look at he and his flock in in their words the crystal cathedral, the tube so speak the heards on to the mission at the beginning of town a recumbent group goes around circle spinner's church and Bhakta Blade's kutir soaking up the holy atmosphere round the corner and make shift shrine treacherous triangle is smooth and fine ratha-bhojana-vrksa folds our palms smiling as we go on the cherub says "hey!" and leads us to bells becoming enveloped in the incense smell red and creamy white will give them a thrill at sunrise bells see the thakuras in 'The touch that kills'