colors are tricky they aren't always as simple as they seem what looks blue to me oft times to the seamstress sees green the real truth is known only to the supreme hypnotist you'll see as he likes and be overcome in the waves of bliss with full rose leis swaying in time with the dance everyone is glad cycle babble and i sprint the jungle path knowing there's seva to be had either with pace line leaders or those who's mantra says "just ride" we're never alone the main street takes us past campa hatti, thru saint dagwood's park round about to sufferer thakura and the wild trail where all levels play we smile in a short while and realize we're ever happy this way turn home over the first highway along the sweet road rich tulips remind us this route never gets old ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees us bow happy he's pleased to see us moving quickly now the kernel of divine love welcomes us back and the bells give us a ring illuminated from within and without devotees sing orange nightdress another panel set they happily enjoy their pastimes and take rest