jeweling all the peacock feathers is increasing fun exponentially sometimes it's so wonderful i must jump and shout this must be ecstasy leis of roses that wrap around their bending forms sunshine great for cycling in the afternoon round by the university we see the sea gull and his guest he asks how we been and says good luck with the rest round the south land back to fold our hands respecting ratha-bhojana-vrksa we both ask "isn't this grand?" it's the mellow fellow who welcomes us in everyone is in the bells are about to begin orange with purple with some february baby's bling dressed for rest they go on enjoying like anything this night's shades of purple bring something cool someone who can take us from the mundane pool this dress such an arrangement of purple spectrum all our loneliness and longing be gone with this darsana intensifying the rose leis and this one is called in Guru Maharaja's words "I was born at midnight" now in the afternoon we'll put a smile on our face turn that frown upside down and all spinning down to where the sufferer thakura stands tall shaking off that dust that collects in our minds and hides our true selves as when we round the natural bridge's shelves back round bhakta blade's kutir cruiser king says he'll get us home from here so we sprint past the chocolate strawberry treacherous triangle's fairy getting ready for bells hada madrina welcomes us home bells begin while the priest chants "Om" black brown and red phoenix bird tonight's dress or at least that's the word