those who make the thakuras clothes somehow seem to know the colors and how they combine into each dress and look so utterly fine they also listen to even the children well for you never can tell who will reveal the next sign and decorate them with full and petal rose leis and see how they swing as the thakuras sway and in the fresh new afternoon spin down the long and winding road to see the sufferers swoon upon the whitecaps of a chilly day round the about beach hill and Bhakta Blades kutir circling the church things become clear and the cobwebs in our brains slowly but surly wane allowing us to follow our dream and return by the cruiser king's smooth as silk and safe as cream greeted by the mellow fellow who didn't ask us why he just joked with us and got us off to bells our spirits follow the kirtan and swell then in the evening the thakuras hear the lions laugh with lemon jellow mukut and effulgence fore and aft laying them down to rest i look at them and sigh and pray to receive divine love for their service and servants