coming to the natha mandir the curtain opened revealing the sight thakuras smiling bright mukuts and clothes beaded by hand red and turquoise cloth with leis made from roses from the land Mahaprabhu has the prescription to cure our disease breaking maya's spell making us free late afternoon cycle babble and i spin through the jungle such a sight to see hawks and red wing black birds along side buzzing bumble bees at the cove the sufferers are there painted with zinc and products of skin care the harbor to the natasala joined by the cruiser king the toad comes too the derailleurs sing bowing to ratha-bhojana-vrksa he ps pleased kumar welcomes us home we toss a capati for him to seize swarga mega, the heavenly cloud at sunrise bells devotees following footsteps of Mahaprabhu clap loud who wants to be a jnani a karmi or yogi if he could be a bhakta and have Krsna in his hand and who would go to see musicians even in the royal hall if they could see Mahaprabhu, Giridhari and Gandharvika in the arena of pure consciousness fluffy roses make the leis again even a few orchids have been added to the donated pile now in the afternoon cycle babble and i are sprinting through the jungle laughing by the tennis park watching them play over the harbor bridge and natasala where people line up round the block hoping to see the show without delay round the bout to sufferer thakura his flock in the crystal cathedral turning at the abhavana mauli past bhakta blade's kutir through treacherous triangle and the south land without fear ratha-bhojana-vrksa accepts our respect and the kernel of divine love welcomes us back sunset bells begin with the sound of the sank driving out all the planes of ordinary bunk emerald and pink are the evening dress riding on the horse of a different color the babji enters marakatamani purr talking like a pirate