surely all good people offer their heads at the lord's feet each day and become satisfied in this simple way following the angels and making themselves a new and transcendental life darsana of this green and yellow cuts the fear of our worried minds like a knife remember all the flowers are for the leis for all the devotees to use arranging them in any pattern that they want remembering this cycle babble and i are spinning on the street hearing the screech owls,humming birds and robins tweet blowing the cobwebs out of our brains all the way to the point of the hook where it's high tide again round about with the team ahead natural bridge and the pier circle the spinner's church dandavat to Bhakta Blade at his kutir round the corner cruiser king takes his leave then there's the marcedo de las pulgas i believe ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees our hands folded a smile on his face molded it's hada madrina who pulls us in let the bells begin in the evening the lotus nails the nightdress again no signs of being old and frail just about midnight came the lord's emissary to give everyone a chance to make connection with his merciful glance the shades of purple reminiscent of that night hail the beacon light hammering cause it's a quick one to the lion's park then up the village to the see the bear stop and give him some gentle care tracing the shape of the cove on between the lakes over the harbor to the natasala and the shop round the corner passing the officer's shrine thru treacherous triangle while the sun still shines ratha-bhojana-vrksa treats us as he should we bow our heads and he blesses us as only he could a boy the color of a fresh raincloud waits at the door celebrating bells are devotees by the score this evening they are "deep within the far off jungle" now devotees are set for sleep praying the lord their souls will keep so in the morning when they wake sunrise bells will bless everyone with no mistake