blocks of butter on the flame rust even a bit of avocado makes the game golden color like foam on ghee rose leis threederful to see swaying as they dance with ease spinning through the woods spring aromas getting out to clean the cobwebs from our brains thru lion's park and the village by the train the hook of the point leads till we hear the voice of the track it says we should be coming back let ratha-bhojana-vrksa know we come to fold our palms and go where Kumara meets us bells go on without fuss come for darsana of hiranya kasipu at sunrise bells that way all the day will flow extremely well ekadasi has come again put all to the test as the sun travels from east to the west seamstress says take care the sari is full and doesn't rise or fall remaining furled rose leis are artistically done as they pirouette they sway in fun catching the light they gleam with the strong breeze today it feels as if we'll be knocked off our chariots of two wheels still many are out celebrating bike month coming within five feet from the moon the team is on track not caring if we tag along so we take their back there is a bug with haukuel'a mi' bent in three places someone calls our name bells are quiet but soon ring in the evening the touch that kills shows itself and at morning bells everyone will be thrIlled