thakura's darsan flows in these foothills inviting all souls to come and take their fill Mahaprabhu in mango, Giridhari yellow, Srimati Gandharvika panels of blue silvery flower embroidery all round even effulgence come into view each leis is made of roses given freely careful planing in the making spinning quickly overcast day special mission to get some fixins cyclists out there's one dressed like a pirate want to laugh but try to hide it switchbacks are tight on the back street cruiser king shows us how to make them neat keep your knees and elbows tucked in make your back straight then you can begin ratha-bhojana-vrksa likes our folded palms so we speed past without qualms Mahamuni checks his watch while we exclaim 'dandavat' bells are ringing devotees singing the lion is laughing this evening deep blue nightdress trimmed with yellow that reveals their forms like lightening some thought the demon father would destroy his devotee son but his unshakable devotion caused the Lord to come so in the cream and light blue colors the seamstress hid some parrots covered also by the rose leis neat and trimmed with attention with this darsana every eye was purified while the devotees sweetly sand the holy name and with their gentle smiles they invite each one to join them in their eternal serving mode in the afternoon cycle babble and i spin throughout the jungle following a team their pace gets us to follow to where the point of the hook meets the sea the lycra wearing cyclists sprint laughing through the sufferers eager to merge with the deep blue waters and worship in the crystal cathedral of the waves between the lakes we wander over the harbor to the round about spinning past their sufferer thakura hearing those already on the water shout soon cycle babble knows he must return for he has consuming service to wake the Lord and take him from his bed today it's hada madrina who welcomes us back home ratha-bhojana-vrksa is laughing with his leaves as the bells begin to ring the incense is smelling sweetly catching people by their noses and showing the path home in evening the orange nightdress known as Prahlad-a-dad lets them dance come to sunrise bells and spend the day in this happy trance