on the redwood simhasana they do their blissful dance dressed in white ganga yamuna giving all a chance to make them petaled rose leis spin away to pleasure point where all would like to stay roadies and mountain men wave as we cross again ratha-bhojana-vrksa cheers us on as we fold our palms it's gramps who brings us in the bells are singing again soft yellow and gold from the day when hiranya kasipu's story is told see it sunrise bells forceful and bold after the thakuras are awake and you take a look at the calendar's coming days you may hear your mind stop to contemplate a color they might want surprised a young one appeared with the suggestion of the year mango, yellow and red even though the thakuras have to wait there came 2derful rose and mum leis now off to spin at mid day and the twelve o'clock sun burns off the June gloom and the team followed by us goes by zoom zoom through lion's park up skater's hill to where pelicans point the way hearing the hawks and screech owls in the sky seeing us bow ratha-bhojana-vrksa winks an eye round the bend the longhorns are gone path to the ashram isn't long as the kernel of divine love smiles with grace from above welcomes us back as the evening bells sound in the natha mandir and all around synchronicity is the nightdress relieving all the day's stress it's the month's first ekadasi look at the moon and stars and see make sure Srimati Gandharvika's sari is right not too high, low or tight puspa mesh blue yellow and mango red puspa effulgence over head fragrant multi colored rose leis fills our minds out for spinning in the middle of the day up the "back way" rounding the hanging tree ascending the steep hill with glee going down is harder switchbacks are sharper beasts vision already impaired our going there is rare even though the light is bright they say we remain out of sight now with a team training around we all go quickly down through town to the point of the hook all the sufferers are on the waves look! back up folding palms to ratha-bhojana-vrksa without qualms ada madrina greets us o the way up bells ring as devotees offer prayers with hands cupped swarga mega tonight come to sunrise bells let your soul take flight