Westward towards the city of giants. A caravan filled with song. Voices rising as we head once again towards that golden gated bay for a soul’s feast of sunlight accompanied by the embodied teachings of Das, Ganesh, Baba- all colorful and curried in the wisdom and devotion of the hindu ancients. Script becomes poem, poem becomes psalm. An adoring lion anoints his queen in praises. A coyote spots hawk messengers amongst the treetops while a bear paws playful at a hummingbird, suspended in air, drifting sweetly amongst the bushes all vibrant and turquoise. coaxing something sweet from the flowers with her strange and weightless flight- as those held by four legs ponder her sweetness, that a frame so rare might float so gracefully upon the unseen castles of air.
Another bright I-80 mile