Hare Krsna,

4.08PM

1-degree!          Sun is shining brightly into our cave and that creates a lot of heat.

Just answered a lot of letters.         Got a head-ache.   Too much Thing King.  Should rest now. We will get all of our work done!

Dream of Beautiful Pigs and Monkeys soaring around Vaikuntha, heading for Goloka.  Where is the path?   Is it here in Murfeesboro?   Is it in the corner of your Ashrama?

Walk, walk, walk down the forest path.. Walk, walk, walk.  Does one little dog join you? Medium-small dog. Is the weather perfect?  Is it Spring?    Is there anyone else there?

Yes, Srila Prabhupada.

We can never leave him.

He defines our life.

Walk, walk, walk.  Carry the luggage.  Hare Krsna, Hare Rama!     Hare Krsna!    Hare Rama!

Qwuaaa!     Qwuaaaa!    The birds sing.    It is hard to remember were you are coming from.  If need be the memory will come.

Dancing along barefoot behind Srila Prabhupada.

People wave from their gardens as we pass by their forest cottages. Other paths cross ours.  Srila Prabhupada is picking the route steadily.

Shuffle, shuffle, stay in his dust.