Roadside kirtan under a waxing moon, a warm stop just past Udine, Italy. We share a simple offering from the meadow, a few blades of grass, then slip into call-and-response with maria behind the camera, soft dusk, birdsong, and a little laughter. Bhagavad Gita in the heart, Nrsimha on our lips, names of God rolling like the highway. If you need peace after a long day, sing with us. Chant where you are, with whoever is near, and let the sound carry you home.
