walked the east windy beach today with a delightfully frisky copp, then i followed his sandy goldenness where he wanted and he led me to the windfall apple tree. all the walk richie havens was resonating in my head, Sometimes, i feel, like a motherless child, and Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom. and i think back on all the rhetric and propaganda about freedom and how we have to conquer the barbarians to free them to bring the light of god and democracy to their poor uncivilized countries. A long, long way from home. somehow america just can't get the job done though, after fifteen years of overt war following the years of sanctions and death by free trade, we still have not Created Peace. funny that way. maybe we were never about peace, never about freedom, but rather about Slaving for War. i know this just sounds like more whached liberal rhgetoric. but the song remains the same, and the song says it beautifully.

a walk with little buddha, and propping up the point.