The chords on the nylon string guitar move back and forth from A to G.
The people playing hand drums
The girls with big smiles
The guy who coerces sound out of the accordion
They all join the guitar player, singing:
"I am the Buddha of love and compassion."
Big smiles on every face. They are possibly high, and they believe what they are singing. They ARE the Buddhas of love and compassion.
I decline my 674th offer of wine. It's not just that I don't drink wine -- I also don't drink Kool-Aid.
-Los Angeles, CA, Jan. 2009
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