Walking long road summerchild through green hills laden with bushlands of smoke and song, walking Buddha road of crazy wisdom vajraanya chants between roo and fog and insane Tara moons , walking road of gone casino, lost dollars , long lost steps ringing girlfriend with last cent accussed of infidelity during breakfast morn , walking to Guinevere lake, and guy who loved perfume with sighs , panting with questions, and who do you think I am, walking country road , look back, moon large as boundless sky, and I know if I stuck my hand out I could have stroked the sea of tranquility with my fingers , walking rooming house horrors, wanders to Korea and cheap wine, and hey man, can you lend me a dollar, walking along unstable paths crumbling before me like trillions of Mother Ganges sand , and still, on I walk.