Dreaming: the phantom of self-illusion emanating visions that change every nightLiving: the phantom of universal self-illusion emanating the huge vision of the world that takes millenniums to change
Diamond Sutra says, 'Make no formed conceptions about the realness of existence nor about the unrealness of existence, or words like that. Handcuffs will get soft and billy clubs will topple over, let...
But they need to worry and betray time with urgencies false and otherwise, purely anxious and whiny, their souls really won't be at peace unless they can latch to an established and proven worry and h...
Besides which, she would never understand me because I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to yo...
Beautiful girlsJust primpBut beautiful boysDo suffer.
The great black bird broods outside my window in the high dark night waiting to enfold me when I leave the house tomorrow only I'm going to dodge it successfully by sheer animalism and ability and eve...
The only truth is music.
…the loneliness…the inexpressibly delicious sensation of this memory - for as memories are older they’re like wine rarer, till if you find a real old memory, one of infancy, not an established often t...
Now this warm thought of greatness is a big chill in the wind—for
I wish the whole world was dead serious about food instead of silly rockets and machines and explosives using everybody's food money to blow their heads off anyway.
Equally empty, equally to be loved, equally a coming Buddha
Don't stop to think of the words when you do stop, just stop to think of the picture better-and let your mind off yourself in this work.
And tonight the stars'll be out, and don't you know that God is Pooh Bear?
A fool forgetting all the ideals and joys I knew before, in my recent years of drinking and disappointment, what does he care if he hasn't got any money: he doesn't need any money, all he needs is his...
You'll be sorry some day. Why don't you ever understand what I'm trying to tell you: it's with your six sense that you're fooled into believing not only that you have six senses, but that you contact...
Why think about that when all the golden land's ahead of you and all kinds of unforeseen events wait lurking to surprise you and make you glad you're alive to see?
Who can leap the world's ties and sit with me among white clouds?
Where is he tonight? Where am I? Where are you?
What do you want out of life? I asked, and I used to ask that all the time of girls.I don't know, she said. Just wait on tables and try to get along. She yawned. I put my hand over her mouth and told...
Things are so hard to figure out when you live from day to day in this feverish and silly world.