Then it's goodbye, Sangsara for meBesides, girls aren't as good as they lookAnd Samadhi is better than you thinkWhen it starts in hitting your headIn with Buzz of glittergoldHeaven's Angels, wailing,...
The sight of the canyon down there as we renegotiated the mountain road made me bite my lip with marvel and sadness.It's as familiar as an old face in an old photograph as tho I'm gone a million years...
Stare deep into the world before you as if it were the void: innumerable holy ghosts, buddhies, and savior gods there hide, smiling. All the atoms emitting light inside wavehood, there is no personal...
Only a silly sober fool could think it; imagine gloating over such nonsense (because in one sense the drinker learns wisdom, in the words of Goethe or Blake or whichever it was the pathway to wisdom l...
One night I was meditating in such perfect stillness that two mosquitoes came and sat on each of my cheekbones and stayed there a long time without biting and then went away.
Of course world travel isn't as good as it seems, it's only after you've come back from all the heat and horror that you forget to get bugged and remember the weird scenes you saw
O wind, songs have ye in her name? Plucked her did ye from midnight blasted millyard winds and made her renown ring in stone and brick and ice? Hard implacable bridges of iron cross her milk of brows?...
Most of them were running away from somethingusually the law.
Mankind will someday realize that we are actually in contact with the dead and with the other world, whatever it is; right now we could predict, if we only exerted enough mental will, what is going to...
Los huesos humanos no son más que vanas líneas que se desvanecen, el universo entero un vacío molde de estrellas.
Jesus was a strange hobo who walked on water.-Buddha was also a hobo who paid no attention to the other hobo.-Chief Rain-In-The-Face, weirder even.
It was my dream that screwed up, the stupid hearthside idea that it would be wonderful to follow one great red line across America instead of trying various roads and routes.
It was a fine night, a warm night, a wine-drinking night, a moony night, and a night to hug your girl and talk and spit and be heavengoing. This we did.
It made me think that everything was about to arrive - the moment when you know all and everything is decided forever.
It always makes me proud to love the world somehow- hate's so easy compared.
In those days he really didn't know what he was talking about; that is to say, he was a young jailkid all hung-up on the wonderful possibilities of becoming a real intellectual, and he liked to talk i...
If you dont [sic] say what you want, what's the sense of writing?
I'm an idealistwho has outgrownmy idealismI have nothing to dothe rest of my lifebut do it
I'll go to the south of Sicily in the winter, and paint memories of Arles – I'll buy a piano and Mozart me that – I'll write long sad tales about people in the legend of my life – This part is my part...
I wanted to get me a full pack complete with everything necessary to sleep, shelter, eat, cook, in fact a regular kitchen and bedroom right on my back, and go off somewhere and find perfect solitude a...