Equally empty, equally to be loved, equally a coming buddha.
If you dont [sic] say what you want, what's the sense of writing?
In my medicine cabinet, the winter fly has died of old age.
And silence is the golden mountain.
Somewhere along the line, the pearl would be handed to me.
We were on the roof of america and all we could do was yell.
Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind.
I like it because its ugly.
The taste of rain -- why kneel?
Sweet life continues in the breeze, in the golden fields.
Ah japhy you taught me the final lesson of them all, you can't fall off a mountain.
I suddenly began to realize that everybody in america is a natural-born thief.
The bus roared on. I was going home in october. Everybody goes home in october.
I am going to marry my novels and have little short stories for children.
The unspeakable visions of the individual.
We wandered in a frenzy and a dream (301).
And the stars were icicles of mockery.
This was a manuscript of the night we couldn’t read.
Nevertheless we understood each other on all levels of madness...
Some's bastards, some's ain't. That's the score.
We are nothing. - tomorrow we may be die. We are nothing. - you and me.
Stick at it like a benni addict.
Accept loss forever.
I felt free and therefore i was free.
February dawn -- frost on the path where i paced all winter.
To the children and the innocent it's all the same.
It was the work of the quiet mountains, this torrent of purity at my feet.
Believe that the world is an ethereal flower, and ye live.
It's only through form that we can realize emptiness.
Ray, what you got to do is go climb a mountain...