Listen to the inside silence in the womb of the world.
Life must be rich and full of loving – it’s no good otherwise, no good at all, for anyone.
Life is a gate, a way, a path to Paradise anyway, why not live for fun and joy and love or some sort of girl by a fireside, why not go to your desire and LAUGH…
Let the mind beware, that though the flesh be bugged, the circumstances of existence are pretty glorious.
Let nature do the freezing and frightening and isolating in this world. let men work and love and fight it off.
LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities; New York gets god-awful cold in the winter but there’s a feeling of wacky comradeship somewhere in some streets. LA is a jungle.
Jumping from boulder to boulder and never falling, with a heavy pack, is easier than it sounds; you just can’t fall when you get into the rhythm of the dance.
Jesus was a strange hobo who walked on water.
It was a rainy night. It was the myth of the rainy night.
It always makes me proud to love the world somehow – Hate’s so easy compared.
If only I had the magic self of babyhood when I remembered what it was like before I was born, I wouldnt worry about death now knowing both to be the same empty dream.
I’m right there, swimming the river of hardships but I know how to swim…
