Guest guest Posted May 22, 2006 Report Share Posted May 22, 2006 Cherry trees will blossom every year; But I'll disappear for good, One of these days. - Philip Whalen, 1923 - June 26, 2002 Zen priest, Abbot of San Francisco Hartfort Street Zen Center Beat poet Journeys bring power and love Back into you. If you can't go somewhere, Move in the passageways of the self. They are like shafts of light, Always changing, and you change When you explore them. - Rumi We eat, excrete, sleep and get up; This is our world. All we have to do after that-- Is to die. - Ikkyu Sojun, But then they danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like the fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes " Awww! " - Jack Kerouac, On the Road Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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