Everything is ecstasy inside. We just don't know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind [it] is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever.
The closer you get to real matter, rock air fire and wood, boy, the more spiritual the world is.
Pain or love or danger makes you real again.
I want to work in revelations, not just spin silly tales for money. I want to fish as deep down as possible into my own subconscious in the belief that once that far down, everyone will understand because they are the same that far down.
I came to a point where I needed solitude and just stop the machine of ‘thinking’ and ‘enjoying’ what they call ‘living’, I just wanted to lie in the grass and look at the clouds.
I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.
You aren't ever going to be anything in this world unless you do what you want to do, when you want to do it--don't plan anything, just go out and do it.
I have the right ideas, but my words are too... complicated. I need to simplify them, so that people won't get lost in the dark when they see and hear them. I want them to shine like beacons of light in a world of overly complicated darkness. One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.
No fear or shame in the dignity of your experience, language, and knowledge.
I'm right there, swimming the river of hardships but I know how to swim.
The only truth is music.
I promise I shall never give up, and that I'll die yelling & laughing.
My life is a vast inconsequential epic.
The beauty of things must be that they end.
I suddenly discovered the delight of rebellion.
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 you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.
Something that you feel will find its own form.
colleges being nothing but grooming schools for the middle-class non-identity which usually finds its perfect expression on the outskirts of the campus in rows of well-to-do houses with lawns and television sets in each living room with everybody looking at the same thing and thinking the same thing at the same time while the Japhies of the world go prowling in the wilderness to hear the voice crying in the wilderness, to find the ecstacy of the stars, to find the dark mysterious secret of the origin of faceless wonderless crapulous civilization.
I was suddenly left with nothing in my hands but a handful of crazy stars.
Thinking of the stars night after night I begin to realize 'The stars are words' and all the innumerable worlds in the Milky Way are words, and so is this world too. And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it’s all in my mind.
Who knows, my God, but that the universe is not one vast sea of compassion actually, the veritable holy honey, beneath all this show of personality and cruelty?
Don't tell them too much about your soul. They're waiting for just that.
Genius gives birth, talent delivers.
Suppose we suddenly wake up and see that what we thought to be this and that, ain't this and that at all?
You can't live in this world but there's nowhere else to go.
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