For Marcia I want your hair to cover me with maps of new places, so everywhere I go will be as beautiful as your hair. — Richard Brautigan, “Map Shower,” The Pill Versus the Springhill Mine Disaster. (Dell Pub Co; Reissue edition, June 1969) Originally published 1968.
Don’t be a cunt. — Buddha (c. 563 BCE/480 BCE – c. 483 BCE/400 BCE)
It is raining today in the mountains. It is a warm green rain with love in its pockets for spring is here, and does not dream of death. — Richard Brautigan, from “The Return of the Rivers,” The Return of the Rivers. (Inferno Press May 1957 )
Keep your heart clear And transparent, And you will Never be bound. A single disturbed thought Creates ten thousand distractions. — Ryokan
Beautiful, sobbing high-geared fucking and then to lie silently like deer tracks in the freshly-fallen snow beside the one you love. That’s all. — Richard Brautigan, “Deer Tracks,” Rommel Drives On Deep into Egypt. (Delacorte Pr January 1979)
The night is fresh and cool, Staff in hand I walk through the gate. Wisteria and ivy grow together along the winding mountain path; Birds sing quietly in their nests and a monkey howls nearby. As I reach a high peak a village appears in the distance. The old pines are full of poems; I… Continue reading Ryokan
To be fully alive, fully human, and completely awake is to be continually thrown out of the nest. — Pema Chödrön, When Things Fall Apart. (Shambhala; Later Printing edition September 26, 2000)