Wednesday, May 02, 2007

alice's

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 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



The simplest truth in the world is beyond our reach
because of its complete simplicity,
i.e, its pure nothingness--
There are no awakeners
and no meanings--
Even if suddenly 400 naked Nagas came
solemn tromping over the ridge here and
say to me "We have been told the Buddha was to
be found on this mountaintop--
we have walked many countries, many
years, to get here-- are you alone here?
"-- "Yes" --"Then you are the
Buddha" and all 400 of em prostrate a
nd adore, and I sit suddenly
perfectly in diamond silence--
even then, and I wouldn't be surprised
(why be surprised?) even then I would
realize that there are, there is
no Buddha, no awakener, and there
is no Meaning, no Dharma, and it is
all the wile of Maya