I want you to be my mentor, I said to Steve when I worked at his bakery. I hated that job and he thought I was a terrible employee, which I was. I mostly ate baked goods and resented the patrons for interrupting my daydreams.
No, he said. That's not my job.
He spent his youth with a guru and a pile of young men, high on hash and who knows what else, sitting around in the heights of the Himalayas.
You're on the right path, he said, when I started talking about my love for yoga.
No, he said. That's not my job.
He spent his youth with a guru and a pile of young men, high on hash and who knows what else, sitting around in the heights of the Himalayas.
You're on the right path, he said, when I started talking about my love for yoga.
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I was smelling flowers in the yard, and when I stood up I took a deep breath and the blood all rushed to my brain and I woke up dead on my back in the grass. I had apparently fainted, or died, for about sixty seconds. My neighbour saw me but he thought I had just suddenly thrown myself on the grass to enjoy the sun. During that timeless moment of unconsciousness I saw the golden eternity. The golden came from the sun in my eyelids. As I regained consciousness I felt so sorry I had a body and a mind suddenly realizing I didn't even have a body and a mind and nothing had ever happened and everything is alright forever and forever and forever, O thank you thank you thank you. ~ Jack Kerouac
So here I go all heartbroken and crazy, all over again. You must see by now through my impracticality and my unpredictability that it's all to be lost. Let me dream just a little while longer and be happy for me. If I leave you on our path, have no doubt you are in my thoughts, resting as a memory in the fondest place of my heart. How impermanent and ever-changing, how incredibly sad it strikes me that I can't slow any of this down. But as I move through these days, as you leave me and I you in the natural ebb and flow of this life, know it has been a gift and a pleasure to laugh with you, listen to your stories and experience your warmth.
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 fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!' ~ Kerouac
Writing song: Friends by Nas and Damian Marley
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fpD1xYrQ_xs
And (how dear it is to my heart): The Best Treasure Stays Buried by Zoey Van Goey
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2iCbVCfm8w4
Where is your freedom song?
A mushroom I discovered and fell in love with completely
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So here I go all heartbroken and crazy, all over again. You must see by now through my impracticality and my unpredictability that it's all to be lost. Let me dream just a little while longer and be happy for me. If I leave you on our path, have no doubt you are in my thoughts, resting as a memory in the fondest place of my heart. How impermanent and ever-changing, how incredibly sad it strikes me that I can't slow any of this down. But as I move through these days, as you leave me and I you in the natural ebb and flow of this life, know it has been a gift and a pleasure to laugh with you, listen to your stories and experience your warmth.
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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 fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!' ~ Kerouac
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Writing song: Friends by Nas and Damian Marley
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fpD1xYrQ_xs
And (how dear it is to my heart): The Best Treasure Stays Buried by Zoey Van Goey
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2iCbVCfm8w4
Where is your freedom song?
Who excites your heart?
A mushroom I discovered and fell in love with completely
