The life of sensation is the life of greed; it requires more and more. The life of the spirit requires less and less.
April's air stirs in Willow-leaves. . . a butterfly Floats and balances
Seek not the paths of the ancients; Seek that which the ancients sought.
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
Some kind of pace may be got out of the eeriest jade by the near prospect of oats; but the thoroughbred has the spur in his blood.
The historic transition from Novice to Proficient to Adept was said to be accomplished virtually overnight by the progression from marijuana to peyote to lysergic acid. Instant mysticism had arrived. Before the court of law, hippies demanded freedom for LSD the way early Christians demanded freedom for the Eucharist.
Fundamentalists are panicked by the apparent disintegration of the family, the disappearance of certainty and the decay of morality. Fear leads them to ask, if we cannot trust the Bible, what can we trust?
Winning is about believing you're never out of a game. I've always believed that.