There is a stream of what could have been which flows on with the same rate and newness of what is.

That one more, chasing the dragon, carrot dangling,

Hell came through on battered wings, and thought to ask just one last thing. That If I could,

Brian told me he held his own guts in his hands, his tattoo reads: ALREADY DEAD.

Want nothing from people and receive their myriad blessings Expect from them and find an empty well Eat less than a ghost

I wept at the sight of my guru’s picture, Praise God, He is always with me, a Holy thing,

I saw a man and his crumb snatcher… sprawled on the porch of their hom… it was painted a bright ocher with… small, modest, humble, clean, givi… A joy, in short.

At a certain point in your ordeal, it isn’t your ordeal that bothers… It is the fact that everything is… That’s what really bothers you. Because what happened is not OK,

Like a Somali pirate just pull up on the Grim Reaper, surprise him

Nine times out of ten, it’s a demon you’re seeing, not an angel. They have all kinds of disguises, I know-I know,

Walking lakeside, I try to discern what the frogs a… but their drone is one collective… Diving again and again after the secret,

This day, there is no ONE to beat your fist… No party, no tyrant, not even a faction—

Upon that special mound there is a cleanliness, a purity sanctimonious, something so perfect it’s numerological—

One of God’s tricks is, similar to Michael Jordan, It sinks a three-pointer with 1.2 seconds left on the clock,

I know people see him and think, “Gee, that’s crazy.” Which makes it embarrassing to see him