pleasure beyond pathless woods

little tucked away temples down the rocky trails,

cold mossy ancient places where frogs croak,

and inside small statues and hanging buttery lamps and gold lotuses and paintings and ancient incense-soaked smells and lacquer chests with statues. 

- jack kerouac : the dharma bums

magic can be found in stolen moments

identify with the roaring of diamond wisdom

dripping reefer platforms

happy friday.

standing on a hill in a mountain of dreams

a brain of this earth with a heart of a higher power

see the flowers in my ear and hear the songs in my hand

then i thought of how nothing ever feels the same

little secrets we bring along  

i'm taking my time, trailing behind, i thought of you 

today is the day i think of you

rise up, find my direction magnetically

Such is the way of the world
You can never know
Just where to put all your faith
And how will it grow

the soft sun, the flowers, and here i was going down the streets

why do i allow myself to be bored ever in the past and to compensate for it got high or drunk or rages or all the tricks people have because they want but serene understanding of just what there is... which is after all so much 

and thinking like angry social deals, like angry kicks, like hassling over social problems, 

it meant so little..

 i could feel that great confidence and gold of the morning would slip away eventually and had already started

i could have made my whole life like that morning just on the strength of pure understanding and willingness to live and go along. 

-jack kerouac