Book: The Dharma Bums. Page 1

I don't want to hear all your word descriptions of words words words that you wrote all winter, man I want to enlightened action.

- I was convinced that Zen Buddhism focuses not so much on the kindness, how much bother the intelligence that he perceived the illusory nature of all things. He is vile. All these Teachers of Zen throw the kids in the mud because they can't answer their silly verbal questions.
- It's because they want them to realize mud is better than words, boy.

"All the same", - I heard my own voice in the emptiness in a dream you can embrace more than anywhere else.

Huh? Where I am, what kind of basketbolista eternity the girls are playing right next to me, in an old house of my life, but a house still does not light, huh?

- Where did you meet ray Smith?
- I always meet my Bodhisattvas in the street!

Yeah, man, you know, for me is the Buddha. Just think, so much patience, hundreds of thousands of years it sits here completely silently, and as if praying for all life in this silence, and only waiting for us to stop his silly fuss.

My Buddhism - just a little unhappy interest in some of the pictures they painted, although I have to say, sometimes Cacoethes retrieves the nutty note of Buddhism in his mountain poems, but I'm not very interested in the part that relates to beliefs. - (In fact, he all this trash up to the lantern). - I'm neutral.
- Neutrality - that is Buddhism!

- You know what my prayer is?
- What?
- I sit down and say, list all friends, all relatives, all enemies, one by one, without any hard feelings and thanks, without anger, without anything, and I say like this: "Jaffe Ryder, equally empty, equally beloved, equally a coming Buddha", then turn to the next, say, "David O. Selznick, equally empty, equally beloved, equally a coming Buddha", though don't take such names as David O. Selznick, I only take those who know because when I say "still coming Buddha," I want to think about their eyes - take here, for example, Morley, his blue eyes conductive glasses: when I think "still coming Buddha", and think about those eyes and just see a genuine slim calm and the truth of his coming Buddhahood. And then think of the eyes of his enemy.

- Why Bodhidharma came from the West? (As Bodhidharma is the Indian who brought Buddhism eastward to China)
- Yes to spit, ' said the old man cook, not even gracing me with a glance from under the weight of the eyelids, and I told Jafe, and he said:
A perfect response, absolutely perfect. Now you understand what I mean by Zen.

The cuffs will soften, batons cops will be overthrown, anyway, let's continue to be free!

Happiness. In some batches, barefoot, dicovery in the red darkness, the campfire singing, wine pull, jump, run - that's the way to live. All alone, free in the soft Sands of the beach by the sigh of the sea.

If anyone you will hear, except rabbits Yes critical bear.

It happens in the woods, they always look familiar, long-forgotten, like the face of a long dead relative, like a long sleep, as borne by the waves a fragment of forgotten song, and most of all like Golden eternities of past childhood or past life, just living and dying, a million years ago that's the same aching heart, and the clouds drifting over head, confirmed this sense of his lonely znakomomu.

Jefe pulled out a tea bag, Chinese, stuff in a tin teapot, along the way, spreading the fire to start small - the sun is still shining on us, strengthened in the rocks a long stick, hung a pot, and soon the water is boiling, the tea was brewed and we drank it from tin cups. I collect water from a spring, cold and pure as snow, like a crystal forever heaven. Never in my life I drank of the pure and fresh tea, he was thirsty again and again, it perfectly quenches thirst and was spreading warmth through the body.
Now you know why the East is so fond of tea, said JAFI. - Remember I told you about this book: the first SIP is joy, the second - happiness, the third is serenity, the fourth is madness, the fifth is ecstasy.