“I'd love to give you somethingbut what would help?”

“clouds very high looknot one word helped them get up there”

“don't wait for the man standing in the snowto cut off his arm help him now”

“don't hesitate get laid that's wisdomsitting around chanting what crap”

“sick of it whatever it's called sick of the namesI dedicate every pore to what's here”

“it isn't that we're alone or not alonewhose voice do you want mine? yours?”

“Studying texts and stiff meditation can make you lose your Original Mind.A solitary tune by a fisherman, though, can be an invaluable treasure.Dusk rain on the river, the moon peeking in and out of the clouds;Elegant beyond words, he chants his songs night after night.”