<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341257" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wisdom of Alan Twatts</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bullshit that can be named<br>Is not the eternal bullshit, <br>Pathless is the path, <br>Thoughtless is the thought, <br>Vague and profound<br>Is its practitioner.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A journey of a thousand thoughts<br>Begins with one shot of whiskey -<br>Formless is the mother<br>Of all the tiny funkers under<br>Your feet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Look at it - it is invisible, <br>Touch it - it is intangible, <br>Smell it - it is odorless, <br>Taste it - it is tasteless, <br>Feel it - it is one big pain<br>In your ass.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thought without miracle, <br>Confused like the clearest mud, <br>Just think - it is I that thinks<br>Or is not I at all? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shine without luster, <br>Talk perpetual gibberish, <br>Do without doing, <br>Burp like a little child.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hear one hand clapping, <br>Choke on the misty bone, <br>Laugh the laughter<br>Of emptiness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It goes by a thousand names, <br>Some have called it<br>Bullshit, some have called it <br>Nothing at all -<br>It smiles like a fat Buddha, <br>If you see it on the road, <br>Kill it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> September 4,2009</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alexander+Shaumyan">Alexander Shaumyan</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341257" data-title="The Wisdom of Alan Twatts de Alexander Shaumyan" data-description="The bullshit that can be named Is not the eternal bullshit, Pathless is the path, Thoughtless is the thought, Vague and profound Is its practitioner. A journey of a thousand thoughts Begins with one shot of whiskey - Formless is the mother Of ..."></div> </div> </div>

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