Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Kerouac: 226th chorus

There is no way to lose,
If there was a way,
when sun is shining on pond,
and I go West, thou East,
which one does the true sun
which one does the true one
since neither one is the true one,
there is no true one way.
And the sun is the delusion
Of a way multiplied by two
And multiplied millionfold.
Since there is no Way, no Buddhas,
No Dharmas, no Conceptions,
Only One Ecstasy--
And Right Mindfulness
Is mindfulness that the way is No-Way--
Anyhow Sameway--
Then what am I to do
Beyond writing this instructing
Poesy, ride a magic carpet
Of self ecstasy, or wait
For death like the children
In the Funeral Street after
The black bus has departed--

Jack Kerouac (1922-1969)
from Mexico City Blues (1955)