Sunday, October 22, 2017

Nondual Couplets for Kerouac

Kerouac is like the Bodhidharma of America from French-Canadian Catholicism bringing mystic Jesus Buddha love to desolation landscapes.

Stories speak of good and bad and what each wants but what about this need for story?

I went to Big Sur to see where Jack was crucified upon those cold indifferent and uncaring rocks of Robinson Jeffers.

Don't forget the world is hard and full of want, and stories are soft like blood and guts, but only dreaming is what I need to be.

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by scientific materialism until dementia settled in, or was it worst minds?

Quote unquote, it's not easy seeing through oneself when one has faith in nothing and forgets I am.

I'm not much but I pass through the eye of a needle. To say there are no words is just a waste of words. I am the word.

God, the world itself desires cancer, all about continued growth. The spiritless are like demented zombies, William Blake.

Death is as experientially unproven as any unidentified flying object so why do you believe in it?

Whatever way I take—direct, circuitous, or some other middle path—there is only self-awareness. Dream on, pure awareness, dream on.

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