Mexico City Blues [182nd Chorus]
The Essence of Existence is Buddhahood— As a Buddha you know that all the sounds that wave from a tree and the sights from a sea of fairies in Isles of Blest and all the tastes in Nectar Soup and all the odors in rose arbour —ah rose, July rose— bee-dead rose— and all the feelings in the titwillow's chuckling throat and all the thoughts in the raggedy mop of the brain— one dinner
From Mexico City Blues. Copyright © 1959 by Jack Kerouac. Reprinted by permission of SLL/Sterling Lord Literistic, Inc.