One flower on the cliffside Nodding at the canyon
From Book of Haikus by Jack Kerouac, published by Penguin Poets. Copyright © 2003 by the Estate of Stella Kerouac, John Sampas, Literary Representative. All rights reserved.
Got up and dressed up and went out & got laid Then died and got buried in a coffin in the grave, Man— Yet everything is perfect, Because it is empty, Because it is perfect with emptiness, Because it's not even happening. Everything Is Ignorant of its own emptiness— Anger Doesn't like to be reminded of fits— You start with the Teaching Inscrutable of the Diamond And end with it, your goal is your startingplace, No race was run, no walk of prophetic toenails Across Arabies of hot meaning—you just numbly don't get there
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
Le corp de la verité pourre dans la terre The body of truth rots in the earth nourriture dans la terre Sanchez fourwinds bigtown, dont wail that at me Fraserville Quebec comes back to me In the night sun sleep warm, store it in tanks Blues of Old Virginia tree moonbottles over kiss time listener appeal Kissland Kissimee Florida These are Orlanda Blues