a little slice of nirvana from jack kerouac

From Dharma Bums

Jack Kerouac

The boys was glad and rested up for more,

And Jack cooked mush in honor of the door,

The boys was sitting in a grove of trees,

Listening to Buddy explain the keys,

Boys, sez he, the Dharma is a door….

Let’s see….

Boys, I say the keys,

Cause there’s lotsa keys,

But there’s only one door,

One hive for the bees.

So listen to me,

 and I’ll try to tell all,

As I heard it long ago,

in the Pure Land Hall.

For you good boys,

with wine-soaked teeth,

That can’t understand

these words on a heath,

I’ll make it simpler,

like a bottle of wine,

And a good woodfire,

Uner stars divine.

Now listen to me, and when you have learned

The Dharma of the Buddhas of old and yearned,

To sit down with the truth,

Under a lonesome tree,

In Yuma Arizony, or anywhere you be,

Don’t thank me for tellin’,

What was told to me,

This is the wheel I’m a-turnin,

This is the reason I be:

Mind is the Maker, for no reason at all,

For all this creation,

Created to fall.