Scripture of the Golden Eternity -
continued
Jack Kerouac
16
The point is we're waiting, not how comfortable we are while waiting.
Paleolithic man waited by caves for the realization of why he was there, and
hunted; modern men wait in beautified homes and try to forget death and birth.
We're waiting for the realization that this is the golden eternity.
17
It came on time.
18
There is a blessedness surely to be believed, and that is that everything
abides in eternal ecstasy, now and forever.
19
Mother Kali eats herself back. All things but come to go. All these holy forms,
unmanifest, not even forms, truebodies of blank bright ecstasy, abiding in a
trance, "in emptiness and silence' as it is pointed out in the Diamond-cutter,
asked to be only what they are: GLAD.
20
The secret God-grin in the trees and in the teapot, in ashes and fronds, fire
and brick, flesh and mental human hope. All things, far from yearning to be
re-united with God, had never left themselves and here they are, Dharmakaya,
the body of the truth law, the universal Thisness.
21
"Beyond the reach of change and fear, beyond all praise and blame," the
Lankavatara Scripture knows to say, is he who is what he is in time and
time-less-ness, in ego and in ego-less-ness, in self and in self-less-ness.
22
Stare deep into the world before you as if it were the void: innumerable holy
ghosts, buddhies, and savior gods there hide, smiling. All the atoms emitting
light inside wavehood, there is no personal separation of any of it. A
hummingbird can come into a house and a hawk will not: so rest and be assured.
While looking for the light, you may suddenly be devoured by the darkness and
find the true light.
23
Things dont tire of going and coming. The flies end up with the delicate viands.
24
The cause of the world's woe is birth, The cure of the world's woe is a bent
stick.
25
Though it is everything, strictly speaking there is no golden eternity because
everything is nothing: there are no things and no goings and comings: for all
is emptiness, and emptiness is these forms, emptiness is this one formhood.
26
All these selfnesses have already vanished. Einstein measured that this present
universe is an expanding bubble, and you know what that means.
27
Discard such definite imaginations of phenomena as your own self, thou human
being, thou'rt a numberless mass of sun-motes: each mote a shrine. The same as
to your shyness of other selves, selfness as divided into infinite numbers of
beings, or selfness as identified as one self existing eternally. Be obliging
and noble, be generous with your time and help and possessions, and be kind,
because the emptiness of this little place of flesh you carry around and call
your soul, your entity, is the same emptiness in every direction of space
unmeasurable emptiness, the same, one, and holy emptiness everywhere: why be
selfy and unfree, Man God, in your dream? Wake up, thou'rt selfless and free.
"Even and upright your mind abides nowhere," states Hui Neng of China. We're
all in heaven now.
28
Roaring dreams take place in a perfectly silent mind. Now that we know this,
throw the raft away.
29
Are you tightwad and are you mean, those are the true sins, and sin is only a
conception of ours, due to long habit. Are you generous and are you kind, those
are the true virtues, and they're only conceptions. The golden eternity rests
beyond sin and virtue, is attached to neither, is attached to nothing, is
unattached, because the golden eternity is Alone. The mold has rills but it is
one mold. The field has curves but it is one field. All things are different
forms of the same thing. I call it the golden eternity-what do you call it,
brother? for the blessing and merit of virtue, and the punishment and bad fate
of sin, are alike just so many words.
30
Sociability is a big smile, and a big smile is nothing but teeth. Rest and be
kind.
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