The reason why there are so many things
Is because the mind breaks it up,
The shapes are empty
That sprung into come
But the mind wont know this
Till a Buddha with golden
Lighted finger, hath pointed
To the thumb, & made an aphorism
In a robe on the street,
That you’ll know what it means
For there to be too many things
In a world of no-thing.
One no-thing
Equals
All things
When sad sick women
Sing their sex blues
In yr ear, have no fear
have no fear -
the moon is true, enough,
but, but, but, but, but,
it keeps adding up
176th Chorus
© Copyright: Джек Керуак, 2012
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