scooped by Evelyn Ruut:
"Tonight," I thought, "I sleep tight and long and pray under the stars for
the Lord to bring me to Buddhahood after my Buddhawork is done, amen." And
as it was Christmas, I added "Lord bless you all and merry tender Christmas
on all your rooftops and I hope angels squat there the night of the big real
star, amen." And then I thought later, lying on my bag smoking, "Everything
is possible. I am God, I am Buddha, I am imperfect Ray Smith, all at the
same time, I am empty space, I am all things. I have all the time in the
world from life to life to do what is to do, to do what is to be done, to do
the timeless doing, infinitely perfect within, why cry, why worry, perfect
like the mind essence... ..I was started on my new life...a regular Don
Quixote of tenderness. In the morning I felt exhilarated and meditated
first thing and made up a little prayer: "I bless you, all living things, I
bless you in the endless past, I bless you in the endless present, I bless
you in the endless future, amen."
the Lord to bring me to Buddhahood after my Buddhawork is done, amen." And
as it was Christmas, I added "Lord bless you all and merry tender Christmas
on all your rooftops and I hope angels squat there the night of the big real
star, amen." And then I thought later, lying on my bag smoking, "Everything
is possible. I am God, I am Buddha, I am imperfect Ray Smith, all at the
same time, I am empty space, I am all things. I have all the time in the
world from life to life to do what is to do, to do what is to be done, to do
the timeless doing, infinitely perfect within, why cry, why worry, perfect
like the mind essence... ..I was started on my new life...a regular Don
Quixote of tenderness. In the morning I felt exhilarated and meditated
first thing and made up a little prayer: "I bless you, all living things, I
bless you in the endless past, I bless you in the endless present, I bless
you in the endless future, amen."
-- Jack Kerouac
"The Dharma Bums"
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