(by Venelina 💫)

How to Meditate by Jack Kerouac

“-lights out-  fall, hands a-clasped, into instantaneous ecstasy like a shot of heroin or morphine, the gland inside of my brain discharging the good glad fluid (Holy Fluid) as I hap-down and hold all my body parts down to a deadstop trance-Healing all my sicknesses-erasing all-not even the shred of a ‘I-hope-you’ or a Loony Balloon left in it, but the mind blank, serene, thoughtless. When a thought comes a-springing from afar with its held- forth figure of image, you spoof it out, you spuff it off, you fake it, and it fades, and thought never comes-and with joy you realize for the first time ‘thinking’s just like not thinking- So I don’t have to think any more’”

This poem displays Kerouac’s practices with Zen Buddhism and meditating.

“I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and I could do anything I wanted.”

— Jack Kerouac

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““The so-called Beat Generation was a whole bunch of people, of all different nationalities, who came to the conclusion that society sucked.””

— Amiri Baraka, an American writer and poet