Dont worry about death
Once you’re there
Because it is trackless
Having no track to follow
You will rest where you are
In inside of the essence
But the moment I say essence
I draw that word back
And that remark – essence’s
Unspoken, you cant say a word,
essence is the word for the finger
that shows us bright blankness
When we look into the God face
We see radiant irradiation
From middleless center
Of Objectless fire roe-ing
In a fieldstar all its own
Is my own, is your own,
Is not Owned by Self-Owner
but found by Self-Loser –
Old Ancient Teaching
25th Chorus
© Copyright: Джек Керуак, 2010
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