The Portable Jack Kerouac

 I have lots of things to teach you now, 

in case we ever meet, concerning the message 

that was transmitted to me under a pine tree in North Carolina 

on a cold winter moonlit night. 

It said that Nothing Ever Happened, so don't worry. 

It's all like a dream. Everything is ecstasy, inside. 

We just don't know it because of our thinking-minds. 

But in our true blissful essence of mind is known that 

everything is alright forever and forever and forever. 

Close your eyes, let your hands and nerve-ends drop, 

stop breathing for 3 seconds, 

listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, 

and you will remember the lesson you forgot, which was taught 

in immense milky way soft cloud innumera...