The Magic Mothswarm of Heaven
Jack Kerouac
And for just a moment I had reached the point of ecstasy that I always wanted to reach,
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which was the complete step across chronological time into timeless shadows,
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and wonderment in the bleakness of the mortal realm,
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and the sensation of death kicking at my heels to move on,
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with a phantom dogging its own heels,
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and myself hurrying to a plank where all the angels dove off and flew into the holy void of uncreated emptiness,
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the potent and inconceivable radiancies shining in bright Mind Essence,
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innumerable lotuslands falling open in the magic mothswarm of heaven.
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I could hear an indescribable seething roar which wasn't in my ear but everywhere
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and had nothing to do with sounds.
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I realized that I had died and been reborn numberless times
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but just didn't remember especially because the transitions from life to death and back to life are so ghostly easy,
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a magical action for naught,
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like falling asleep and waking up again a million times,
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the utter casualness and deep ignorance of it.
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I realized it was only because of the stability of the intrinsic Mind that these ripples of birth and death took place,
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like the action of the wind on a sheet of pure, serene, mirror-like water.
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I felt sweet, swinging bliss,
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I felt sweet, swinging bliss,
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like a big shot of heroin in the mainline vein;
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like a gulp of wine late in the afternoon and it makes you shudder;
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my feet tingled.
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I thought I was going to die the very next moment.
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