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 out, 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”