ZaZen in The Nine Yards of a Layer of Dust

By Dean Moriarty

This book is about the space we all have in the now of our lives that we live and love day to day as we travel through it to find what we have never lost in that complete isness that comes upon us suddenly sometimes when we least expect it but is so welcomed and reached for and so wished for when it leaves us. This is the story of Zen and Kelek on their journey that is joined by their closeness in space and time as they travel along so many paths to a destination that is always now.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dean Moriarty
• Release date: Jun 21, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301619177

Dean Moriarty

What do you do when nothing seems to be working out? Most of my books are about that place you come to when you’ve reached the desert of all you know. When nothing seems to be working out and you find there’s nowhere left to go. When all you’ve tried has come to nothing and no amount of effort brings your goals any closer and where the questions you ask appear to drop dead at your feet. When all has become a grey mist about you populated by the ghosts of all you once loved; where do you turn? I turned to writing books.

Book preview

Zazen in the Nine Layers of a Yard of Dust

Dean Moriarty

Copyright 1969

From the black books shelf

Dedicated to the wind for blowing me away

This is book 6 of the number 37 series

St means the story has been posted on Steemit.com

This eBook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This eBook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to your favourite eBook retailer and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

All my books are in audio from ACX.com

Also from The Black Books Shelf: in EBook, paperback and audio:

Off the road: narrated by Gary Roelofs

Advanced quantum metaphysics for beginners: narrated by Antony Metcalfe

The Poem: narrated by Linda Roper

The spirit world: narrated by Gary Roelofs

The dance of Zen: narrated by David K. Aycock

The dark night of the soul: narrated by Linda Roper

God’s crazy parlour of sweet consent: narrated by Gary Roelofs

Under a full moon: narrated by David K. Aycock

Bangkok, Thailand: narrated by Sangita Chauhan

A hole in the wind: narrated by Gary Roelofs

Another book: narrated by Gary Roelofs

A Brick for the Blind: narrated by Samuel Schwarz

The best of Moriarty: narrated by Linda Roper

The daily wound: narrated by Mr Formichella

CQ calling, CQ calling: narrated by Steve Toner

Ghost stories: narrated by Sarah Logan

The Atlantic Coffee House Tales: narrated by Linda Roper

The Hogwash Pickle: narrated by Jim Masters

Satirical Existentialisms: narrated by Michael Hanko

Something is very wrong with the Government: narrated by Mark Rossman

Steampunk Zombies: paradox monkey: narrated by J. S. Arquin

The Hotel with the Full moon Room Service: narrated by Mr Formichella

Coffee Time Stories: narrated by Scotty Campbell

The number 37 series:

Book one is Captain Morgan Jones

Book two is Paris after Midnight in Singapore

Book three is Snowflakes Anonymous

Book four is Suicide Wasteland

Book five is Ten Fifths of a Moonbeam

These 5 are narrated by David Randall Hunter

FORWORD

I wrote this book over a three month period of travel around the temples of Thailand, and put it together in Bradley Beach, New Jersey over the winter of 2012-2013.

I began it one early morning on waking up at 2am in my bed and just had to write the thoughts down that were in me and had been calling to be said.

Of course, all the people are real ones, and all of them are me, and any similarities are just that: similarities.

There is no beginning really to this, for it has been taken from a greater whole that has no beginning or end that I know of.

THE OUTLINE OF THE QUEST

I’d been stuck in the idea of the ashram for too long and needed to get out; and so one day while waiting for the fates to change I found an old banger car going cheap, so bought it and took off. As I escaped I thought of going to the Sahara desert and just drive until there was no road left and then catch a few rays of something.

In this way I was driving along and my beard began to grow.

Got to Dover and then drove over to Paris. Then down to and through the Alps, into Barcelona, then kept going around in circles in a place called Badalona; bad alone, which is where I cried a lot until I stopped crying and said to myself that I had to get out of here.

By then there was no money left to get to Africa, so turned around and drove back and got all the way up to Orleans. By then, all food, water, money, petrol etc. was gone, so took out the bottle of wine I had been saving and drank some in a car park in centre of Orleans. It was dark, mid-winter, freezing. Drank some more, smoked some; and then grabbed sax and wine and went looking for place to busk.

In a dark back alley where young students were walking to a disco I set up and played blues, drank more wine. Top windows opened up in houses. Girls stopped to listen. I played the hogwash pickle in the jelly walk blues.

Hours later I had enough money to get to Paris where I did more busking for a couple of days and got enough to get to Calais and then over to Dover.

In Dover I went to a soup kitchen for a few days to eat, busked more. Got enough money busking to fill up tank with fuel so then went back on the road and arrived back at the idea of the ashram and found it closed to me, all doors barred.

My beard growled.

I sold the old banger that had suddenly become a classic, for a shinny penny that came up heads, and so bought a flight to Thailand and bummed around the temples for a while.

Years later and I still hadn’t found myself and I thought, maybe I’m looking in the wrong places; so read suitcases of books about law of attraction and how thoughts can change your life; not many books I didn’t read along those lines.

And then I tried the asking and praying and angels until I bit my lip on it all; where had I come off the tracks to be this way? Will this just be: that I came and went, like this? If this is what I say it is, then perhaps I should say no more than this, so I called: ‘time out,’ as you do, when some kind of enough is enough happens; I’d been around broken down for too long and now I wanted sense from the death control centre.

But there are some ties that you can’t undo that easily; and yes, I had fallen into myself, and even though I was nameless and invented, I knew you were still there, my guide, I could feel you, reading me like some tender-love-rat on the chain gang, and sniggering.

So ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, please let me introduce to you the moving on from the forward to the beginning, which will begin here…

How much am I really me? I feel that I can only know that when I am fully loved, and that only happens when I come home to you and know that I am all love.

And what is abundance? Abundance is the feeling within of having plenty regardless of how much you do or do not have anywhere else.

Anyway, I was caught again in some another place looking for a way to thrive, and looking at life through a straw while strapped to the death machine as it ate me from the inside out.

The servants came then to welcome me back and asked me many questions:

Hey, how’s that machine you invented, does it still make coffee? Does it still go to town on a Saturday afternoon in the rain?

I’m sure I don’t know if you can have anything without the other, one might say in reply.

Well, I’m here now and perfectly preserved through it all…And maybe I will come out the other side as I went in: full of what I’m made of.