CLXVII
Hopefully there isn’t a god sitting in judgment.
You might have to kick his sorry ass.
* * * *
Don’t we all think what we believe is true and right?
* * * *
How many ways we poison ourselves.
* * * *
Just another bummer in a long stream of bummers.
* * * *
One group consensus is another’s conspiracy.
* * * *
Ambitious and incompetent.
S/he will go far.
* * * *
A certain amount of forgiveness
Eases the burden of rage.
* * * *
You need not carry the demons of your imagination.
* * * *
Another celebration of vanity.
* * * *
Still dredging the dead, I see.
* * * *
There’s really nothing much to say about it.
* * * *
Shift to another paradigm?
Yeah, right.
See you in hell first, amigo.
* * * *
How grand to be totally unknown.
* * * *
Try not looking for the familiar.
* * * *
Death is the door to immortality.
* * * *
Witness the nowingness.
* * * *
It’s been obvious for a long time.
You obviously aren’t the first to see it,
And, just as obviously, will not be the last.
* * * *
You’ve been unfaithful from the beginning.
* * * *
The reason people go mad
Is because they keep trying to fit in
To a universe that others force upon them.
* * * *
Vision is the only sense that separates.
Your universe dances upon your eyes.
* * * *
Simple observations.
That’s all theses are.
* * * *
There’s nobody you really want to know here.
* * * *
If you closely examine anyone’s life,
You’ll understand.
* * * *
Be the newborn babe.
* * * *
Babble is as babble does.
* * * *
You only identify with exteriors.
Do you identify with the inside of your
Mouth, nose, liver or left ventricle?
* * * *
Being important denies the humility of it all.
* * * *
Why should you fear death?
It is the unsheathing of immortality.
* * * *
Who’s winning the human race?
* * * *
Why should anything surprise you?
* * * *
You don’t have to play the game.
* * * *
Hard to enlighten the whole crowd.
* * * *
The world sucked you into its vast drama,
And now you must extricate yourself
If you want it to continue.
* * * *
Blunt and to the point.
* * * *
What’s most important
In the learning process
Is the wanting to learn.
* * * *
We might prefer not knowing each other.
* * * *
Appeal to vanity and you’ll have lots of friends.
* * * *
At least you won’t sell your soul for a piece of ass.
* * * *
Trying so hard to be profound
Only leads to greater confusion.
* * * *
Don’t lose sight of the fact
That at least 99.999999 percent
Of all life forms including human ones,
Don’t give a flying fuck what you say or do,
Or what happens to you.
* * * *
The shade has overtaken your day in the sun.
* * * *
The metabolism is slowing down, but not the hunger.
* * * *
The vanity to which we cling has so little merit.
* * * *
More problems ahead.
Your breath assures it.
* * * *
On zee nose.
* * * *
Science is very good at measuring things it kills.
* * * *
We have become that which we fear most.
* * * *
As life moves on,
You can keep on regurgitating
Ye old same old same old
Or you can move on
To new ground.
* * * *
To whom or what need you be accountable?
* * * *
Think of your Self as water.
* * * *
Do you conform to the world,
Or the world into you?
A bit of both?
Or a bit of neither?
* * * *
Life is not a science.
* * * *
Along comes a friend or a stranger,
And a new adventure begins.
* * * *
Not really of much use, I’m afraid.
* * * *
Why cling to that which cannot be held?
* * * *
To be truly carefree, as effortless as it really is,
Is far, far too simple, and not nearly as easy
As you’d like to deceive yourself into believing.
* * * *
Be amused with it all.
* * * *
It’s everything and everybody,
Including you.
* * * *
What makes you sure you’re the grownup?
* * * *
You didn’t really come here to be enslaved
By some ideological mindset, did you?
* * * *
If sound is vibration,
Then what is soundlessness?
* * * *
So serious!
* * * *
Be wary your wrath,
For it’s target is inevitably your Self.
* * * *
Go ahead, make a spectacle of yourself.
It must be what you need to do.
* * * *
Everything you say of another,
Say of yourself as well.
* * * *
What dark creatures some become.
* * * *
Oh, say can you see?
* * * *
So ridiculous to die for so little.
* * * *
Another moment of another day
Caught in the net of words.
Doesn’t life write well?
* * * *
Try not to get rattled by your mind.
* * * *
Been there, done that.
Don’t need to do it again.
* * * *
Is truth relative or precise?
Is it something vague or very exact?
Or is it the paradox of both ends
And everything between?
* * * *
An eclectic approach allows no bounds.
* * * *
Do you make the theory fit the world
Or the world fit the theory?
* * * *
Hope is an amusingly ironic word.
* * * *
Be cautious what you plug into.
* * * *
The mind is like a cloud
And thought the thunder and lightning
Which imagines the cloud real.
* * * *
Bean counters.
* * * *
School is about learning to learn.
Learning does not end when school is out.
* * * *
If you really want peace, just breathe.
* * * *
Sometimes it’s just kind of pleasant
To put your head in the sand.
* * * *
Priesthood happens.
* * * *
Are we creating history?
Or is history creating us?
* * * *
Be cautious… What you tear apart today
May someday need to be put back together again.
Burnt bridges are difficult to cross.
* * * *
How much time do you waste
Wondering what others think of you?
* * * *
You don’t have to wait for the experts to catch on.
* * * *
The ivory tower folks certainly have a preoccupation with lists.
* * * *
So here you are.
Who would have ever guessed?
* * * *
The human drama,
So enthralling at first,
Gradually loses its sheen.
* * * *
Posers all.
* * * *
All that superiority, all that inferiority;
Both miss the equality of all.
* * * *
Thoughts of a mundane nature.
* * * *
To be free, you must cast out everything.
Every thought, every contortion of the mind
Must be supplanted by a quiet, still attentiveness.
* * * *
Reality is not concerned what you want it to be.
* * * *
If it has to be explained,
Then it’s pretty likely
You aren’t going to get it.
* * * *
What a mountain of death each of us resides upon.
* * * *
We are cousins to the scavengers of the world.
Cockroaches, hyenas, buzzards…
Ain’t go nothing on us.
* * * *
Alas, your twist on life doesn’t interest me.
* * * *
In any conflict, the winner
Does not long entertain
Thoughts of defeat.
* * * *
Another moment to treasure
And make no attempt to repeat.
* * * *
To be eternally free, to know all that is to be known,
To see the perfection in which all forms dance,
To discern that which immortal and true,
All you must do is completely let go.
* * * *
Free will?…Hah!
The joke is on you.
* * * *
You cannot help your original nature.
You can, however, through strength of spirit,
And discernment of mind, overcome any challenge,
Any adversity, even unto death’s inevitable, final greeting.
* * * *
When the world no longer entices you,
Your life unfolds as it will, and you will accomplish it
With an eternal grace the gods will applaud.
* * * *
Undiscerning sloth is the fate
Of those worshipping mammon
At the value of their assessment.
* * * *
Resist not the flame of your destiny.
* * * *
These words cast themselves onto paper without effort.
To what ends only imagination’s speculation can foretell.
* * * *
You have witnessed the limits to which
Governments, corporations and religions aspire,
And the false glories they temporally attain.
* * * *
Do you discern the eternal difference
Between mortal and immortal death?
* * * *
We have all these words, all these ideals,
Yet there can be no peace in them
Lest you wrought it.
* * * *
Time is the trap created by consciousness,
And to die to it is to perish in time.
* * * *
We are all impressions temporarily sculpted
In the swirling wonder of space and time.
* * * *
Eternal life is when
All you think you are is a dream.
All memories are illusory.
Be done with them.
* * * *
Be cautious that you do not merely only think you see,
For the intellect creates many enticing view before all fall away.
In absoluteness there are no distinctions, no changes.
It is the first and last harbor, the foundation
To which genesis must ever return.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
World Rights Reserved
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Chapter 168 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
CLXVIII
Will you ever tire of being entertained?
* * * *
Those seeking vain reflection
Will not long reflect upon you.
* * * *
There is no satisfaction in hell,
Nor contentment with heaven.
* * * *
Count and guard you money,
Arrange and clean you possessions,
Act out your existence for the vanity life offers,
And cultivate the agony of mortality to its graveside end.
Who are the rare that distinguish the seed’s root,
And perceive that which is immortal?
* * * *
When time is clearly seen
As a neurological distraction,
How can you help but be free?
* * * *
What is it to rest in the lotus of stillness,
In the quietude free of passion,
Without the concerns
Of a hectic, time-filled mind?
* * * *
The divine breath is like an ocean wave
Crashed and stretching like a cat upon the sand,
And then withdrawing casually until its lungs are again full.
* * * *
Set about the inquiry through negation.
What you seek is what you are not,
Not what you believe you are.
* * * *
To resist your fate only magnifies the suffering.
* * * *
The deluded mind is like an impenetrable fog;
The seer like a light streaking across infinity.
* * * *
Those we consider heroes have failed us
Because we lack the discernment to pick real ones.
Great leaders are servants to the world,
Not vampires to self-interest.
* * * *
How long will the dream of man continue?
Only in time will the full epic be known.
* * * *
Do you really want
To be at peace with your Self?
Or are you just mouthing the given words?
* * * *
You will see the obviousness of it
When you are ready to embrace your true reality
Rather than the self-perpetuated dream-state of manifest time.
* * * *
You were born to contemplate the dreamy mystery
In whatever way the weaving has fashioned your experiencing.
You are the puppet of goodness experiencing the fleeting eternity of time.
* * * *
Can you be exposed to another’s experience without judging it?
Discerning its reality without injecting your personal view?
Can you walk a lifetime of miles in another’s shoes?
* * * *
Living is far more complex
Than the simplicity of its truth.
* * * *
The limited mind is sole creator of all imagined glory.
The living dead inscribe their tombstones
With the pretense of delusion.
* * * *
The most direct way to awareness is attentive breathing.
* * * *
Consider these field notes of an attentive observer,
Subject to the programmed editing capacity
Of a word processor thesaurus.
* * * *
How quickly an innovation becomes tradition
Laden with dogma, symbols and rituals.
* * * *
Does any other life form on this garden world
Pat itself on the back as quickly,
Or as often as we?
* * * *
“There must be more to life,”
The voice within stated, clear as infinity
So long ago a mere memory now.
* * * *
We are not as different as the mind believes.
* * * *
Why something that so easily turns into hate
Is called love is beyond understanding.
* * * *
The pleasure you get today
Will likely add to your suffering
In some tomorrow hence.
* * * *
You have achieved and failed in so many ways.
C’est la vie, baby.
* * * *
The tombstone for the hamburger
That was once called Michael Jay Holshouser
Should read, “Thank god it’s over!”
* * * *
A-wandering and a-puttering.
* * * *
All resistance is futile.
* * * *
You’re starting to look like you will
For the remainder of your life.
You’ve had your time in the sun.
Let it go.
* * * *
What a neurotic world you harbor.
* * * *
Behave yourself.
* * * *
As tiring as all the rest.
* * * *
Majority offers little recourse.
* * * *
Another day.
More bullshit to deflect.
* * * *
Engage the mystery.
* * * *
Every assumption is rooted in imagination.
* * * *
Memories are the dust of time.
* * * *
The concept of god
Can be a great obstacle
In your awakening.
* * * *
Love…What a strange sound.
* * * *
Belief is for those who need make-believe more than reality.
* * * *
We are all imprinted from birth by the limited mindset of one culture or another.
How can any awaken to a broader view without some twist of fate,
Which escorts them outside their original framework,
To a platform from which they can explore
In whatever way destiny allows.
* * * *
We are all just temporary containers
In which consciousness plays.
* * * *
Words are merely sounds
To which imagination
Arbitrarily attaches meaning.
* * * *
To say the universe is your creation is amusing.
To say it is not is even more humorous.
* * * *
Another life work flushed away by ignorance.
Oh well.
* * * *
The infinity of your universe is beyond comparison.
* * * *
You mean normal really does exist?
* * * *
Some lessons are long
And hard won.
* * * *
A genie caught in a bottle
Is akin to your being in a body.
* * * *
Irony is allowing fools and psychotics to lead us.
* * * *
Applause has such a hollow sound.
* * * *
The more you attempt
To prove something to others,
The less likely it becomes.
* * * *
Most problems seem to grow
Much greater than need be
In undiscerning minds.
* * * *
Inside so infinite.
Few see it.
* * * *
It is the journey of immortals.
* * * *
Wax wings need not melt when touching the sun.
* * * *
Dull as it may seem at times,
Every step is an adventure.
* * * *
Ignorance incessantly argues with itself.
* * * *
How can pretence be more real than it is?
* * * *
Even shit has got soul.
* * * *
Death is effortless.
It’s the dying that’s hard.
* * * *
Zen monkey.
* * * *
A silent, attentive mind
Is humming with the scene
Through which it is passing.
* * * *
Pathetic is as pathetic does.
* * * *
Transcend malarkey.
* * * *
When is there time to practice
When reality is bearing down on you
Every moment of your life?
The game as afoot
The moment
You were conceived.
* * * *
We are all born of the same mystery.
There no greater or lesser aspect to it.
* * * *
Mortal gods.
* * * *
There’s nothing to justify.
* * * *
There you go make-believing yourself again.
* * * *
Ideals do not govern well.
* * * *
Is there anything more foul than a gutless coward
Who claims himself a true friend to your face
While bit by bit pushing a jagged stiletto
From behind towards your heart?
* * * *
Absolutely nothing can touch you.
* * * *
Labels are for those who believe.
* * * *
Look back at the path you just traveled,
And all you will see is the dream
Perceived in imagination.
* * * *
All attempts to limit the infinity within
From its origin bring about only
Irreconcilable suffering.
The unlimited
Cannot be bound by thought.
* * * *
The dream you call a life,
Could it have been any different?
Every decision, every turn, every pause,
Every laugh, every tear, every single experience
Has brought it to this imaginary flowering.
Had it been just one breath different,
It would be very much the same.
* * * *
Seek ye wisdom?
'Tis a lonely trek.
* * * *
How enticing the passions
Of jealously hatred, sorrow,
And other storms of the mind.
* * * *
Illusion, ignorance, delusion and confusion
Are the bitter seeds of destruction
Built into the foundation
Of all humanity has created.
* * * *
Am not sure what the point of that life is.
* * * *
You will never be told you must go home.
It is a volitional, choiceless return,
* * * *
Just tap your Ruby Slippers.
Kansas has been wafting
Before the beginning.
* * * *
Once you ignite
The crystal seed within,
Reality precipitates into oblivion.
* * * *
Humanity’s seed will endure far longer in time
If it chooses to discern its perfect origin.
But if not, it’s really not a big deal.
We are not as vital to the play
As we so vainly believe.
* * * *
Individuated personal vanity
Is the manifest flaw of your perfection.
Indivisible personality is an entirely different state,
To which few are drawn, and fewer discern.
* * * *
Now is forever.
* * * *
Ain’t no creature great or small or equally tall,
Whose shit is really any different than yours.
* * * *
We need leaders whose vision
Is thousands of years from now.
* * * *
Life, that breath between birth and death,
Is the make-believe of adults.
Children just play.
* * * *
If you vote your pocketbook,
You’re voting for extinction.
* * * *
The diagnosis is the remedy.
* * * *
Unwittingly, they raced toward gridlock.
* * * *
Dark, sinister, cynical laughter
Erupted from the speakers above.
* * * *
If you didn’t pay attention,
It’s much less likely
That it occurred.
* * * *
The usual adjectives.
* * * *
Even the hardest diamond
Will one day melt into oblivion.
* * * *
There’s definitely an absence of evidence
Regarding the existence of a separate entity
Many throughout the world choose to call “God.”
* * * *
Is it possible to ever appease this world?
* * * *
I’m sure it must be important
To at least one other person.
* * * *
You’re as real as it gets.
* * * *
If that isn’t scary,
I don’t know what is.
* * * *
Buddha without a belly,
Or at least only a little one.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
World Rights Reserved
Will you ever tire of being entertained?
* * * *
Those seeking vain reflection
Will not long reflect upon you.
* * * *
There is no satisfaction in hell,
Nor contentment with heaven.
* * * *
Count and guard you money,
Arrange and clean you possessions,
Act out your existence for the vanity life offers,
And cultivate the agony of mortality to its graveside end.
Who are the rare that distinguish the seed’s root,
And perceive that which is immortal?
* * * *
When time is clearly seen
As a neurological distraction,
How can you help but be free?
* * * *
What is it to rest in the lotus of stillness,
In the quietude free of passion,
Without the concerns
Of a hectic, time-filled mind?
* * * *
The divine breath is like an ocean wave
Crashed and stretching like a cat upon the sand,
And then withdrawing casually until its lungs are again full.
* * * *
Set about the inquiry through negation.
What you seek is what you are not,
Not what you believe you are.
* * * *
To resist your fate only magnifies the suffering.
* * * *
The deluded mind is like an impenetrable fog;
The seer like a light streaking across infinity.
* * * *
Those we consider heroes have failed us
Because we lack the discernment to pick real ones.
Great leaders are servants to the world,
Not vampires to self-interest.
* * * *
How long will the dream of man continue?
Only in time will the full epic be known.
* * * *
Do you really want
To be at peace with your Self?
Or are you just mouthing the given words?
* * * *
You will see the obviousness of it
When you are ready to embrace your true reality
Rather than the self-perpetuated dream-state of manifest time.
* * * *
You were born to contemplate the dreamy mystery
In whatever way the weaving has fashioned your experiencing.
You are the puppet of goodness experiencing the fleeting eternity of time.
* * * *
Can you be exposed to another’s experience without judging it?
Discerning its reality without injecting your personal view?
Can you walk a lifetime of miles in another’s shoes?
* * * *
Living is far more complex
Than the simplicity of its truth.
* * * *
The limited mind is sole creator of all imagined glory.
The living dead inscribe their tombstones
With the pretense of delusion.
* * * *
The most direct way to awareness is attentive breathing.
* * * *
Consider these field notes of an attentive observer,
Subject to the programmed editing capacity
Of a word processor thesaurus.
* * * *
How quickly an innovation becomes tradition
Laden with dogma, symbols and rituals.
* * * *
Does any other life form on this garden world
Pat itself on the back as quickly,
Or as often as we?
* * * *
“There must be more to life,”
The voice within stated, clear as infinity
So long ago a mere memory now.
* * * *
We are not as different as the mind believes.
* * * *
Why something that so easily turns into hate
Is called love is beyond understanding.
* * * *
The pleasure you get today
Will likely add to your suffering
In some tomorrow hence.
* * * *
You have achieved and failed in so many ways.
C’est la vie, baby.
* * * *
The tombstone for the hamburger
That was once called Michael Jay Holshouser
Should read, “Thank god it’s over!”
* * * *
A-wandering and a-puttering.
* * * *
All resistance is futile.
* * * *
You’re starting to look like you will
For the remainder of your life.
You’ve had your time in the sun.
Let it go.
* * * *
What a neurotic world you harbor.
* * * *
Behave yourself.
* * * *
As tiring as all the rest.
* * * *
Majority offers little recourse.
* * * *
Another day.
More bullshit to deflect.
* * * *
Engage the mystery.
* * * *
Every assumption is rooted in imagination.
* * * *
Memories are the dust of time.
* * * *
The concept of god
Can be a great obstacle
In your awakening.
* * * *
Love…What a strange sound.
* * * *
Belief is for those who need make-believe more than reality.
* * * *
We are all imprinted from birth by the limited mindset of one culture or another.
How can any awaken to a broader view without some twist of fate,
Which escorts them outside their original framework,
To a platform from which they can explore
In whatever way destiny allows.
* * * *
We are all just temporary containers
In which consciousness plays.
* * * *
Words are merely sounds
To which imagination
Arbitrarily attaches meaning.
* * * *
To say the universe is your creation is amusing.
To say it is not is even more humorous.
* * * *
Another life work flushed away by ignorance.
Oh well.
* * * *
The infinity of your universe is beyond comparison.
* * * *
You mean normal really does exist?
* * * *
Some lessons are long
And hard won.
* * * *
A genie caught in a bottle
Is akin to your being in a body.
* * * *
Irony is allowing fools and psychotics to lead us.
* * * *
Applause has such a hollow sound.
* * * *
The more you attempt
To prove something to others,
The less likely it becomes.
* * * *
Most problems seem to grow
Much greater than need be
In undiscerning minds.
* * * *
Inside so infinite.
Few see it.
* * * *
It is the journey of immortals.
* * * *
Wax wings need not melt when touching the sun.
* * * *
Dull as it may seem at times,
Every step is an adventure.
* * * *
Ignorance incessantly argues with itself.
* * * *
How can pretence be more real than it is?
* * * *
Even shit has got soul.
* * * *
Death is effortless.
It’s the dying that’s hard.
* * * *
Zen monkey.
* * * *
A silent, attentive mind
Is humming with the scene
Through which it is passing.
* * * *
Pathetic is as pathetic does.
* * * *
Transcend malarkey.
* * * *
When is there time to practice
When reality is bearing down on you
Every moment of your life?
The game as afoot
The moment
You were conceived.
* * * *
We are all born of the same mystery.
There no greater or lesser aspect to it.
* * * *
Mortal gods.
* * * *
There’s nothing to justify.
* * * *
There you go make-believing yourself again.
* * * *
Ideals do not govern well.
* * * *
Is there anything more foul than a gutless coward
Who claims himself a true friend to your face
While bit by bit pushing a jagged stiletto
From behind towards your heart?
* * * *
Absolutely nothing can touch you.
* * * *
Labels are for those who believe.
* * * *
Look back at the path you just traveled,
And all you will see is the dream
Perceived in imagination.
* * * *
All attempts to limit the infinity within
From its origin bring about only
Irreconcilable suffering.
The unlimited
Cannot be bound by thought.
* * * *
The dream you call a life,
Could it have been any different?
Every decision, every turn, every pause,
Every laugh, every tear, every single experience
Has brought it to this imaginary flowering.
Had it been just one breath different,
It would be very much the same.
* * * *
Seek ye wisdom?
'Tis a lonely trek.
* * * *
How enticing the passions
Of jealously hatred, sorrow,
And other storms of the mind.
* * * *
Illusion, ignorance, delusion and confusion
Are the bitter seeds of destruction
Built into the foundation
Of all humanity has created.
* * * *
Am not sure what the point of that life is.
* * * *
You will never be told you must go home.
It is a volitional, choiceless return,
* * * *
Just tap your Ruby Slippers.
Kansas has been wafting
Before the beginning.
* * * *
Once you ignite
The crystal seed within,
Reality precipitates into oblivion.
* * * *
Humanity’s seed will endure far longer in time
If it chooses to discern its perfect origin.
But if not, it’s really not a big deal.
We are not as vital to the play
As we so vainly believe.
* * * *
Individuated personal vanity
Is the manifest flaw of your perfection.
Indivisible personality is an entirely different state,
To which few are drawn, and fewer discern.
* * * *
Now is forever.
* * * *
Ain’t no creature great or small or equally tall,
Whose shit is really any different than yours.
* * * *
We need leaders whose vision
Is thousands of years from now.
* * * *
Life, that breath between birth and death,
Is the make-believe of adults.
Children just play.
* * * *
If you vote your pocketbook,
You’re voting for extinction.
* * * *
The diagnosis is the remedy.
* * * *
Unwittingly, they raced toward gridlock.
* * * *
Dark, sinister, cynical laughter
Erupted from the speakers above.
* * * *
If you didn’t pay attention,
It’s much less likely
That it occurred.
* * * *
The usual adjectives.
* * * *
Even the hardest diamond
Will one day melt into oblivion.
* * * *
There’s definitely an absence of evidence
Regarding the existence of a separate entity
Many throughout the world choose to call “God.”
* * * *
Is it possible to ever appease this world?
* * * *
I’m sure it must be important
To at least one other person.
* * * *
You’re as real as it gets.
* * * *
If that isn’t scary,
I don’t know what is.
* * * *
Buddha without a belly,
Or at least only a little one.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
World Rights Reserved
Chapter 169 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
CLXIX
What point to creating a big pile of gold
If you’re not going to spend some of it?
* * * *
Retire young while you’ve got the body to do something.
* * * *
Could an entity so many call god every really be truth,
Or would it be just another limitation to move beyond?
* * * *
Anything can be said many ways.
The trick is finding an optimum point.
Sometimes easy, sometimes not.
* * * *
What’s really worth getting angry about?
* * * *
Seeking outward approval from any form,
Even from a conceptualized god,
Is a vain dead end.
* * * *
Each of us attempts to figure out something
That will gratify our inner yearning for happiness.
Only a few are so dissatisfied with mortal fare
That they seek total reunion to the point
Of complete and utter annihilation.
* * * *
It is all merely the ever-changing of consciousness
Playing its Self out before the many senses.
But you, the actual you, the witness,
The essence prior all attributes,
Every thing and no thing,
Is ever untouched.
* * * *
A personal collection of observations,
To which you inherit only empty words.
* * * *
As long as you participate on the stage of time,
You will ever be tempted by the lightshow’s
Unending onslaught upon the senses.
But it is a steadfast determination
To abide in the essential aspect
Which will keep you balanced
Upon the tightrope which you stride.
* * * *
It has never really been your personal show.
It is not really you as an individual identity
Who has made any of this come about.
* * * *
Who do you truly care about but your own self-image?
How much compassion have you conferred on
The crippled alien upon the distant Eden
Going round the farthest star?
* * * *
Birth, death, and the so-called life between
Are all temporary figments of imagination.
* * * *
A wave rolls in and crashes into oblivion.
What exactly is there to attach to?
* * * *
The ignorance of fanaticism is a thick fog
Through which no morning sun can burn.
* * * *
Just beginning…again.
* * * *
How’s that for change?
* * * *
Your god is as temporary as you,
And will, in fact, die the same death.
* * * *
It seemed real at the time.
* * * *
Don’t buy it.
* * * *
Who decides right and wrong?
* * * *
Have yet to meet a label that doesn’t fit,
Including devil and god.
* * * *
Pshaww!
* * * *
Go to where knowledge cannot.
* * * *
You … We … are all That I Am.
* * * *
You have been mesmerized by a lot of pap.
* * * *
Your are simply the continuity
Of a long line of seeds.
None are inviolable.
* * * *
Discern Self, the eye of god.
* * * *
Another fine mess god has gotten us into.
* * * *
One for all and all for one.
* * * *
All this is happening to consciousness, not you.
* * * *
You will not comprehend the meaning of these words
Until you are ready to examine consciousness itself.
* * * *
Just because you can
Doesn’t mean you should.
* * * *
It is a dream you can never really touch.
* * * *
How much havoc your desire to be alive creates.
* * * *
When there is no other,
Yet appear to be so many,
Is an issue not easily resolved.
* * * *
Suffering cannot end
As long as there is any expectation
From this temporal, foolish play of consciousness.
* * * *
You cannot stop hate with hate,
But then again,
Love isn’t always the answer, either.
* * * *
Any organization is the synergy of its parts.
Management sets the tone,
And its people create the process.
* * * *
Consciousness is about chasing its own tail.
* * * *
To see clearly that you are but a figment of imagination
Requires a detachment few have the irony to attain.
* * * *
Science is an incomplete god.
* * * *
The innocent cannot fathom evil
Until they attain it for themselves.
* * * *
You cannot lead what won’t follow.
* * * *
At some point you must get up and wander on.
* * * *
A very simple message
Repeated again and again
To a crowd unwilling to listen.
* * * *
Do nine things right,
And the tenth wrong…
Which one will they remember?
* * * *
The solution is somewhere between love and hate.
* * * *
History has a way of making things happen quickly.
* * * *
History is a very personal relationship with illusion.
* * * *
If you see it, you see it.
If you can’t, you can’t.
There’s no persuasion between.
* * * *
Every moment is very simple,
And responding to each simply
Is an amazingly simple irony.
* * * *
Time has a way of passing
No matter where you are
Or what you’re doing.
* * * *
You can’t find what isn’t there to find.
* * * *
A personal god is the creation of imagination.
* * * *
How attached we are to geography.
* * * *
Another night at the movies.
* * * *
Outside or inside,
It is the same.
* * * *
Making claims of sole knowledge is rather absurd.
* * * *
About god, many know much.
About truth, many know very little.
* * * *
The field of relativity is absolute.
* * * *
Nothing is as nothing does.
* * * *
Realize that no one will ever
See the universe the same as you,
And in that epiphany, discern the tolerance
To respect the countless differences.
* * * *
The best thing since toilet paper.
* * * *
You can’t measure nothing.
* * * *
It doesn’t have to make sense.
* * * *
Through the eyes of madmen and jesters,
Truth is discerned.
* * * *
Who is it who quests freedom?
It is when the questioner evaporates.
* * * *
A rather curious, unresolvable play.
* * * *
Knowledge is the lie born of ignorance.
* * * *
Consciousness is movement,
The result of the desire to become.
* * * *
If you cannot question everything,
You will never see everything.
* * * *
Mind is creation.
Mind is destruction.
Mind is everything.
Mind is nothing.
* * * *
If not for the patternings of desire,
What would continue?
* * * *
Your longing for completion
Cannot be touched by consciousness.
* * * *
Will you read into these words your own projection?
Or will you discern that which is truly meant?
* * * *
Sandcastles all.
* * * *
How much of your inner balance
Hinges upon your projection
Of what others think?
* * * *
You are the stillness of the absolute unicity
Witnessing an illusory light show.
* * * *
You have unwittingly created this prison
And only you can discern the key
To the freedom you are.
* * * *
The reality of self-made knowledge
Is a zero-sum proposition.
* * * *
You are the fallen angel returning home.
* * * *
Despite what any given followers say,
Their game is not the way to salvation.
* * * *
All that you think you know
Is of so little consequence
Outside this manifest theater.
* * * *
Take no credit for this spontaneous surreal dream.
Its eternal nature is both prior and beyond
Any willful time-bound delusions.
* * * *
Without you to describe it,
Could any of it have ever been?
* * * *
You have confused your Self with the word.
* * * *
You, the seeker, are that which you seek,
But must penetrate Maya with insight
To discern your ultimate non-identity.
* * * *
Smoke can looks so busy.
* * * *
Each of us is a universe.
Bubbles in a jacuzzi.
* * * *
There’s always nothing to think about.
* * * *
Delusion is blindly believing
Imagination supercedes reality.
* * * *
In god we jest.
* * * *
All religion is vanity.
* * * *
How can anyone imagine a god
Of which they are not a part?
* * * *
The warrior conquers,
The gardener tames.
* * * *
How can one ever be free
If the senses dominate the mind?
* * * *
It’s all so laughable.
A sense of mirth is the best tonic
For life’s suffering.
* * * *
If you can’t laugh at god,
Where’s the freedom?
* * * *
You have confused your Self with all the words.
* * * *
You, the seeker, are that which you seek,
But must penetrate Maya with insight
To discern your ultimate identity.
* * * *
In this manifest theater,
Perfection is consciously attained
Through one’s inner vision.
* * * *
No matter
* * * *
Your true vocation
Is whatever interests you most
Right now.
* * * *
Awaken, eat, talk, walk, run, work and sleep
In oneness.
* * * *
Watch how you revere your creation.
* * * *
If this eternal insight
Is dynamic in even just one,
It is potential in all.
* * * *
To the farthest reaches of infinity,
You are.
* * * *
Your life is an opportunity
To merge consciously
Into eternal union.
* * * *
How many concepts are just mental masturbation.
* * * *
You will do whatever life calls you to do.
Fate is a rather strange play of illusion.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
World Rights Reserved
What point to creating a big pile of gold
If you’re not going to spend some of it?
* * * *
Retire young while you’ve got the body to do something.
* * * *
Could an entity so many call god every really be truth,
Or would it be just another limitation to move beyond?
* * * *
Anything can be said many ways.
The trick is finding an optimum point.
Sometimes easy, sometimes not.
* * * *
What’s really worth getting angry about?
* * * *
Seeking outward approval from any form,
Even from a conceptualized god,
Is a vain dead end.
* * * *
Each of us attempts to figure out something
That will gratify our inner yearning for happiness.
Only a few are so dissatisfied with mortal fare
That they seek total reunion to the point
Of complete and utter annihilation.
* * * *
It is all merely the ever-changing of consciousness
Playing its Self out before the many senses.
But you, the actual you, the witness,
The essence prior all attributes,
Every thing and no thing,
Is ever untouched.
* * * *
A personal collection of observations,
To which you inherit only empty words.
* * * *
As long as you participate on the stage of time,
You will ever be tempted by the lightshow’s
Unending onslaught upon the senses.
But it is a steadfast determination
To abide in the essential aspect
Which will keep you balanced
Upon the tightrope which you stride.
* * * *
It has never really been your personal show.
It is not really you as an individual identity
Who has made any of this come about.
* * * *
Who do you truly care about but your own self-image?
How much compassion have you conferred on
The crippled alien upon the distant Eden
Going round the farthest star?
* * * *
Birth, death, and the so-called life between
Are all temporary figments of imagination.
* * * *
A wave rolls in and crashes into oblivion.
What exactly is there to attach to?
* * * *
The ignorance of fanaticism is a thick fog
Through which no morning sun can burn.
* * * *
Just beginning…again.
* * * *
How’s that for change?
* * * *
Your god is as temporary as you,
And will, in fact, die the same death.
* * * *
It seemed real at the time.
* * * *
Don’t buy it.
* * * *
Who decides right and wrong?
* * * *
Have yet to meet a label that doesn’t fit,
Including devil and god.
* * * *
Pshaww!
* * * *
Go to where knowledge cannot.
* * * *
You … We … are all That I Am.
* * * *
You have been mesmerized by a lot of pap.
* * * *
Your are simply the continuity
Of a long line of seeds.
None are inviolable.
* * * *
Discern Self, the eye of god.
* * * *
Another fine mess god has gotten us into.
* * * *
One for all and all for one.
* * * *
All this is happening to consciousness, not you.
* * * *
You will not comprehend the meaning of these words
Until you are ready to examine consciousness itself.
* * * *
Just because you can
Doesn’t mean you should.
* * * *
It is a dream you can never really touch.
* * * *
How much havoc your desire to be alive creates.
* * * *
When there is no other,
Yet appear to be so many,
Is an issue not easily resolved.
* * * *
Suffering cannot end
As long as there is any expectation
From this temporal, foolish play of consciousness.
* * * *
You cannot stop hate with hate,
But then again,
Love isn’t always the answer, either.
* * * *
Any organization is the synergy of its parts.
Management sets the tone,
And its people create the process.
* * * *
Consciousness is about chasing its own tail.
* * * *
To see clearly that you are but a figment of imagination
Requires a detachment few have the irony to attain.
* * * *
Science is an incomplete god.
* * * *
The innocent cannot fathom evil
Until they attain it for themselves.
* * * *
You cannot lead what won’t follow.
* * * *
At some point you must get up and wander on.
* * * *
A very simple message
Repeated again and again
To a crowd unwilling to listen.
* * * *
Do nine things right,
And the tenth wrong…
Which one will they remember?
* * * *
The solution is somewhere between love and hate.
* * * *
History has a way of making things happen quickly.
* * * *
History is a very personal relationship with illusion.
* * * *
If you see it, you see it.
If you can’t, you can’t.
There’s no persuasion between.
* * * *
Every moment is very simple,
And responding to each simply
Is an amazingly simple irony.
* * * *
Time has a way of passing
No matter where you are
Or what you’re doing.
* * * *
You can’t find what isn’t there to find.
* * * *
A personal god is the creation of imagination.
* * * *
How attached we are to geography.
* * * *
Another night at the movies.
* * * *
Outside or inside,
It is the same.
* * * *
Making claims of sole knowledge is rather absurd.
* * * *
About god, many know much.
About truth, many know very little.
* * * *
The field of relativity is absolute.
* * * *
Nothing is as nothing does.
* * * *
Realize that no one will ever
See the universe the same as you,
And in that epiphany, discern the tolerance
To respect the countless differences.
* * * *
The best thing since toilet paper.
* * * *
You can’t measure nothing.
* * * *
It doesn’t have to make sense.
* * * *
Through the eyes of madmen and jesters,
Truth is discerned.
* * * *
Who is it who quests freedom?
It is when the questioner evaporates.
* * * *
A rather curious, unresolvable play.
* * * *
Knowledge is the lie born of ignorance.
* * * *
Consciousness is movement,
The result of the desire to become.
* * * *
If you cannot question everything,
You will never see everything.
* * * *
Mind is creation.
Mind is destruction.
Mind is everything.
Mind is nothing.
* * * *
If not for the patternings of desire,
What would continue?
* * * *
Your longing for completion
Cannot be touched by consciousness.
* * * *
Will you read into these words your own projection?
Or will you discern that which is truly meant?
* * * *
Sandcastles all.
* * * *
How much of your inner balance
Hinges upon your projection
Of what others think?
* * * *
You are the stillness of the absolute unicity
Witnessing an illusory light show.
* * * *
You have unwittingly created this prison
And only you can discern the key
To the freedom you are.
* * * *
The reality of self-made knowledge
Is a zero-sum proposition.
* * * *
You are the fallen angel returning home.
* * * *
Despite what any given followers say,
Their game is not the way to salvation.
* * * *
All that you think you know
Is of so little consequence
Outside this manifest theater.
* * * *
Take no credit for this spontaneous surreal dream.
Its eternal nature is both prior and beyond
Any willful time-bound delusions.
* * * *
Without you to describe it,
Could any of it have ever been?
* * * *
You have confused your Self with the word.
* * * *
You, the seeker, are that which you seek,
But must penetrate Maya with insight
To discern your ultimate non-identity.
* * * *
Smoke can looks so busy.
* * * *
Each of us is a universe.
Bubbles in a jacuzzi.
* * * *
There’s always nothing to think about.
* * * *
Delusion is blindly believing
Imagination supercedes reality.
* * * *
In god we jest.
* * * *
All religion is vanity.
* * * *
How can anyone imagine a god
Of which they are not a part?
* * * *
The warrior conquers,
The gardener tames.
* * * *
How can one ever be free
If the senses dominate the mind?
* * * *
It’s all so laughable.
A sense of mirth is the best tonic
For life’s suffering.
* * * *
If you can’t laugh at god,
Where’s the freedom?
* * * *
You have confused your Self with all the words.
* * * *
You, the seeker, are that which you seek,
But must penetrate Maya with insight
To discern your ultimate identity.
* * * *
In this manifest theater,
Perfection is consciously attained
Through one’s inner vision.
* * * *
No matter
* * * *
Your true vocation
Is whatever interests you most
Right now.
* * * *
Awaken, eat, talk, walk, run, work and sleep
In oneness.
* * * *
Watch how you revere your creation.
* * * *
If this eternal insight
Is dynamic in even just one,
It is potential in all.
* * * *
To the farthest reaches of infinity,
You are.
* * * *
Your life is an opportunity
To merge consciously
Into eternal union.
* * * *
How many concepts are just mental masturbation.
* * * *
You will do whatever life calls you to do.
Fate is a rather strange play of illusion.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
World Rights Reserved
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Chapter 170 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
CLXX
When the genes
Of your parents’ ancestry
Merged in your mother’s womb,
The patterning you are was set in motion.
Food was added, and the rest is memory’s projection.
* * * *
Freedom nurtures freedom.
* * * *
The dream passes more silently
As the craving for chatter dissipates.
* * * *
What do you imagine
Is so kind and loving about this world?
Have you ever closely observed
The reality of the creatures
You consider so cute?
* * * *
Humanity’s violent club has grown with technology
To a point undreamed of in prior history,
Yet what is there to learn
But that its destructive capability
Is equally devastating to whoever wields it.
* * * *
Concepts within concepts within concepts
Ad infinitum.
From whence do they all begin?
* * * *
Questions and answers.
Both come from and return to silence.
* * * *
Every nexus is a vehicle of the diversity of goodness.
* * * *
All purpose is imagined.
* * * *
Does a dull lump of unshaped clay
Adorn itself with meaning and purpose?
Only that which it is fashioned into
Would play out such vanity.
* * * *
We would laugh if an ant thought itself grand
Or a daisy sought to change itself into a rose,
Yet we cannot see our own vanity is no different.
* * * *
Duality is created by minds which do not discern
The essential nature of opposites is the same.
* * * *
Is there any difference which is not imagined?
* * * *
Transcend every thought, every concept,
Until there is nothing but pure awareness.
* * * *
Lotus bound, ye are, ye are.
* * * *
How foolish we are to destroy one another
For seeing the same thing differently.
* * * *
Stay awhile.
* * * *
A dreamer whose only dream was to become true.
* * * *
Always on the make,
He dreams in lust.
* * * *
You are the coin in this sorcerer’s dream.
* * * *
Nothing is forever.
* * * *
“What do you want?” the question.
“Nothing,” the answer.
* * * *
Have you had your fill of the loneliness, yet?
* * * *
Every bubble a universe.
* * * *
What does anyone want but a fantasy?
* * * *
What good is any so-called spiritual book
If it doesn’t relate to what’s happening now?
* * * *
Age is a cloak of invisibility.
* * * *
What will it be like with 10 billion?
* * * *
Any given expectation
Is bound, sooner or later,
To prove disappointing.
* * * *
Fooled again by your own naïveté.
* * * *
How far must you expand into the universe
To comprehend it is your own creation?
* * * *
How valiantly you have sought to fulfill your perceived purpose,
Only to finally realize it was merely a convincing concoction of thought
Given reality by the senses and your incessant craving for more.
* * * *
There is no reconciliation of the dualistic mind.
* * * *
In their ceaseless fabrication of self-made knowledge,
The sciences ever divide into increasingly finite specializations.
It may well be our undoing if we do not find visionaries
Capable of piecing back together the whole.
* * * *
Until your vision
Takes in the universe,
You will drift in hell.
* * * *
There is no suffering,
Just knots of consciousness
To be cut by the blade of discernment.
* * * *
The sense of duality is resistance to the inevitable.
* * * *
Concepts are being used herein to destroy concepts,
Until all is seen from that unlimited nature beyond concepts.
* * * *
It leaves you very much alone
In a most purifying way.
* * * *
Power, wealth and status
Tend to create divisive,
Blinding arrogance.
* * * *
Cut and slice until you discern
Only that which was never born.
The essential abyss of awareness
Wherein no concept can tread.
* * * *
Do not hold others back from Self-discovery
Simply because you are too vain to let go.
* * * *
Your attachment to limitation is what kills you.
* * * *
What would you be without all the history?
* * * *
Leave behind all your desires for a better world.
You cannot save anyone or anything,
Not even your Self.
* * * *
Could you learn as much in a lesser hell?
* * * *
What relationship
Can the finite have with infinity
But through complete and utter surrender?
* * * *
All that knowledge blinds you to reality.
* * * *
A world full of blind men;
All exploring the same elephant.
Debating parts and killing one another
Because they cannot extrapolate the whole.
And all the while, the elephant stands unconcerned.
* * * *
Fools follow fools.
The mystic follow none,
Leading where none can follow.
* * * *
With our busy lives, there is so little time
For real inquiry into the essential nature.
* * * *
No brag, just fact.
* * * *
What reconciliation can there be
Between the personal with the impersonal,
But complete surrender of the former with the latter.
* * * *
Duality can never be reconciled
Without insight into the ultimate unity.
* * * *
The interacting flow each has
With people, places, things and ideas
Is an inconceivable, kaleidoscoping dance.
Step back as far as you can imagine,
And the universe shimmers
Within a deep silence.
* * * *
Within each of us,
This impersonal nature
Witnesses the eternal theater
Forever now.
* * * *
The only way this dream
Could ever have been fair
Is for it to have never been.
* * * *
Ideals are meaningless without real intention.
* * * *
Detachment comes as you discern
You are more stillness than persona.
* * * *
No matter how expansive you may imagine it,
Any god created by consciousness
Is ever only a concept.
Until you see its reality within,
Your vision will be forever bound in time.
* * * *
Have you discerned yet
That every time you wake up,
You have this repeating nightmare
That you are a human being?
* * * *
Peace must manifest within before it ever will without.
* * * *
Gotta have a sense of humor.
Kind of like ruby slippers.
Click a couple times,
And you’re home.
* * * *
Does anyone really remember asking for this?
* * * *
Is the best we can do?
* * * *
Isness, nowness, godness, oneness…
All the same mysterious sugarness of youness.
* * * *
Without the stillness,
There would be no reference point
To discern the movement.
* * * *
It’s a relativity thing.
* * * *
No matter how infinite,
How fantastic the light show,
It is ever the same essential nature,
Which is without any attribute whatsoever.
* * * *
Contemplate an atom.
Extrapolate its essence into you,
And then expand to infinity.
* * * *
Identity is a temporary framework,
Which should not be confused
With the final de-structuring.
* * * *
Just because someone did something horrific to one of your ancestors
Does not mean you must exact revenge upon the descendants.
Do not be burdened by the whims of historical nonsense.
* * * *
What is seeking glory
But an empty bag
Of projected memories?
* * * *
What knife can harm
That which birth and death
Can never penetrate?
* * * *
Pain is not an eternal matter.
It is in the realm of mind
Locked in the continuity of time.
Pain without time is merely sensation.
* * * *
The fear of death has been used against you
In every way imaginable
Since this silly game got going.
You are, of course, a complicit player in the plot.
* * * *
There is no end to man-made knowledge of god,
But what, pray tell, does god really have to say?
* * * *
Anyone who is just looking for Jesus
Has misunderstood the Christ aspect.
* * * *
Humanity’s so-called success
Is at the same time the seed
Of its inevitable destruction.
* * * *
What exactly would you change this world into
That everyone would willingly go along with?
* * * *
Eternity is nowness in a forever kind of way.
* * * *
Hell hath no road untrammeled.
* * * *
You create and allow
The many voices of reflections
To reign your temporary, mortal existence.
To realize all are your own projection
Is one of the greater challenges.
* * * *
Love, cute and nice are all four-letter words.
* * * *
Each of us sees our own way,
Yet what each of us sees
Is in reality exactly the same.
* * * *
All any devil needs do to turn it around
Is to just start stretching its wings.
* * * *
You are neither above or below
Anything or anyone.
All arrogance is unfounded.
* * * *
The many judgments you cast
Are the ones you have yet to face.
* * * *
Seek ye god, and you will find your Self.
* * * *
Your resistance to life is ever matched
By its gritty talent at creating trials
Which transform you into wine.
Very similar to the way water
Turns mountains into silt.
* * * *
So many thoughts.
Nowhere to go.
* * * *
A gift to time.
* * * *
Share your Self.
* * * *
You are reincarnated in every thought.
* * * *
Until the mind totally merges into its unitary nature,
Consciousness will endlessly reincarnate the identity it plays,
The you, you believe you are, but have never been.
* * * *
Any revolution begins with the seed of a vision.
* * * *
Intellect caught in the web of words
Cannot fathom beyond them.
* * * *
Pride is maya’s greatest ally.
* * * *
Dredge the mind of that which is not.
* * * *
Cleverness can be so wearing.
* * * *
There is only one way,
But there are an infinity of witnesses
In which it wanders its creation.
* * * *
All concepts end at the grave,
But what you truly are
Can never die,
For it was never born.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
World Rights Reserved
When the genes
Of your parents’ ancestry
Merged in your mother’s womb,
The patterning you are was set in motion.
Food was added, and the rest is memory’s projection.
* * * *
Freedom nurtures freedom.
* * * *
The dream passes more silently
As the craving for chatter dissipates.
* * * *
What do you imagine
Is so kind and loving about this world?
Have you ever closely observed
The reality of the creatures
You consider so cute?
* * * *
Humanity’s violent club has grown with technology
To a point undreamed of in prior history,
Yet what is there to learn
But that its destructive capability
Is equally devastating to whoever wields it.
* * * *
Concepts within concepts within concepts
Ad infinitum.
From whence do they all begin?
* * * *
Questions and answers.
Both come from and return to silence.
* * * *
Every nexus is a vehicle of the diversity of goodness.
* * * *
All purpose is imagined.
* * * *
Does a dull lump of unshaped clay
Adorn itself with meaning and purpose?
Only that which it is fashioned into
Would play out such vanity.
* * * *
We would laugh if an ant thought itself grand
Or a daisy sought to change itself into a rose,
Yet we cannot see our own vanity is no different.
* * * *
Duality is created by minds which do not discern
The essential nature of opposites is the same.
* * * *
Is there any difference which is not imagined?
* * * *
Transcend every thought, every concept,
Until there is nothing but pure awareness.
* * * *
Lotus bound, ye are, ye are.
* * * *
How foolish we are to destroy one another
For seeing the same thing differently.
* * * *
Stay awhile.
* * * *
A dreamer whose only dream was to become true.
* * * *
Always on the make,
He dreams in lust.
* * * *
You are the coin in this sorcerer’s dream.
* * * *
Nothing is forever.
* * * *
“What do you want?” the question.
“Nothing,” the answer.
* * * *
Have you had your fill of the loneliness, yet?
* * * *
Every bubble a universe.
* * * *
What does anyone want but a fantasy?
* * * *
What good is any so-called spiritual book
If it doesn’t relate to what’s happening now?
* * * *
Age is a cloak of invisibility.
* * * *
What will it be like with 10 billion?
* * * *
Any given expectation
Is bound, sooner or later,
To prove disappointing.
* * * *
Fooled again by your own naïveté.
* * * *
How far must you expand into the universe
To comprehend it is your own creation?
* * * *
How valiantly you have sought to fulfill your perceived purpose,
Only to finally realize it was merely a convincing concoction of thought
Given reality by the senses and your incessant craving for more.
* * * *
There is no reconciliation of the dualistic mind.
* * * *
In their ceaseless fabrication of self-made knowledge,
The sciences ever divide into increasingly finite specializations.
It may well be our undoing if we do not find visionaries
Capable of piecing back together the whole.
* * * *
Until your vision
Takes in the universe,
You will drift in hell.
* * * *
There is no suffering,
Just knots of consciousness
To be cut by the blade of discernment.
* * * *
The sense of duality is resistance to the inevitable.
* * * *
Concepts are being used herein to destroy concepts,
Until all is seen from that unlimited nature beyond concepts.
* * * *
It leaves you very much alone
In a most purifying way.
* * * *
Power, wealth and status
Tend to create divisive,
Blinding arrogance.
* * * *
Cut and slice until you discern
Only that which was never born.
The essential abyss of awareness
Wherein no concept can tread.
* * * *
Do not hold others back from Self-discovery
Simply because you are too vain to let go.
* * * *
Your attachment to limitation is what kills you.
* * * *
What would you be without all the history?
* * * *
Leave behind all your desires for a better world.
You cannot save anyone or anything,
Not even your Self.
* * * *
Could you learn as much in a lesser hell?
* * * *
What relationship
Can the finite have with infinity
But through complete and utter surrender?
* * * *
All that knowledge blinds you to reality.
* * * *
A world full of blind men;
All exploring the same elephant.
Debating parts and killing one another
Because they cannot extrapolate the whole.
And all the while, the elephant stands unconcerned.
* * * *
Fools follow fools.
The mystic follow none,
Leading where none can follow.
* * * *
With our busy lives, there is so little time
For real inquiry into the essential nature.
* * * *
No brag, just fact.
* * * *
What reconciliation can there be
Between the personal with the impersonal,
But complete surrender of the former with the latter.
* * * *
Duality can never be reconciled
Without insight into the ultimate unity.
* * * *
The interacting flow each has
With people, places, things and ideas
Is an inconceivable, kaleidoscoping dance.
Step back as far as you can imagine,
And the universe shimmers
Within a deep silence.
* * * *
Within each of us,
This impersonal nature
Witnesses the eternal theater
Forever now.
* * * *
The only way this dream
Could ever have been fair
Is for it to have never been.
* * * *
Ideals are meaningless without real intention.
* * * *
Detachment comes as you discern
You are more stillness than persona.
* * * *
No matter how expansive you may imagine it,
Any god created by consciousness
Is ever only a concept.
Until you see its reality within,
Your vision will be forever bound in time.
* * * *
Have you discerned yet
That every time you wake up,
You have this repeating nightmare
That you are a human being?
* * * *
Peace must manifest within before it ever will without.
* * * *
Gotta have a sense of humor.
Kind of like ruby slippers.
Click a couple times,
And you’re home.
* * * *
Does anyone really remember asking for this?
* * * *
Is the best we can do?
* * * *
Isness, nowness, godness, oneness…
All the same mysterious sugarness of youness.
* * * *
Without the stillness,
There would be no reference point
To discern the movement.
* * * *
It’s a relativity thing.
* * * *
No matter how infinite,
How fantastic the light show,
It is ever the same essential nature,
Which is without any attribute whatsoever.
* * * *
Contemplate an atom.
Extrapolate its essence into you,
And then expand to infinity.
* * * *
Identity is a temporary framework,
Which should not be confused
With the final de-structuring.
* * * *
Just because someone did something horrific to one of your ancestors
Does not mean you must exact revenge upon the descendants.
Do not be burdened by the whims of historical nonsense.
* * * *
What is seeking glory
But an empty bag
Of projected memories?
* * * *
What knife can harm
That which birth and death
Can never penetrate?
* * * *
Pain is not an eternal matter.
It is in the realm of mind
Locked in the continuity of time.
Pain without time is merely sensation.
* * * *
The fear of death has been used against you
In every way imaginable
Since this silly game got going.
You are, of course, a complicit player in the plot.
* * * *
There is no end to man-made knowledge of god,
But what, pray tell, does god really have to say?
* * * *
Anyone who is just looking for Jesus
Has misunderstood the Christ aspect.
* * * *
Humanity’s so-called success
Is at the same time the seed
Of its inevitable destruction.
* * * *
What exactly would you change this world into
That everyone would willingly go along with?
* * * *
Eternity is nowness in a forever kind of way.
* * * *
Hell hath no road untrammeled.
* * * *
You create and allow
The many voices of reflections
To reign your temporary, mortal existence.
To realize all are your own projection
Is one of the greater challenges.
* * * *
Love, cute and nice are all four-letter words.
* * * *
Each of us sees our own way,
Yet what each of us sees
Is in reality exactly the same.
* * * *
All any devil needs do to turn it around
Is to just start stretching its wings.
* * * *
You are neither above or below
Anything or anyone.
All arrogance is unfounded.
* * * *
The many judgments you cast
Are the ones you have yet to face.
* * * *
Seek ye god, and you will find your Self.
* * * *
Your resistance to life is ever matched
By its gritty talent at creating trials
Which transform you into wine.
Very similar to the way water
Turns mountains into silt.
* * * *
So many thoughts.
Nowhere to go.
* * * *
A gift to time.
* * * *
Share your Self.
* * * *
You are reincarnated in every thought.
* * * *
Until the mind totally merges into its unitary nature,
Consciousness will endlessly reincarnate the identity it plays,
The you, you believe you are, but have never been.
* * * *
Any revolution begins with the seed of a vision.
* * * *
Intellect caught in the web of words
Cannot fathom beyond them.
* * * *
Pride is maya’s greatest ally.
* * * *
Dredge the mind of that which is not.
* * * *
Cleverness can be so wearing.
* * * *
There is only one way,
But there are an infinity of witnesses
In which it wanders its creation.
* * * *
All concepts end at the grave,
But what you truly are
Can never die,
For it was never born.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
World Rights Reserved
Chapter 171 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
CLXXI
Live life in whatever way you will,
But through it all, discern that which is untouched
By any fleeting, temporal dream.
* * * *
Few truly seek the end of oblivion’s rainbow.
* * * *
The patterns into which each is woven
Must in time play themselves out.
* * * *
Anonymity within is the most real tack.
* * * *
Activists shout from the rooftops
That the house is ablaze,
But never discern
They are among
The many arsonists.
* * * *
Taste is relative to the individual tongue.
* * * *
Every mind a bubble,
A universe unto its Self.
None really better or worse.
All equally imagined.
* * * *
The most binding snare
Is the mind’s incessant predisposition
To make eternity more complex
Than it can ever be.
* * * *
How does it feel to be locked
In a bag of wilting flesh?
* * * *
Are your emotional states
Merely association and attachment
To the chemical reactions of your mind-body?
* * * *
We do not achieve peace because so few really intend it.
The passion of separation gives a pleasurable energy,
Despite the destructive nature it vents all about us.
If everyone truly wanted a peaceful existence,
It would be happening each and every right now.
* * * *
Hell is a great time, don’t you think?
* * * *
Be sovereign.
Allow sovereignty.
* * * *
You torture yourself
Because you believe
There is something else
You should be doing.
And what would that be?
* * * *
We have made ourselves psychologically dependent
On so much.
* * * *
You are the creation and destruction,
Both loving and weary.
* * * *
There are none who lack the seed of redemption,
No matter how desolate the soil.
* * * *
Does it make much difference knowing this?
Only if you can sustain your detachment.
* * * *
You will suffer as long as you believe the play real.
* * * *
Here you are, godness come to life,
Witnessing the theater of the manifest field,
The mortal epoch filled with every twist
Of emotion, thought and deed.
What is it you want?
* * * *
It is your own soul you must discern,
Not someone else’s.
Too many follow far too long.
* * * *
What was really born of Eden
Was a vivid imagination.
* * * *
You might consider a gnat’s lifespan short,
But what makes you see yours as long?
* * * *
It is your assumption that you are a body
That creates so much suffering.
* * * *
Is all your busy-ness a facade
Designed to avoid the black box within?
* * * *
Would you be satisfied to be merely gnat consciousness?
Then why are you so content merely to be a human being?
* * * *
As to your body’s health,
Give it whatever is needed,
That it is neither a distraction,
Nor a vain burden.
* * * *
Every imaginable pact played equally well.
* * * *
The only thing to die to is identity.
* * * *
Consciousness is the manifest exponent of ignorance.
Only through disciplined inquiry into its primal nature
Can that ignorance transcend into eternal simplicity.
* * * *
The greatest context is without barrier, reason or rhyme.
* * * *
Chaos rules.
* * * *
Each imagines a unique universe.
Language and art allow disclosure,
But how quick we are to judge those
Whose arbitrary visions are not our own.
* * * *
You can only question as deeply as your fear allows.
* * * *
Though you want it to be more than it is,
You are already as it can ever be.
* * * *
Illusion is sugar-coating.
* * * *
If you look to heaven
After the physical death,
You have missed the boat.
* * * *
The body is bound to this earthly plane,
But your vision need not be.
Expand into the inconceivable limits.
* * * *
The pressure to conform is so great.
Few can discern prior to the many voices,
The many reflections of their imagined universe.
* * * *
Your quest for consistency is the inconsistency.
* * * *
The only way you can really love another
Is by first loving your Self.
* * * *
What most call love
Is a pleasant physiological response to a thought process.
It is the product of attachment to the attributes
Of the manifest theater.
* * * *
Are you individually reincarnated, or is that game
Merely your general stream of consciousness
Playing out delusion in the indivisible mind?
* * * *
Do you ever feel you belong somewhere else?
That you are really an alien disguised as a human being
Watching an extremely confused species act out
Every conceivable, often twisted contortion?
It is what drives so many to one asylum or another.
* * * *
Humanity will probably not figure it out,
But there’s no collecting on that bet.
* * * *
If existence was merely a theater of pleasure
Without the teeter-tottering pain of consciousness,
Would you, could you ever discern your ultimate reality?
* * * *
Every bit of manifest consciousness,
Every thought uttered or written
Is simply you chattering
Through diversity
To your Self.
* * * *
Godness is the patterning,
And all patterning is born of limitation.
* * * *
You have created all this knowledge, but to what end?
* * * *
There is really only one thing to know.
* * * *
You continue hoping for some magnificent fate,
As if the glory will prove you are worthy
Of that which your already are.
* * * *
Would you need to pray if you really understood
What you truly are?
* * * *
Ah, for that timeless time
When you are never parted.
* * * *
Who am I but you in yet another form?
* * * *
Sweet oblivion plays within so many forms existing not.
* * * *
What boundaries can hold any madman?
* * * *
Neither path, nor the landscape along it:
Neither river, nor the banks beside it,
You are.
* * * *
Those who know the oneness see it in all things.
* * * *
Essentially inessential.
* * * *
You were maybe for some reason expecting
This manifest world to be perfect and fair?
Hah, the joke is most certainly on you.
* * * *
You cannot hold onto anything,
So you may as well breathe well.
* * * *
As long as you ask lightshow questions,
You will get lightshow answers.
Maya begets maya.
* * * *
The tabula rasa is eternally blank.
The desire for purpose is your own concoction.
Rhyme and reason will ever be whatever will fabricates.
* * * *
Why pen all these thoughts?
Because it is amusing to chip away
At the false pretenses of human arrogance,
And perhaps even plant seeds for a time to come.
Which, of course, is the scribe’s own delusional arrogance.
* * * *
Can’t win for losing.
* * * *
You are told to become something,
But when have you ever been
Anything but what your are?
* * * *
What is integrity but integration with that which is whole.
* * * *
Whose approval do you really need but your own?
No parent, teacher, king or god can fulfill your longing.
* * * *
Seize the now.
* * * *
Palace or gutter; same glory.
* * * *
To have a perception of the past is the nature of the mind.
But to give time too much weight is the way to destruction.
* * * *
What other creatures would bother
With most of the things human beings do?
Our vain edifices are entirely of our own making.
* * * *
So many trying to change themselves or someone else.
Who is seeking the change, and what will anyone change into
That is really any different?
Gold is gold, no matter the cast.
* * * *
Psychology is about the comfort of conformity.
* * * *
Where are you
When the mind loses
All sense of time and space?
* * * *
Is gossip really any different
Than a chicken coup in uproar?
* * * *
So many voices.
Which ones speak the truth?
* * * *
There is only one way,
But no vision of it
Will ever be the same.
* * * *
Once the lotus of awareness bursts into bloom,
There is really no way to ever slumber again.
* * * *
What hell can rock your bliss
Without your volition?
* * * *
Innocence is a one-shot deal.
* * * *
What are we but primates with unwarranted airs?
* * * *
It is written, but to what end?
* * * *
You are the calm within both fair and stormy weather.
* * * *
How discontent you are
With your fleeting little role.
Would being god even satisfy you?
* * * *
Poor Jesus.
Wonder what he really thought.
* * * *
How trapped you are by all you self-made idolatry.
* * * *
Any expectation is bound to suffer disappointment.
* * * *
To rely on experts is to forego your own knowing.
* * * *
Seek the meaning of words
Beyond habitual reactions.
* * * *
Even if you could cross the universe in moment,
Your underlying awareness would still be here and now.
* * * *
What conceptual gods can ever compare
To that which is prior to all concepts?
* * * *
When will you take responsibility
For the outcomes of all your actions?
When will you take custody of your fate?
* * * *
Discipline, discipline, discipline.
* * * *
Is there any concept worth dying for?
* * * *
Be very still within,
And the pain of consciousness recedes.
* * * *
What is this craving to be known,
To be recognized by another?
* * * *
Matter-of-fact crazy.
* * * *
Looking for that nothing you will never find.
* * * *
Real power is not about titles.
* * * *
How easy it is to be distracted
All those experts who claim to know.
* * * *
So many games to learn not to play.
* * * *
You seek answers to the questions
Who, what, where, when, why and how,
But rarely glance at source desiring to know.
* * * *
How many shields, angers, fears, and resentments
Must be peeled aside to even comprehend
A child’s pliable vulnerability?
* * * *
Once you see it,
Whatever vehicle you used
Is no longer necessary in your journey.
It is perhaps even a distraction.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
World Rights Reserved
Live life in whatever way you will,
But through it all, discern that which is untouched
By any fleeting, temporal dream.
* * * *
Few truly seek the end of oblivion’s rainbow.
* * * *
The patterns into which each is woven
Must in time play themselves out.
* * * *
Anonymity within is the most real tack.
* * * *
Activists shout from the rooftops
That the house is ablaze,
But never discern
They are among
The many arsonists.
* * * *
Taste is relative to the individual tongue.
* * * *
Every mind a bubble,
A universe unto its Self.
None really better or worse.
All equally imagined.
* * * *
The most binding snare
Is the mind’s incessant predisposition
To make eternity more complex
Than it can ever be.
* * * *
How does it feel to be locked
In a bag of wilting flesh?
* * * *
Are your emotional states
Merely association and attachment
To the chemical reactions of your mind-body?
* * * *
We do not achieve peace because so few really intend it.
The passion of separation gives a pleasurable energy,
Despite the destructive nature it vents all about us.
If everyone truly wanted a peaceful existence,
It would be happening each and every right now.
* * * *
Hell is a great time, don’t you think?
* * * *
Be sovereign.
Allow sovereignty.
* * * *
You torture yourself
Because you believe
There is something else
You should be doing.
And what would that be?
* * * *
We have made ourselves psychologically dependent
On so much.
* * * *
You are the creation and destruction,
Both loving and weary.
* * * *
There are none who lack the seed of redemption,
No matter how desolate the soil.
* * * *
Does it make much difference knowing this?
Only if you can sustain your detachment.
* * * *
You will suffer as long as you believe the play real.
* * * *
Here you are, godness come to life,
Witnessing the theater of the manifest field,
The mortal epoch filled with every twist
Of emotion, thought and deed.
What is it you want?
* * * *
It is your own soul you must discern,
Not someone else’s.
Too many follow far too long.
* * * *
What was really born of Eden
Was a vivid imagination.
* * * *
You might consider a gnat’s lifespan short,
But what makes you see yours as long?
* * * *
It is your assumption that you are a body
That creates so much suffering.
* * * *
Is all your busy-ness a facade
Designed to avoid the black box within?
* * * *
Would you be satisfied to be merely gnat consciousness?
Then why are you so content merely to be a human being?
* * * *
As to your body’s health,
Give it whatever is needed,
That it is neither a distraction,
Nor a vain burden.
* * * *
Every imaginable pact played equally well.
* * * *
The only thing to die to is identity.
* * * *
Consciousness is the manifest exponent of ignorance.
Only through disciplined inquiry into its primal nature
Can that ignorance transcend into eternal simplicity.
* * * *
The greatest context is without barrier, reason or rhyme.
* * * *
Chaos rules.
* * * *
Each imagines a unique universe.
Language and art allow disclosure,
But how quick we are to judge those
Whose arbitrary visions are not our own.
* * * *
You can only question as deeply as your fear allows.
* * * *
Though you want it to be more than it is,
You are already as it can ever be.
* * * *
Illusion is sugar-coating.
* * * *
If you look to heaven
After the physical death,
You have missed the boat.
* * * *
The body is bound to this earthly plane,
But your vision need not be.
Expand into the inconceivable limits.
* * * *
The pressure to conform is so great.
Few can discern prior to the many voices,
The many reflections of their imagined universe.
* * * *
Your quest for consistency is the inconsistency.
* * * *
The only way you can really love another
Is by first loving your Self.
* * * *
What most call love
Is a pleasant physiological response to a thought process.
It is the product of attachment to the attributes
Of the manifest theater.
* * * *
Are you individually reincarnated, or is that game
Merely your general stream of consciousness
Playing out delusion in the indivisible mind?
* * * *
Do you ever feel you belong somewhere else?
That you are really an alien disguised as a human being
Watching an extremely confused species act out
Every conceivable, often twisted contortion?
It is what drives so many to one asylum or another.
* * * *
Humanity will probably not figure it out,
But there’s no collecting on that bet.
* * * *
If existence was merely a theater of pleasure
Without the teeter-tottering pain of consciousness,
Would you, could you ever discern your ultimate reality?
* * * *
Every bit of manifest consciousness,
Every thought uttered or written
Is simply you chattering
Through diversity
To your Self.
* * * *
Godness is the patterning,
And all patterning is born of limitation.
* * * *
You have created all this knowledge, but to what end?
* * * *
There is really only one thing to know.
* * * *
You continue hoping for some magnificent fate,
As if the glory will prove you are worthy
Of that which your already are.
* * * *
Would you need to pray if you really understood
What you truly are?
* * * *
Ah, for that timeless time
When you are never parted.
* * * *
Who am I but you in yet another form?
* * * *
Sweet oblivion plays within so many forms existing not.
* * * *
What boundaries can hold any madman?
* * * *
Neither path, nor the landscape along it:
Neither river, nor the banks beside it,
You are.
* * * *
Those who know the oneness see it in all things.
* * * *
Essentially inessential.
* * * *
You were maybe for some reason expecting
This manifest world to be perfect and fair?
Hah, the joke is most certainly on you.
* * * *
You cannot hold onto anything,
So you may as well breathe well.
* * * *
As long as you ask lightshow questions,
You will get lightshow answers.
Maya begets maya.
* * * *
The tabula rasa is eternally blank.
The desire for purpose is your own concoction.
Rhyme and reason will ever be whatever will fabricates.
* * * *
Why pen all these thoughts?
Because it is amusing to chip away
At the false pretenses of human arrogance,
And perhaps even plant seeds for a time to come.
Which, of course, is the scribe’s own delusional arrogance.
* * * *
Can’t win for losing.
* * * *
You are told to become something,
But when have you ever been
Anything but what your are?
* * * *
What is integrity but integration with that which is whole.
* * * *
Whose approval do you really need but your own?
No parent, teacher, king or god can fulfill your longing.
* * * *
Seize the now.
* * * *
Palace or gutter; same glory.
* * * *
To have a perception of the past is the nature of the mind.
But to give time too much weight is the way to destruction.
* * * *
What other creatures would bother
With most of the things human beings do?
Our vain edifices are entirely of our own making.
* * * *
So many trying to change themselves or someone else.
Who is seeking the change, and what will anyone change into
That is really any different?
Gold is gold, no matter the cast.
* * * *
Psychology is about the comfort of conformity.
* * * *
Where are you
When the mind loses
All sense of time and space?
* * * *
Is gossip really any different
Than a chicken coup in uproar?
* * * *
So many voices.
Which ones speak the truth?
* * * *
There is only one way,
But no vision of it
Will ever be the same.
* * * *
Once the lotus of awareness bursts into bloom,
There is really no way to ever slumber again.
* * * *
What hell can rock your bliss
Without your volition?
* * * *
Innocence is a one-shot deal.
* * * *
What are we but primates with unwarranted airs?
* * * *
It is written, but to what end?
* * * *
You are the calm within both fair and stormy weather.
* * * *
How discontent you are
With your fleeting little role.
Would being god even satisfy you?
* * * *
Poor Jesus.
Wonder what he really thought.
* * * *
How trapped you are by all you self-made idolatry.
* * * *
Any expectation is bound to suffer disappointment.
* * * *
To rely on experts is to forego your own knowing.
* * * *
Seek the meaning of words
Beyond habitual reactions.
* * * *
Even if you could cross the universe in moment,
Your underlying awareness would still be here and now.
* * * *
What conceptual gods can ever compare
To that which is prior to all concepts?
* * * *
When will you take responsibility
For the outcomes of all your actions?
When will you take custody of your fate?
* * * *
Discipline, discipline, discipline.
* * * *
Is there any concept worth dying for?
* * * *
Be very still within,
And the pain of consciousness recedes.
* * * *
What is this craving to be known,
To be recognized by another?
* * * *
Matter-of-fact crazy.
* * * *
Looking for that nothing you will never find.
* * * *
Real power is not about titles.
* * * *
How easy it is to be distracted
All those experts who claim to know.
* * * *
So many games to learn not to play.
* * * *
You seek answers to the questions
Who, what, where, when, why and how,
But rarely glance at source desiring to know.
* * * *
How many shields, angers, fears, and resentments
Must be peeled aside to even comprehend
A child’s pliable vulnerability?
* * * *
Once you see it,
Whatever vehicle you used
Is no longer necessary in your journey.
It is perhaps even a distraction.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
World Rights Reserved
Chapter 172 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
CLXXII
You are born of the original seed.
* * * *
Grasp that the identified you
Is not the you playing out
This spontaneous lightshow.
* * * *
Seek nothing but union,
And consciousness will take care of the player.
* * * *
Judgment is separation.
* * * *
Goals require desire,
And when desire diminishes,
All goals become clear and simple.
* * * *
Part of humility
Is a grace and equanimity
In moments both harsh and blessed.
* * * *
Love is a one-way street.
* * * *
We madly stampede toward the cliffs,
Violently clawing at one another,
Creating a hellish nightmare
Without any reckoning
Except utter destruction.
Both appalling and amusing.
Lemmings ain’t got nothing on us.
* * * *
We have loaded so much in our heads.
There is little room for serenity,
Good will and wisdom.
* * * *
Do you only care about the many because they are anonymous?
Do you think they care about you for any different reason?
* * * *
Habit is a precursor to inattention.
* * * *
Things might be much easier
If you would only remember to breathe.
The brain requires plenty of oxygen
And air’s other components.
* * * *
What will this world be like
When ten billion human beings
Are scrambling, clawing to survive?
* * * *
Not so Self-evident as one might think.
* * * *
How weary one becomes of all the wanting.
* * * *
To think it’s more than it is,
Is just more of the same old vanity.
* * * *
Now, if you’d been paying attention,
You’d know it weren’t time
For that particular thing to happen.
* * * *
You’ll have your feast, my friends, but not today.
* * * *
Deep down, we’re all Soul mates.
* * * *
Too infinite, really, to be called anything.
* * * *
Time can make or break any relationship.
* * * *
One twisted soul, two twisted souls,
Three twisted souls, four…
Who knows how many more?
* * * *
Gratuitous romance.
* * * *
Humility is the art of not thinking
About your many vanities all the time.
* * * *
Huff and puff all you please,
This house won’t be
Coming down anytime soon.
* * * *
Muggles everywhere.
* * * *
Unceasingly amazing
How stupid people can be
About so-called religion.
* * * *
Good thing you’re not in charge.
* * * *
Life is the creative evolution of the mystery.
* * * *
Ah, my fine pretty, the only reason
Your insolence is forgiven so readily
Is the irony of your superficial beauty.
Exhaust that, and you’ll discover
All those suitors really think.
* * * *
What we call news is just glorified gossip
With pictures and expert commentary.
* * * *
Knock, knock, knocking on the devil’s door.
* * * *
If you are insane, it is the world
That made you that way.
* * * *
What’s hotter than hot and colder than cold?
* * * *
You are the stuff of which godness is made.
* * * *
Boredom slows the clock,
Which can be nice as you age.
* * * *
It’s that old theory/reality irony again.
* * * *
Sometimes you hurt yourself more
By trying to stay in shape
Than you would
If you just took it a little easier.
* * * *
Oh boy, another stoplight.
* * * *
Emotion is overrated.
* * * *
Everything so quickly done.
Nothing you can do except let go,
And keep rolling on till death do you part.
* * * *
The concept of hell was created
By the guy who got beat up by the playground bully,
And wanted to exact some sense of revenge.
* * * *
Be considerate when possible,
And ruthless when you must.
* * * *
Just playing out your piece of eternity.
* * * *
Field notes
From a madman
Back from the sun,
Wax wings intact.
* * * *
They worship their desire and their fear and their suffering.
* * * *
The unspoilable dynamic.
* * * *
Rushing from one moment to the next,
They miss all of it.
* * * *
Sometimes the most open is the least obvious.
* * * *
Is there anyone who doesn’t one day wonder
Of sickness, injury, illness and dying:
How is this happening to me?
* * * *
When it comes to the control-nicks,
The trick is to stay beneath the radar.
* * * *
Jesus,
2000 years…and counting.
* * * *
Amazing how patient delusion makes some people.
* * * *
Unlikely any translation
Can ever completely grasp
Any given author’s exact meaning.
* * * *
Liver’s a lot cheaper.
* * * *
Suffering is a lack of presence
Coupled with denial of process.
* * * *
Time melds, time melts
* * * *
Do you really care, or do you just pretend to?
* * * *
Does the bee attend a dried-up rose?
* * * *
It’s more a matter of what you don’t want to do anymore.
* * * *
Justifying yourself is one of those Sisyphean tasks.
Chances are no one will ever totally accept you as you are.
* * * *
The joy of a true cynic
Is outraging another cynic.
* * * *
Pundits like to show off how little they know.
* * * *
You believe what you need to believe
In order to function in your world.
* * * *
An island in the storm.
* * * *
What is there in any word to believe?
* * * *
What you’re really looking for is a state of mind.
* * * *
So many things you’ll never know.
* * * *
All a state of mind.
* * * *
Another day and no form to go in the madness.
* * * *
If you don’t care, why should anyone else?
* * * *
If there was only pleasure,
There would be no pain
To unmask the unmaskable.
* * * *
From form to formless
And back again,
Water is so unattached.
* * * *
Only in consciousness
Is there pleasure and pain.
* * * *
What evidence do you have that it excludes you?
* * * *
Life is harsh,
But need we make it harsher?
* * * *
Why let emotions dictate your life?
* * * *
Not an easy fate.
* * * *
Be wary of believing any propaganda.
* * * *
Hollywood endings are not reality.
* * * *
Living for another
Will always leave one lonely
Sooner or later.
* * * *
Life is a disease
To which death is the remedy.
* * * *
It’s all about attrition.
* * * *
Everyone a linguist in their own fashion.
* * * *
Are you anyone’s promise?
* * * *
Not so hungry as you used to be, are ya?
* * * *
Any given mind is a unique mix of capacity and limitation.
* * * *
I am that I Am
You are that I Am
She is that I Am
He is that I Am
It is that I Am
We are that I Am
They are that I Am
There is nothing that is not
That I Am.
* * * *
So driven.
* * * *
Some days you’re estranged.
Some days you’re involved
Nature of the beast,
Consciousness.
* * * *
Language is just the communication between universes.
* * * *
Can you really change your mind?
* * * *
Is religion really any more than
A tattered security blanket?
* * * *
The biggest bother about growing older
Is attending all those funerals.
And you thought weddings were bad.
* * * *
Credit banks on a future yet unknown.
* * * *
Another imaginary crusade
To save the world from itself.
* * * *
Build a field,
And they might come.
* * * *
Cars passing, passing, passing.
Passengers watching, watching, watching…
What are we all seeing through the windows of our eyes?
* * * *
Surrender the many to the one.
* * * *
It’s as infinite inside as it is outside.
* * * *
It really doesn’t make sense
That some god would create you,
Then judge you for how you play a game
In which there are no clear rules.
* * * *
Plagiarists all.
* * * *
What’s the point of decaf coffee
And non-alcoholic beer?
* * * *
What evidence of a personal god does anyone have?
Believing something does not make it so.
* * * *
Fear of some speculation is a waste of breath.
* * * *
Am I supposed to be bothered
By what you think of me?
* * * *
Looking for a bigger picture.
* * * *
Does it always have to make sense?
* * * *
Better you than me.
* * * *
To be at peace is a choiceless state of mind.
* * * *
So simple that only the most simple can see it.
* * * *
What is this thing called time?
* * * *
Pretty easy to get along with people
If you play out a reflection they can tolerate.
* * * *
If only god would finally give
All these Christians their imaginary heaven.
Now, that would be good news.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
World Rights Reserved
You are born of the original seed.
* * * *
Grasp that the identified you
Is not the you playing out
This spontaneous lightshow.
* * * *
Seek nothing but union,
And consciousness will take care of the player.
* * * *
Judgment is separation.
* * * *
Goals require desire,
And when desire diminishes,
All goals become clear and simple.
* * * *
Part of humility
Is a grace and equanimity
In moments both harsh and blessed.
* * * *
Love is a one-way street.
* * * *
We madly stampede toward the cliffs,
Violently clawing at one another,
Creating a hellish nightmare
Without any reckoning
Except utter destruction.
Both appalling and amusing.
Lemmings ain’t got nothing on us.
* * * *
We have loaded so much in our heads.
There is little room for serenity,
Good will and wisdom.
* * * *
Do you only care about the many because they are anonymous?
Do you think they care about you for any different reason?
* * * *
Habit is a precursor to inattention.
* * * *
Things might be much easier
If you would only remember to breathe.
The brain requires plenty of oxygen
And air’s other components.
* * * *
What will this world be like
When ten billion human beings
Are scrambling, clawing to survive?
* * * *
Not so Self-evident as one might think.
* * * *
How weary one becomes of all the wanting.
* * * *
To think it’s more than it is,
Is just more of the same old vanity.
* * * *
Now, if you’d been paying attention,
You’d know it weren’t time
For that particular thing to happen.
* * * *
You’ll have your feast, my friends, but not today.
* * * *
Deep down, we’re all Soul mates.
* * * *
Too infinite, really, to be called anything.
* * * *
Time can make or break any relationship.
* * * *
One twisted soul, two twisted souls,
Three twisted souls, four…
Who knows how many more?
* * * *
Gratuitous romance.
* * * *
Humility is the art of not thinking
About your many vanities all the time.
* * * *
Huff and puff all you please,
This house won’t be
Coming down anytime soon.
* * * *
Muggles everywhere.
* * * *
Unceasingly amazing
How stupid people can be
About so-called religion.
* * * *
Good thing you’re not in charge.
* * * *
Life is the creative evolution of the mystery.
* * * *
Ah, my fine pretty, the only reason
Your insolence is forgiven so readily
Is the irony of your superficial beauty.
Exhaust that, and you’ll discover
All those suitors really think.
* * * *
What we call news is just glorified gossip
With pictures and expert commentary.
* * * *
Knock, knock, knocking on the devil’s door.
* * * *
If you are insane, it is the world
That made you that way.
* * * *
What’s hotter than hot and colder than cold?
* * * *
You are the stuff of which godness is made.
* * * *
Boredom slows the clock,
Which can be nice as you age.
* * * *
It’s that old theory/reality irony again.
* * * *
Sometimes you hurt yourself more
By trying to stay in shape
Than you would
If you just took it a little easier.
* * * *
Oh boy, another stoplight.
* * * *
Emotion is overrated.
* * * *
Everything so quickly done.
Nothing you can do except let go,
And keep rolling on till death do you part.
* * * *
The concept of hell was created
By the guy who got beat up by the playground bully,
And wanted to exact some sense of revenge.
* * * *
Be considerate when possible,
And ruthless when you must.
* * * *
Just playing out your piece of eternity.
* * * *
Field notes
From a madman
Back from the sun,
Wax wings intact.
* * * *
They worship their desire and their fear and their suffering.
* * * *
The unspoilable dynamic.
* * * *
Rushing from one moment to the next,
They miss all of it.
* * * *
Sometimes the most open is the least obvious.
* * * *
Is there anyone who doesn’t one day wonder
Of sickness, injury, illness and dying:
How is this happening to me?
* * * *
When it comes to the control-nicks,
The trick is to stay beneath the radar.
* * * *
Jesus,
2000 years…and counting.
* * * *
Amazing how patient delusion makes some people.
* * * *
Unlikely any translation
Can ever completely grasp
Any given author’s exact meaning.
* * * *
Liver’s a lot cheaper.
* * * *
Suffering is a lack of presence
Coupled with denial of process.
* * * *
Time melds, time melts
* * * *
Do you really care, or do you just pretend to?
* * * *
Does the bee attend a dried-up rose?
* * * *
It’s more a matter of what you don’t want to do anymore.
* * * *
Justifying yourself is one of those Sisyphean tasks.
Chances are no one will ever totally accept you as you are.
* * * *
The joy of a true cynic
Is outraging another cynic.
* * * *
Pundits like to show off how little they know.
* * * *
You believe what you need to believe
In order to function in your world.
* * * *
An island in the storm.
* * * *
What is there in any word to believe?
* * * *
What you’re really looking for is a state of mind.
* * * *
So many things you’ll never know.
* * * *
All a state of mind.
* * * *
Another day and no form to go in the madness.
* * * *
If you don’t care, why should anyone else?
* * * *
If there was only pleasure,
There would be no pain
To unmask the unmaskable.
* * * *
From form to formless
And back again,
Water is so unattached.
* * * *
Only in consciousness
Is there pleasure and pain.
* * * *
What evidence do you have that it excludes you?
* * * *
Life is harsh,
But need we make it harsher?
* * * *
Why let emotions dictate your life?
* * * *
Not an easy fate.
* * * *
Be wary of believing any propaganda.
* * * *
Hollywood endings are not reality.
* * * *
Living for another
Will always leave one lonely
Sooner or later.
* * * *
Life is a disease
To which death is the remedy.
* * * *
It’s all about attrition.
* * * *
Everyone a linguist in their own fashion.
* * * *
Are you anyone’s promise?
* * * *
Not so hungry as you used to be, are ya?
* * * *
Any given mind is a unique mix of capacity and limitation.
* * * *
I am that I Am
You are that I Am
She is that I Am
He is that I Am
It is that I Am
We are that I Am
They are that I Am
There is nothing that is not
That I Am.
* * * *
So driven.
* * * *
Some days you’re estranged.
Some days you’re involved
Nature of the beast,
Consciousness.
* * * *
Language is just the communication between universes.
* * * *
Can you really change your mind?
* * * *
Is religion really any more than
A tattered security blanket?
* * * *
The biggest bother about growing older
Is attending all those funerals.
And you thought weddings were bad.
* * * *
Credit banks on a future yet unknown.
* * * *
Another imaginary crusade
To save the world from itself.
* * * *
Build a field,
And they might come.
* * * *
Cars passing, passing, passing.
Passengers watching, watching, watching…
What are we all seeing through the windows of our eyes?
* * * *
Surrender the many to the one.
* * * *
It’s as infinite inside as it is outside.
* * * *
It really doesn’t make sense
That some god would create you,
Then judge you for how you play a game
In which there are no clear rules.
* * * *
Plagiarists all.
* * * *
What’s the point of decaf coffee
And non-alcoholic beer?
* * * *
What evidence of a personal god does anyone have?
Believing something does not make it so.
* * * *
Fear of some speculation is a waste of breath.
* * * *
Am I supposed to be bothered
By what you think of me?
* * * *
Looking for a bigger picture.
* * * *
Does it always have to make sense?
* * * *
Better you than me.
* * * *
To be at peace is a choiceless state of mind.
* * * *
So simple that only the most simple can see it.
* * * *
What is this thing called time?
* * * *
Pretty easy to get along with people
If you play out a reflection they can tolerate.
* * * *
If only god would finally give
All these Christians their imaginary heaven.
Now, that would be good news.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
World Rights Reserved
Chapter 173 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
CLXXIII
These moments of peace are brought to you by your Self.
* * * *
Tell people what they want to hear,
And they’ll usually like you.
Political expediency,
If you will.
* * * *
Without doubt,
There would be no philosophy.
* * * *
Were you born stupid,
Or are you just working yourself that direction.
* * * *
Strange how fear can dominate our lives.
* * * *
No soul can be bought or sold.
You can pretend to be bought or sold,
But it’s only pretend, because you can’t trade
What isn’t yours to own.
* * * *
It’s your piece of the pie
To do with what you will.
* * * *
Ah, something else you will never know.
* * * *
Another beautiful woman…
Ho-hum.
* * * *
There is no touching now with the mind.
One only passes through a dream.
* * * *
Some things are just more bother than they’re worth.
* * * *
An interesting illusion, self image.
* * * *
Interesting how any given history changes over time.
* * * *
It was a non-committal, political face.
* * * *
Go up a few hundred feet,
And a human being won’t come across
Much bigger than an insect.
It’s all relative.
* * * *
Sometimes it’s far more lonely in a crowd.
* * * *
Nowing now to now.
* * * *
Got lots of nothing to say.
* * * *
Temples of vanity everywhere.
* * * *
And they just keep on getting fatter.
* * * *
He’s back,
And you’ve got it all wrong.
* * * *
Your face and body
Are the reflection of your soul.
* * * *
She thinks she’s worth diamonds,
But is she really even worth a dime?
* * * *
Amazing how far a step at a time will get you.
* * * *
Seventy years of life equals
840 months, 3,640 weeks, 25,550 days,
613,200 hours, 36,792,000 minutes,
22,07,520,000 minutes, and
Who knows how many moments.
* * * *
You toy with history as if it matters.
* * * *
Money is really only a little time and toil.
* * * *
It’s all just the play of a dream.
* * * *
Might be a good idea to leave a few stones unturned
So that down the road you have something new to taste.
* * * *
Even the most perfect memory
Cannot recapture one single moment,
Nor can any given perception ever outlast time.
* * * *
Only nothing is eternal.
* * * *
Ever notice how when someone
Wants something so very, very badly,
The desire to give it to them tends to shrivel.
* * * *
Or is it just you?
* * * *
In the actuality of daily living, there is nothing but choice.
But the essence from which all life, all form is born
Does not embrace any choice whatsoever.
* * * *
Ultimate truth is not about the persuasion
Of choice-filled, time-bound propagandas.
* * * *
When you’re young, all you see is youth.
As you age, the range and variety
Seems to expand daily.
* * * *
Morality is a personal issue,
But why ruin someone else’s life
For a few moments of gratification?
* * * *
If chickens had fur, and were a bit cuter,
We probably wouldn’t eat them, either.
* * * *
Divine madness doth reign
In a mind that hath no bounds.
* * * *
Is it a matter of following,
Or of mirroring the reflection within?
* * * *
It takes a lot of pain to be detached.
* * * *
Why be in such a rush?
You’ll be passing through that now soon enough.
* * * *
What is more important: To know god,
Or to know you are that which is godness?
* * * *
Wet ain’t so bad, as long as you stay dry,
* * * *
Once you’ve seen beyond experience,
All experiencing becomes relative.
* * * *
That’s about as fast as that needs to happen.
* * * *
In the eternal sense, one now is as good as another.
* * * *
There’s usually room for one more.
* * * *
Why not you?
* * * *
Should be okay as long as nobody does anything stupid.
* * * *
Once upon a time,
The future seemed so far away.
Now it’s here, and that, too,
Is slipping so quickly
Into another day.
* * * *
Wasn’t so long ago that things were so different.
The pace is quickening so quickly now.
A roller coaster out of control.
* * * *
You used to be so fearless.
What happened?
* * * *
It’s a total thing.
No partials allowed.
* * * *
How do you enlighten
The people who are exclusive
That it’s all-inclusive?
* * * *
Who can hear what cannot be said?
* * * *
Let the cosmos decide the fate of our time.
* * * *
There’s always somewhere else you’d rather be,
But even there, here you are now.
* * * *
The first and most precious gift
You have ever received
Was a breath.
But nothing lasts forever,
And someday death will take it back.
Your physical body’s last act, conscious or not,
Will be a long, full exhale into oblivion.
* * * *
Judgment is just another twisted form of desire.
* * * *
Ever wonder if you’ll live to regret it?
* * * *
Have you ever looked around
And wondered at how truly grotesque
So many human beings are?
The flesh that was once so firm and supple
Eventually bloats, sags, and discolors to such appalling ends.
Only the mind’s capacity for delusion makes it tolerable to abide for any duration.
* * * *
Despite what the newspaper said,
They probably didn’t perish instantly.
In fact, they likely suffered intolerable pain
Much longer than you’d care to know.
* * * *
There’s really no glory in anything
Except your imagination.
* * * *
Amazing how freeing it is
When what any other thinks of you
Is no longer of any concern.
* * * *
Relax, it’s only time.
* * * *
Like being up on top of a mountain, totally alone.
* * * *
You never know when your last moment will be,
So enjoy each and every one possible
In whatever way you will.
* * * *
At least you’re still moving.
* * * *
Even the tortoise eventually gets to the finish line.
* * * *
That guy has got a serious issue
With the size of his penis.
* * * *
Gossip is a world-wide phenomenon.
A certain amount of it will be about you.
Get over it.
* * * *
It’s not like you’re the only one who sees it, you know.
* * * *
Sometimes the obvious
Just isn’t warm and fuzzy enough
For those seeking comfort.
* * * *
Sorry, but your delusion just isn’t all that interesting.
* * * *
Fill it however you please,
Your entire life is a brief window
Into the misty fog of time and space.
* * * *
If you’re into measurement, have I got a world for you.
* * * *
You don’t have to keep processing this, you know.
* * * *
Survived another little journey in time, eh?
* * * *
Amazing what the will to survive will endure.
* * * *
Don’t let time intimidate you.
* * * *
As you get older,
You realize so many things,
Once so important,
Aren’t at all.
* * * *
Eternity is a longer time than long can be.
* * * *
The way things ought to be
Ain’t the way they are.
* * * *
If god is what so many think,
Then he is as finite as you.
* * * *
The reality is you are only a breath from death,
Therefore, if you must identify with something,
A breath is much more vital than any thought.
* * * *
A marketing swirl.
* * * *
You don’t have to keep processing this, you know.
* * * *
Amazing what the will to survive will endure.
* * * *
There are some people you would be sorry to kill.
* * * *
Lost your humor again, I see.
* * * *
You aren’t the first, and won’t be the last.
You are the first, you are the last.
* * * *
Here and now is the here now your mind allows.
* * * *
A neurological dream.
* * * *
We’re all strangers.
* * * *
There is no shortage of vanity in this world.
* * * *
Death’s easy.
It’s life that’s the bitch.
* * * *
Whatever dream you play out
In any scenario of this vast light show
Are all imagined realities untouched by reality.
* * * *
Why? Because it seems to be amusing
To play an endless game of hide and seek,
To lose and discover your Self again and again
In the infinite maze of eternity timing and spacing.
* * * *
The only way to get past all delusion
Is to reside Soully in the stillness of absoluteness.
Not an easy thing for any to want to do.
Maya smiles at the challenge.
* * * *
The wages of our separation
Are collected in so many ways.
* * * *
When you close your eyes, shut off the senses,
Where is the world but in your imagination?
* * * *
Grief over one loss or another
Is an act of selective self-absorption.
All forms succumb to the changing nature.
None are immune, and that for which one grieves
Is but a projection, a denial offering no tonic but delusion.
* * * *
In any well-intentioned deed,
There will be the seed of mayhem.
In any so-called iniquity there will reside
A purity few will ever comprehend.
* * * *
You will know as much at the end
As you did in the beginning.
* * * *
Rushing inattentively through space-time,
You so often miss the unfolding now,
The play of light and shadow
As it mysteriously unfolds
Without any concern or doubt.
Would that you were so care free.
* * * *
If you are in a muddled morass,
There is no use blaming all the others.
You must get your Self out,
Or perish trying.
* * * *
To be vulnerable, open, receptive,
The walls of resistance must dissolve.
To see those is the death of identification,
The ending of sorrow and confusion.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
World Rights Reserved
These moments of peace are brought to you by your Self.
* * * *
Tell people what they want to hear,
And they’ll usually like you.
Political expediency,
If you will.
* * * *
Without doubt,
There would be no philosophy.
* * * *
Were you born stupid,
Or are you just working yourself that direction.
* * * *
Strange how fear can dominate our lives.
* * * *
No soul can be bought or sold.
You can pretend to be bought or sold,
But it’s only pretend, because you can’t trade
What isn’t yours to own.
* * * *
It’s your piece of the pie
To do with what you will.
* * * *
Ah, something else you will never know.
* * * *
Another beautiful woman…
Ho-hum.
* * * *
There is no touching now with the mind.
One only passes through a dream.
* * * *
Some things are just more bother than they’re worth.
* * * *
An interesting illusion, self image.
* * * *
Interesting how any given history changes over time.
* * * *
It was a non-committal, political face.
* * * *
Go up a few hundred feet,
And a human being won’t come across
Much bigger than an insect.
It’s all relative.
* * * *
Sometimes it’s far more lonely in a crowd.
* * * *
Nowing now to now.
* * * *
Got lots of nothing to say.
* * * *
Temples of vanity everywhere.
* * * *
And they just keep on getting fatter.
* * * *
He’s back,
And you’ve got it all wrong.
* * * *
Your face and body
Are the reflection of your soul.
* * * *
She thinks she’s worth diamonds,
But is she really even worth a dime?
* * * *
Amazing how far a step at a time will get you.
* * * *
Seventy years of life equals
840 months, 3,640 weeks, 25,550 days,
613,200 hours, 36,792,000 minutes,
22,07,520,000 minutes, and
Who knows how many moments.
* * * *
You toy with history as if it matters.
* * * *
Money is really only a little time and toil.
* * * *
It’s all just the play of a dream.
* * * *
Might be a good idea to leave a few stones unturned
So that down the road you have something new to taste.
* * * *
Even the most perfect memory
Cannot recapture one single moment,
Nor can any given perception ever outlast time.
* * * *
Only nothing is eternal.
* * * *
Ever notice how when someone
Wants something so very, very badly,
The desire to give it to them tends to shrivel.
* * * *
Or is it just you?
* * * *
In the actuality of daily living, there is nothing but choice.
But the essence from which all life, all form is born
Does not embrace any choice whatsoever.
* * * *
Ultimate truth is not about the persuasion
Of choice-filled, time-bound propagandas.
* * * *
When you’re young, all you see is youth.
As you age, the range and variety
Seems to expand daily.
* * * *
Morality is a personal issue,
But why ruin someone else’s life
For a few moments of gratification?
* * * *
If chickens had fur, and were a bit cuter,
We probably wouldn’t eat them, either.
* * * *
Divine madness doth reign
In a mind that hath no bounds.
* * * *
Is it a matter of following,
Or of mirroring the reflection within?
* * * *
It takes a lot of pain to be detached.
* * * *
Why be in such a rush?
You’ll be passing through that now soon enough.
* * * *
What is more important: To know god,
Or to know you are that which is godness?
* * * *
Wet ain’t so bad, as long as you stay dry,
* * * *
Once you’ve seen beyond experience,
All experiencing becomes relative.
* * * *
That’s about as fast as that needs to happen.
* * * *
In the eternal sense, one now is as good as another.
* * * *
There’s usually room for one more.
* * * *
Why not you?
* * * *
Should be okay as long as nobody does anything stupid.
* * * *
Once upon a time,
The future seemed so far away.
Now it’s here, and that, too,
Is slipping so quickly
Into another day.
* * * *
Wasn’t so long ago that things were so different.
The pace is quickening so quickly now.
A roller coaster out of control.
* * * *
You used to be so fearless.
What happened?
* * * *
It’s a total thing.
No partials allowed.
* * * *
How do you enlighten
The people who are exclusive
That it’s all-inclusive?
* * * *
Who can hear what cannot be said?
* * * *
Let the cosmos decide the fate of our time.
* * * *
There’s always somewhere else you’d rather be,
But even there, here you are now.
* * * *
The first and most precious gift
You have ever received
Was a breath.
But nothing lasts forever,
And someday death will take it back.
Your physical body’s last act, conscious or not,
Will be a long, full exhale into oblivion.
* * * *
Judgment is just another twisted form of desire.
* * * *
Ever wonder if you’ll live to regret it?
* * * *
Have you ever looked around
And wondered at how truly grotesque
So many human beings are?
The flesh that was once so firm and supple
Eventually bloats, sags, and discolors to such appalling ends.
Only the mind’s capacity for delusion makes it tolerable to abide for any duration.
* * * *
Despite what the newspaper said,
They probably didn’t perish instantly.
In fact, they likely suffered intolerable pain
Much longer than you’d care to know.
* * * *
There’s really no glory in anything
Except your imagination.
* * * *
Amazing how freeing it is
When what any other thinks of you
Is no longer of any concern.
* * * *
Relax, it’s only time.
* * * *
Like being up on top of a mountain, totally alone.
* * * *
You never know when your last moment will be,
So enjoy each and every one possible
In whatever way you will.
* * * *
At least you’re still moving.
* * * *
Even the tortoise eventually gets to the finish line.
* * * *
That guy has got a serious issue
With the size of his penis.
* * * *
Gossip is a world-wide phenomenon.
A certain amount of it will be about you.
Get over it.
* * * *
It’s not like you’re the only one who sees it, you know.
* * * *
Sometimes the obvious
Just isn’t warm and fuzzy enough
For those seeking comfort.
* * * *
Sorry, but your delusion just isn’t all that interesting.
* * * *
Fill it however you please,
Your entire life is a brief window
Into the misty fog of time and space.
* * * *
If you’re into measurement, have I got a world for you.
* * * *
You don’t have to keep processing this, you know.
* * * *
Survived another little journey in time, eh?
* * * *
Amazing what the will to survive will endure.
* * * *
Don’t let time intimidate you.
* * * *
As you get older,
You realize so many things,
Once so important,
Aren’t at all.
* * * *
Eternity is a longer time than long can be.
* * * *
The way things ought to be
Ain’t the way they are.
* * * *
If god is what so many think,
Then he is as finite as you.
* * * *
The reality is you are only a breath from death,
Therefore, if you must identify with something,
A breath is much more vital than any thought.
* * * *
A marketing swirl.
* * * *
You don’t have to keep processing this, you know.
* * * *
Amazing what the will to survive will endure.
* * * *
There are some people you would be sorry to kill.
* * * *
Lost your humor again, I see.
* * * *
You aren’t the first, and won’t be the last.
You are the first, you are the last.
* * * *
Here and now is the here now your mind allows.
* * * *
A neurological dream.
* * * *
We’re all strangers.
* * * *
There is no shortage of vanity in this world.
* * * *
Death’s easy.
It’s life that’s the bitch.
* * * *
Whatever dream you play out
In any scenario of this vast light show
Are all imagined realities untouched by reality.
* * * *
Why? Because it seems to be amusing
To play an endless game of hide and seek,
To lose and discover your Self again and again
In the infinite maze of eternity timing and spacing.
* * * *
The only way to get past all delusion
Is to reside Soully in the stillness of absoluteness.
Not an easy thing for any to want to do.
Maya smiles at the challenge.
* * * *
The wages of our separation
Are collected in so many ways.
* * * *
When you close your eyes, shut off the senses,
Where is the world but in your imagination?
* * * *
Grief over one loss or another
Is an act of selective self-absorption.
All forms succumb to the changing nature.
None are immune, and that for which one grieves
Is but a projection, a denial offering no tonic but delusion.
* * * *
In any well-intentioned deed,
There will be the seed of mayhem.
In any so-called iniquity there will reside
A purity few will ever comprehend.
* * * *
You will know as much at the end
As you did in the beginning.
* * * *
Rushing inattentively through space-time,
You so often miss the unfolding now,
The play of light and shadow
As it mysteriously unfolds
Without any concern or doubt.
Would that you were so care free.
* * * *
If you are in a muddled morass,
There is no use blaming all the others.
You must get your Self out,
Or perish trying.
* * * *
To be vulnerable, open, receptive,
The walls of resistance must dissolve.
To see those is the death of identification,
The ending of sorrow and confusion.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
World Rights Reserved
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