21 July 2014

Preface


Greetings,

“The Return to Wonder” blog is a compendium of aphorisms not included in the three other works: The Stillness Before Time, The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, and Breadcrumbs.  It totals 3,000 pages formatted in 300 ten-page chapters written since 1990-ish.  It has been uploaded beginning with Chapter 265 down to Chapter 1, followed by Chapter 266 up to 300.  They can be accessed by clicking through older and newer posts at the bottom of each page, or by searching through the blog archives in the sidebar.

“The Stillness Before Time” is the original 50-page work that was published in 1992, including mostly aphorisms, a few essays, and lists of movies and books.  Though a self-published version can be purchased at major booksellers, a downloadable copy is available, no charge, at the website below.  There are also a variety of links to several Facebook pages, Twitter, a number of blogs, and links to other very powerful writings of the same ilk.

The Stillness Before Time

A 50-page PDF can be downloaded at:
http://www.thestillnessbeforetime.com/thestillnessbeforetime.pdf

"The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim" is the second published book, and is both blogged and available as a PDF download.

The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim

A 505-page PDF can be downloaded at:

“Breadcrumbs” is a blog of a more personal nature than the others, including the most recent aphorisms, a life resume, a photo album, some duplicates of essays and lists previously published, and other this-and-that silliness that has come to mind over time.  All just to show I was a living, breathing, relativity mundane, oftentimes foolish mortal, same as everyone else.  No need to make me more than I was.  No need for legends, no need for myths, no need for fables, no need for miracles, no need for any fictions to which history has so often given itself.  This collection of thoughts is as full of the limited and arbitrary as anything else born of space and time, so please do not shape it into some dogmatic lunacy.  Use it as a launch pad, not an orbit.

Breadcrumbs

A 681-page PDF can be downloaded at:

And the latest blogging unpublished elsewhere:

Breadcrumbs: The Unfolding Next Round
michaelsbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2015/01/under-construction_52.html

Writing has been an enjoyable process ever since I began toying with prose, keeping journals, and corresponding with friends during the college daze.  The philosophical/mystical/whatever-you-want-to-call-them thoughts that started popping into mind since 1989 have always been very out-of-the-blue spontaneous.  Nothing forced about them.  They are being shared on the off chance that others may find them of interest, though, quite frankly, it really does not matter if no one else ever even reads them, for I am first and foremost my own audience.  I got mine, so to speak, and it is, as it has ever been, up to each to discern their own on their own.  There are really no followers in the ultimate quest, only earnest seekers who waylay their desires and fears enough to discern that which is the end to all doubt.  “Yay” if it is your fate to figure it out.  “Oh well” if it is not.  And “so it goes” either way, really.

Please note that this sort of wordplay is very random; all but impossible to put into any rational order. Probably best read it in bits and pieces in the here and there.  One of those open-to-any-page works.  Especially well-suited for coffee shops, coffee tables, and porcelain thrones.

If you find these many thoughts at all relevant, please feel free to share them with others who might also appreciate them, else they will more quickly slip back into the timeless oblivion from whence they came.

All the best,


M




P.S.  Regarding the name Yaj Ekim ... It is just a reverse spelling on the first and middle names ... Michael Jay Holshouser ... Mike Jay ... Yaj Ekim.  Coincidently, make of it what you will, Yaj is an Indian boy’s name meaning worshipper, sacrifice, another name for Shiva, a sage.  And Ekim is a Turkish name for October meaning “sowing” (of seeds).


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01 February 2014

Chapter 300 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


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So many mysteries by which you are so easily distracted.

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It is a change of heart in the most aware sense.

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Those who worry about how others see them
Dress up or down to the many judgments

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Our ancestors worked so hard for this?

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It is whatever you imagine.
It is not anything you imagine.

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Absurdity beyond wordity.

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To love thy Self,
One must be completely true
Through and through.

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Vanity’s upsweep.

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Fashionably plain.

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Who has time for anything?

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In anonymity, absolute freedom.

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Others generally prefer your good intentions.

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Mirages keep you going long after their meaning is gone.

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Another drama for which you have little if any need or want.

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Whatever passion you choose to play out,
It must all be streaming seamlessly
In the right now of awareness.

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All value is arbitrary agreement.

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At some point,
What in god’s name
Is there to even think about?

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Forget you even exist.

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Nothing to be,
Nothing to see,
Nothing to do.
Such bliss.

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How many stories
Can any one mind
Imbibe and retain?

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So much, so badly spent.

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It becomes clearer by the day.

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Somebody had to play your little part,
And like it or not, it turned out to be you.

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What’s not to love once you discern it is all you.

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Where time ends, how can you not be anything but everything?

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You surely know your little role well enough
To forget playing it at least once and awhile.

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The new and improved Black Friday.
Got up earlier than any worm,
And still you were late.

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When the drop returns to the sea,
What part of infinity is it not?

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May as well be the first time,
Given that every single moment
Is for all practical purposes,
Brand-spanking new.

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More meme yap.

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The mind is samsara.

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Dogma does not equal truth.

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You are as young
As the day you were born.
No matter the body’s state of being,
Eternal life is forever now.

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Equanimity is a quality one must alone discern.

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Any argument over attributes is a sure road to dogma.

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Can any thing make you truly happy for long?

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The endless dreaming
Inspired by human imagination
Lays waste to this magical garden’s womb
From which all dreams are born.

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Still trying to convince your Self, eh?

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You dabbler, you.

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I am,
I am not.
Who’s saying?

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Imagination is the limit.

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Where in the grand ether
Can time and space really exist
As more than a dream?

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A vain species whose nature
Is prone to havoc and destruction
For any given rationalization.

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It was written by Lao Tzu:
Nothing is done,
And nothing is left undone.
What did he really mean by that, anyway?

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The awareness to which imagination subscribes.

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No need to go to any great depth to see it is all nothing.

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Is there anything more inane than obligatory giving?
Let guilty conscience be someone else’s problem.

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Another pointless exercise in flag-waving vanity.

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You think these words mean anything at all?
I am talking to my Self, and you the same.

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We are all students. we are all teachers.

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It’s been real, whatever that is.

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Monkey see, monkey do.

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You are the rabbit hole.

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We can’t all be rock stars.

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High-functioning narcissism.

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Traveled a long way to get nowhere.

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Never cross between a shopper and seller,
Unless you have a tollbooth soundly secured.

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What is the mind that no longer seeks to consume?

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Truth is not necessarily practical in the day-to-day mundane.

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More than a few folks a-watching the unfolding show in immeasurable ways.

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Leading humankind out of its desert wander
Is about as fruitless a job description
As any I Am could imagine.

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You are that which is godness,
Witnessing an individual dream of creation,
As are all the immeasurable eyes
That are, have ever been,
And will ever be.

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Peace is peace, whatever the context.

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You are, indeed, marvelous.

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Yet another story.
Ho-hum.

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You suffer for your mind.

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A full breath clears the mind.

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Every single moment forever spent
Long before you even begin to know it.

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Just making it up as the given day unfolds.

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Charity begins at home, wherever that may be.

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Deep hunger is sated with a full belly and an empty mind.

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Seems that no space on this planet shall be unfilled by conscious design.

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Such a different world plying the horizon.
Ready or not, it is a-coming.
Pity the future.

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Yield to your true nature.

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What is?
What is not?
Both non-questions
In the vast realm of wonder.

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It has always been this,
Nothing more, nothing less.

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Drift alone amid the myriad forms.

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A demon is usually chattering away
In someone’s all too welcoming ear.

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How inexplicable you are in that which is not.

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Verily, the truth has always been the singularity within.

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Dive into the vast aloneness that seers and mystics call home.

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Goodnight Master Sol, until the dreamtime of your morrow yet again rises.

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Perhaps it happened to you because weren't paying attention.

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The difference between black and white
Is a mind ever-inclined to suffer
In a world of attributes.

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Ponder the conclusion to the game
Which has never really been
More than played.

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A state without peer.

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A joyride in hell.

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Same lack of difference.

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Let go of everything.
Be formless in consciousness
As you truly are prior to consciousness.

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About that which you no longer give a hoot,
There is much to be said and less to be done.

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Let political correctness be someone else's problem.

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If there is an intermediary, a middleman involved,
Then it is more than likely some lying, cheating, and stealing,
And maybe even something much more nefarious,
Is going on in the somewhere, somehow.

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No man is greater than a bullet, unless it's coming from his gun.

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What tranquility can there be without contentment?

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Are we talking self-respect?  Or Self-respect?

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Of the myriad distractions mortality offers,
Sexuality is perhaps the most intoxicating.

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Do not blame the object for your desire.

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Suffering is the choice of ignorance.
Pleasure-seeking is not the remedy.

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Catch your Self if you can.

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Benign indifference.

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You only thought it happened.

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At Soul reality, to what is there to attach?

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Pure, unadulterated, immaculate awareness,
That's all it is, has ever been, and will ever be.

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How vain all thoughts inspired by dualistic notion.

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Forget that you were ever born and that you will ever die.

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The mind's vanity can be boon or bust to those questing truth.

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The difference between any two points is infinitely infinitesimal.

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Every awakening is the first and last

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I am to you as you are to me.

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Coo-coo for naught.

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Go formless.

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Discern the wonder.

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What will be will be.
No point in worrying.

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Die within.
Melt back into the ground.

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All cultures eventually die hard.

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And in the morning light,
The promise of yet another day
Of pleasure and pain, of mortal repast.

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To want nothing, what is that about?

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Time gives weight to the wisdom of sages.

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Whatever happens, attend fully the given moment.

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Why be satisfied with anything less than pure, eternal, immortal divinity?


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