27 September 2009

Chapter 241 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)

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The answer to the question,
“Who am I?”
Is dauntingly simple.

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The mind of godness is nearer than you think.

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The only real enemy is human vanity.

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From the beginning, we are all trained
To be concerned what others think of us.
That shaping, that molding, that conditioning,
Is the perdition of consciousness bound in time
To which so many minds without protest succumb.

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Be an absolute independent.
No ties, no binds, no commitments
To any form, to any concept, to any sound,
Completely, irretrievably, unapologetically alone.

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So many wayfarers are cast upon the rocks
By the sirens of passionate delusion.

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When nature is given a blind eye,
The superficial reigns.

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Would you even know
What to do with eternal life
If you knew you already had it?

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What is the body
But a wind-like flowing
Of flesh and bones.

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Be nobody’s fool.

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Nothing matters.
Nothing does not matter.
None of the above.
All of the above.

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The disintegration of a culture is not a pretty sight.

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The flurry of imagination permeates all.

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The Great Nada is veiled by a grand mirage.

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That which you truly are
Is all the meaning and purpose there is.
Being is all that is required.
The rest is vanity.

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Awash in the sea of relativity,
You wander aimless,
Sometimes free,
Oftentimes captivated
By the clamor of the senses.

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What doesn’t kill you today
Will take another stab at it tomorrow.

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Few if any minds could handle
Sensory deprivation for long.

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It is in humanity’s best interest
To synergistically discern
What words such as these imply.

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Mind-altering substances foster the latitude
To practice being free for the drug-free times.

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This vast universe had to be created
Because throwing a body around in gravity
Provokes far more illusion and delusion
Than is possible in a pointless void.

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Change your way.
Repent of all identification.

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Challenge Self-doubt.

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Each of us deceives our Self in so many ways.
The garden birthed of imagination
Is an infinite theater.

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There are few upon whom
A sincere, friendly smile or laugh
Does not work a wondrous transformation.

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To see beyond all forms
To see the infinity of all beings,
To see the matrix in which all forms dance.
That is the point of a life well-lived.

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Men set upon men for a happiness
They have given little to deserve.

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Once it has been reframed,
The human theater becomes
Just another obscure footnote
In the universe’s vast unfolding.

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Even god is not invincible to time’s fabrication.

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If you have to be martyred to have your message heard,
Then most were not really interested in the first place.

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To be concerned with what any other thinks of you
Is to build vainly upon the ever-shifting sands of time.

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How harrowing what life has in store for any of us.
Were you to know your fate in advance,
It might well be overwhelming.

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It is often in one’s best interest to hold back
From many or most of the worldly temptations
Existence so regularly offers the hedonistic mind.
But, then again, what would be the pleasure in that?
Sooner or later, time will off you no matter what you do,
So, it all boils down to the trade-offs you are willing to make.

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Seek, and ye shall find,
For better or worse,
Whatever it is ye seeks

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Be content with the fact
That you really know
Absolutely nothing.

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We are all creatures of the sameness of godness.

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Oh, how we do likes our pleasure.

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Real revolution is the rebirth into eternal life.
It is the suspension of time born of consciousness,
And all the havoc of fabricated personal nature.

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To choose heaven is a quality of mind few can muster.

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Any given culture promotes its continuity
Through a process of indoctrination,
And though all are truly relative,
Most declare their supremacy
In one fashion or another.

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To ascertain the infinity of your absoluteness
Is a holy grail few can even begin to envision,
Much less quest.

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To be, or not to be, that is the question.

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Never –ist your Self by following an –ism.

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Do you have time,
Or does time have you?

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Completely alone and dissolving back into oblivion.

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Projecting your personal delusions
Upon a make-believe god
Does not make it so.

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Agnostic is the only honest declaration.

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All genetic ties are unsolicited,
And all too often more than a little painful.
Blood may be thicker than water,
But that’s a moot point
When it’s flowing
Down the gutter of a knife.

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It is tabula rasa until the intertwining
Of genetic disposition and circumstance
Start formulating a conscious design.

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There is no original sin,
Just a dualistic delusion
Of conscious design.

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This now is really no different than any other
That you have ever witnessed or imagined
Through the mystery-given awareness.

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You are the living godness.

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A new paradigm must arise
If humanity wishes to sustain its vain adventure
In the garden of good and evil.

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Not likely,
But one can hypothesize the possibility.

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This moment is all that is offered.
To seek more from its constant passing
Is to suffer the consequence born of all illusion.

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It is unlikely that any mythical character,
Were you to somehow cross the barriers of time,
Would ever match the sketchy expectations
Brewed by the propaganda of time.

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Curious that so many egos
Require that others follow them
To sustain their self-worth, and support
The trivial need for one gratification or another.

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Insidious illusion

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Vanity hath no bounds.

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So clearly stated that only a clear mind can comprehend it.

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Bowing and scraping to your is not an act of faith.

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Fear is not a prerequisite to spiritual awareness.

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Death is about how and when, not if.

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Justice is little more than a euphemism for revenge,
Which is a state where forgiveness is excluded,
And the opportunity for redemption denied.

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The love that binds
Is not a love worth having.

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It is through relationship
That we all have the opportunity
To learn about our Self.

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Sooner or later, all lives must pay the death tax.

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There is really nothing more
You can do in any given moment
But witness the passing kaleidoscope.

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How can god be any less imagined than you?

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Ignorance is motivated and fueled
By the furies of desire and fear.

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The nothing of everything
Is a curious, paradoxical mystery.

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Asserting something true
Does not make it so.

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Eternal life is not off in some future place,
But right here, right now, in this very space.

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Ignorance will usurp anything for its own ends.

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When will eternity begin if not now.

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Why wait for Godot?
He is already here and gone.

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The media often seems filled with people
Who, when they were children, and even more brutal,
Put insects in jars to see if they would fight.

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What is the body but a breeding and filtration unit
With a capacity to imagine itself something more.

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Just another life form miscast in a civilized world
Where Darwinian theory has been temporarily set aside
To allow the inadequate to not only survive, but to even thrive.

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Another day, another opportunity to be
Pleasantly lost, pleasantly confused.

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The ground is covered with the sheen of illusion.

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When given a plethora of meaningless,
Absurd and often pathetic choices,
Take your pick, and carry on.

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Suspend all sense of history, all imaginings born of time,
And you will discern why childhood seemed so eternal,
And adulthood so burdened by the delusions of mind.

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Just because they are different
Does not mean you are right.

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Right in plain sight.
Last place you ever think to look.

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Waking up to dread is no way to live.

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Piece-of-paper people
Really believe that piece of paper matters.

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Everyone has a sense of what they think as normal.
All are individual, abstract, arbitrary frames of reference.
Everything is normal, nothing is normal.

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Idealistic expectations have a tendency
To end up awash in disappointment.

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To measure the immeasurable
Is an infinite undertaking.

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The Soul is without attribute.

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Whether by hand, rock, knife, arrow, bullet or bomb,
Whether by an individual, tribe, nation state,
Or any other collection of arbitrary will,
Killing is killing,
No matter the justification.

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The asymmetrical life is an existence rarely discerned.

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If those in the present time are at all concerned
About the well-being of their descendants,
Humanity needs to take a longer view
In their day-to-day decisions.

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There are consequences
To everything you do.
Some create bounty for all;
Others, destruction and desolation.
Being truly mindful in every step, every breath,
Requires great attention and insight.

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Experts, critics and other fools
Should have little to add
To this lengthy work.
All thoughts are clearly stated,
Many caveats are scattered throughout.
To spread anything askew should be all but impossible
But for the most profoundly ignorant, indeed.

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Sure, many of these thoughts could have been better said,
But what the heck, it was what channeled though.
And the harsh reality is that no one is ever
Going to read them all, anyway.

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A grand waste of time, eh what?

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I am you, and you are me.
Best wishes.


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The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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