23 September 2009

Chapter 246 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)

CCXLVI

You are the universe that is uncreated
Intractable, invisible, inexplicable,
Unknowable and indivisible.
But to the inner eye.

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You are closer to it than you think.

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The Soul is not an individual, personified thing.

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So many causes founded
Upon that which is causeless.

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Imagination’s manifestation.

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You cannot perceive any movement
But through the relativity of stillness.

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All the theatrics of light
Are merely the play of refraction
As perceived by the eye of the perceiver.

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Be here now.
Tomorrow will give you the opportunity
To be here now then.

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The wealth valued by the idolatrous mind
Only creates more insecurity and suffering.

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It means whatever you believe it means.
Maybe.

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Regrets are only another means
For the mind to dally in distraction.

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Religions are merely parasitic institutions
Which more often than not disable
Those they claim to serve.

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The known born of the garden
Has blinded humankind
To its eternal reality.

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A free mind is not bound by any experience.

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Who will ever read this?
The nowhere folk, of course.

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The body is the vessel,
The mind the tiller,
The heart the sail,
The world the sea,
And the soul the wind.

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Just another metaphor to grasp and release.

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How many children
Are not born merely of lust,
Frivolous whim, or familial obligation?

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A philosopher is a lawyer
Trying to recover his soul.

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At what point do you let go of
Prejudice and hate can only dissipate
When intelligence sees through
The myriad differences.

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Form and function must be in balance,
Else the teetering mix will inevitably create
Unreconcilable confusion and havoc.

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Your trials are your own,
But they are not so different
From anyone else’s as you might
Mistakenly wish to believe.

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Sounded good at the time, anyway.

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It’s old, new, and the future, too.

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Biology in time being what it is,
You must become more disciplined, not less.
The secret to good health that has never really been a secret,
Ever remains: Eat right, eat less, walk more.
You got given what you got given.
Take care, or pay a price.

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Set your sights only on differences,
And that is all you will see.
Set them on unity,
And you will be all that is.

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In an unbound mind,
The flower of the eternal
Blossoms unrestrained.

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To claim god exists
Is to utterly misunderstand
The nature of eternity.

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Joy is unity with the quantum hum.

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Another imaginary soul.

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To drift without meaning or purpose
Is the purest state of awareness.

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Imagination’s wispy dream materializes yet again.

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Damnation realized.

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Very challenging to be honest with your Self
When caught up in the web of self imagery.

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Aren’t there enough stories for us to see
How they are all fundamentally the same?

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There is no novelty that does not eventually lose its sheen.

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Nothing means nothing.

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Cute does not necessarily equal good.

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Forewarned does not necessarily mean forearmed.

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Lacking vision,
We totter through a hell
Of our own making.

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It’s not the good who die young,
It’s the lucky.

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New age, old age,
What age is any age
But another now.

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Even it you never once discern the truth of it,
You are it, have ever been it, will ever be it.

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Despite all its assertions,
Humankind is not the be-all,
End-all of the universe.

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How bored the absentee landlord
Must be with our endless babble.

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Born of a quantum universe,
The mind is an ongoing nuclear genesis.
Conception is the big bang, death the big crunch.
And life is a mysterious dream for as long as biology allows.

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Watch your delusions.

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What does history teach us
But that we are very forgetful.

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You cannot fill the emptiness,
You can only witness it.

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From dust to dust,
With a splash of mud between.

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Rushing from one experience, one goal to another,
What time is there to savor the momentary awareness?

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Nothing really matters.

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Curious how it is so challenging for humanity
To discern and embrace the quantum layers of physics,
Chemistry and biology, together creating and evolving the dream
In which all forms across space-time equally contribute.

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If all this gibberish seem rather legalistic,
It is only a vain attempt to impart
A clear vision of reality.

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Breed on.

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If you really want the state of mind
Described by the words like serenity,
Happiness, joy, contentment and peace,
You will not rest until you find it.

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Did you choose to be you,
Or are you a spontaneous outcome
Of the holographic changing.

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All that pride won’t do much for you six feet under.

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To even label it a universe
Is to quantify and limit
Its eternal reality.

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The light of the truly righteous shines as no other.

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Where is the fear? Where is the desire?
Where is the thought of this or that.
Examine it very closely, and you will discern
It does not exist except in the weavings of imagination.

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The mind is a maze of its own imagination.
To step back and discern that from which all dreams spring
Is an eternal journey for which few are cast.

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Just what is it we are always
So adamantly projecting and protecting?
To take anything personally is the ruse of imagination
To which all humankind repeatedly succumbs.

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To be reborn, you must die.

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With every particle of your beingness,
Become that which is godness.
Surrender every form of resistance
Until you are consumed by the only reality.

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You have only dreamed this universe real
The joke is on your Self, you forgetful fool.

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Eternity is birth, preservation, death.
All in the same instantaneous now.

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Personality is merely the reaction
To the individual blend of desire and fear
With which all minds must contend.

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We are all born ignorant of our ignorance.
For whatever reason, most seem
To live out their lives
Lolling around in its muck.

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All that restlessness of mind and body
Casts you into so many adventures.

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There would be no light without your reflection.

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Curious how all possibilities seem to be allowed.
Doesn’t seem to imply there is really much judgment going on
Except in the willy-nilly minds of the human unkind.

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If we collectively wanted it
To be anything other than it is,
It would be.

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Another enticing breeder
Tugs at ye old delusion.

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The mind is a creature of habit.

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You must enjoy your mix of desire and fear,
Else it would not hold such sway
Over your sojourn in time.

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Consciousness gives consciousness value,
Yet from whence it comes has nothing to say.

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Whether as clear as a cloudless dawn,
Or as murky as the muddiest water,
Consciousness is consciousness,
Differentiated only by thoughts
Born of its timeless content.

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Who now knows with any certainty
What contortions future generations will take
To abide the dreamtime we have all aided in shaping.

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Observe the stillness before and after
“I Am” ripples forth in thought.

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Passion can be an intoxicating addiction.

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Only an open, clear mind
Can solve any given problem.

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What time creates, it also destroys.

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No thought can ever more than point out
The subtlety of this mystery of existence.

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Most merely repeat what others repeat to them.

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It’s all about vanity, baby, it’s all about vanity.

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Curious how so many would trade
The wonder of Eden for a pile of gold.

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The harvest of judgment is hell.

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Though you may have been someplace
Ten thousand times or many more before,
This is the only time in this particular here-now.

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Any attempt to organize the spiritual nature
Into a religion, into the idolatry of form or concept,
Is blasphemy.

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Here we all are in or very near a fine mess,
Clinging to all our individual and collective dreams.
Very curious, indeed, how the world turns.

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In any given instant, a new universe spontaneously unfolds.

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Each breath is a new opportunity to divine the mystery.

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Are you dreaming god,
Or is god dreaming you?
Or, perhaps, a bit of each.

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History is yet another form of idolatry.

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Why are you so attached to a pile of dust?

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What this now?

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Whatever it is you crave or fear
Is really of your own mind’s imaginary devising.
It is all just sensation of nuclear creation.

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So many mirages.

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Set down the many means to violence and war,
And ascertain the inner peace in what you truly are.
To battle outwardly is to miss the greatest opportunity
To merge inwardly into the absoluteness of totality.

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Can you change your mind?

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Die content.

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Scholarly efforts are vaporous absorptions.

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Your mind is your creation.
However it may have come to pass,
Ultimately, you must bear all responsibility for it.


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