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Seven blind men touch different parts of an elephant.
One designates the head Christianity.
Another calls the ear Judaism.
The tusk is named Islam.
The trunk, Buddhism.
The body, Taoism.
The foot, Hinduism.
And the back, the tail, the tail's tip,
Are each cloaked in one assumption or another, as well.
Soon the blind men are arguing over which speculation is truly the elephant.
How can anyone ever discern the whole if they cannot
Extrapolate beyond the parts?
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Wisdom transcends any time, any place.
It is without boundaries, and no mythology
Can assume ownership of its absoluteness.
The inner eye is the unicity prior to all illusion.
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You cannot deter anyone determined to hate, determined to be implacably divisive.
They are imprisoned in an unrelenting, unquenchable, self-absorbed, hell-bound dream.
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Oh well.
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Humankind is working hard at writing itself out of this illusionary script.
Any maelstrom of blindness inevitably trips and falls on its own sword.
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What madness time in mind invokes.
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Where do the losers in the round-and-round of any monopoly game go?
Competition, winning no matter the cost, ever plays out to a predictable end.
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Those who seek Armageddon will inevitably manifest it; it is a Pygmalion thing.
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Is the human mind even capable of peace?
Or is its fundamental corporeal nature, its genetic structure,
So founded upon divisiveness that genuine harmony is all but impossible?
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Nascent reasoning does not for truth make.
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Superstition is a drowning weight cast by the mind bound in ignorance.
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We all play out our vain little parts in this mystery theater of absurdity and delusion.
Whatever size any given role may appear, every brick is equally vital for the wall to be.
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Declare peace within and without, and a momentous quietude unfolds.
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Without you, this universe, as only you imagine it, will cease to exist.
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How long will they wait for Jesus to come back?
Another one, two, three, four … ten thousand years or more,
Before they finally realize, finally accept, that it just ain't going to happen.
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What is the body but a puddle of protoplasm hemmed in by an façade of dead skin cells.
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No one can lead you, no one can force you,
To the source of awareness at the core of your being.
Those who discern it can only point it out.
The rest is entirely up to you.
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In any given moment,
All the suffering wrought by imagination
Can be transcended forever.
Such is heaven.
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So many trying so vainly to make their mark in the chronicles of one history or another,
In a universe where even the greatest star must one day evaporate forever forgotten.
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Life is but a brief journey of mind.
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The only thing barring anyone
From indivisibility in any given moment
Is the vain attachment to an imaginary existence.
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Check your assumptions.
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Has it not always been this way?
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We are all driven by a life force
Too strong for most to even comprehend,
Much less even begin to overcome.
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We are all an infinitesimal tad of immortality
Playing out a brief delusion in a mortal theater.
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Whoever Jesus was, whatever he really did, really does not matter.
He died many, many moons ago, and he is not coming back.
So sorry, too bad, deal with it, get over it, move on.
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The prophet of doom may finally be worth heeding.
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Seriously, folks.
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Mortal players, and the immortal Soul, are different only in appearance.
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The infinite potential of the indivisible clayness
Allows imagination, within the bounds of its given theater,
To play out every conceivable possibility quantum mechanics allows.
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To discern the truth, you merely need to be the truth, which is easier than it sounds.
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The further you get from the stillpoint, the more insane it gets.
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A collection of perceptions.
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It really doesn't matter.
It really doesn't matter.
It really doesn't matter.
It really …
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Babble on.
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The human species is on a shredded raft
A few feet from the roaring falls and jagged rocks below,
Still struggling over wealth and power and glory,
Seemingly unaware anything is amiss.
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"As long as I get mine," the common theme.
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Dominant civilizations generally behave
Like self-absorbed "terrible-two" children,
Rampaging through their brief sliver of time.
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Is it even possible for human beings
To get together and not quibble
Over this bullshit, or that.
Endlessly boggling.
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You can run from it,
You can deny it,
You can detach from it,
But you can never escape the fact,
You are very much alone,
Eternally so.
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Wishful thinking does not for truth make.
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The horror! The horror!
The insanity! The insanity!
The absurdity! The absurdity!
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Most cannot even begin to discern it.
Some cannot help but discern it
Ever it remains a mystery.
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Every creation inevitably surrenders to destruction, and destruction, to creation.
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In full view, yet ever you remain hidden.
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A lot of effort for nothing.
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Prior to absurdity.
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There is no hope but what toss of the dice the mystery allows.
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Those who somehow survive the train wreck underway,
Will abide in a world so very, very different from our own.
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Now that is exciting.
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You cannot easily con a con or schmooze a schmoozer.
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Once you have been hooked into believing in Santa Claus,
The Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, Peter Pan, or any other fanciful being,
You are all but condemned into accepting one absurdity or another.
So many nonsensical, meaningless, smothering burdens,
Absurdity endlessly presses upon innocence.
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All sense of karma just sort of drops away
As you realize it never existed in the first place.
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Humankind is so deluded that most cannot even begin
To fathom the self-absorption, the contempt, the arrogance,
With which we have mindlessly seceded from the garden.
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Absolutely seamless.
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There is no order; there is naught but order.
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You seek aliens?
Look in a microscope.
Go to the bottom of the ocean.
Wander the streets of San Francisco.
Take a long gaze into a mirror.
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The awareness is eternal.
Consciousness is the creator time.
Awareness is the portal into totality's infinity.
Consciousness is the sandbox of the manifest duality.
It is that simple.
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Curious how you continue to look for something to want, and everything so timeless.
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Some live only to take, some only live with the aid of others, and those left live to serve.
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The only way to follow anyone into this fire of awakening is by doing it your Self.
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Attention to breath is a timeless art.
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One infernal now or another, one heavenly now or another, you choose.
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Play with sharp things, and sooner or later you will likely get sliced, perhaps even diced.
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Just be glad you are not your progeny.
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The nonsense that organized religions spew across the world is unending.
So much gibberish to set aside, so much absurdity to ignore, as best you can.
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The lines to Armageddon have been fearfully drawn.
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Never accept blame or credit for another's choices.
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At core, it is not necessary to hold on to any sense of history, personal or otherwise.
No one can force you to participate in this dream without your voluntary subscription.
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Just more idolatrous blasphemy.
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In this universe, but not of it.
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The world is your birthing ground.
The world is your home.
The world is your garden.
The world is your playground.
The world will be your graveyard.
Why care where the bones are scattered?
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Yet another non-issue so passionately raised.
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Vice versa and versa vice.
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What an insecure, neurotic, paranoid species we are.
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Do you really believe it is your self-absorbed,
Neurotic, bumbling, fumbling, conditioned,
Time-ridden personality that is immortal?
Now, that is laughable from the get-go.
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Breathe! Inject some oxygen into that troubled mind.
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In the ethereal awareness of the mind,
All the bubbles and troubles of consciousness
Subside into the quietude of true nature.
Imagination is naught but a brief blip
In the vast singularity of eternity.
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Truth, a word given more weight than its timeless reality can be bothered to sustain.
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Idealism all too often has a peculiar way
Of turning into hamburger in a hail of bullets,
Or slushy pulp beneath the grinding tracks of tanks.
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Pray tell, what is so terrible about being the upshot of random selection?
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Not easy for vanity to resign, much less align, with oblivion.
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Give it no mind.
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All is but imaginary notion.
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Why resist the inevitable?
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We are time machines of the meaty kind.
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A sensory play fostered by imagination.
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In every mind, a different universe.
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Full enough, yet?
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Every passion has its destiny, death rules us all, the world wags on.
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We are but dreams in each other’s minds.
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The biological imperative will out.
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Some people you laugh with, and others you cannot help but laugh at.
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Alas, poor Yorick! Alas, poor Monkey!
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Joy, more to forget.
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There is nothing normal.
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There is nothing not normal.
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Nothing is but what you think it.
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What matters, what does not matter, very much the same
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All different, all the same.
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Only after that last wheezing breath will it be too late to change your mind.
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The temporal body you call yours is a biological collective,
A host to every variety of bacteria, archaea, fungus, protist and virus,
And who knows how many other critters of the teeny sort.
Where, in fact, do they end, and you begin?
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Full breath or shallow, you pass through it the same.
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The dead are used as the living choose.
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Nothing exists but the dreamtime of imaginary notion.
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The world, the universe, that imagination built.
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Truth is not some sliver of a dimension exclusive to humankind.
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To be free of time is to be free of mind.
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What is will but consciousness balled up with intention.
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The all-seeing eye discerns with an all-seeing mind.
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Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain.
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Nothing will never make a difference.
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Wander your universe free and clear.
There is nothing to do, nothing to resolve.
Redemption is for each alone to discern within.
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Attend, perceive, discern, embrace, synergize, gestalt,
The birth and death, the creation and destruction, of every moment,
As often as the body-mind in the given circumstance allows.
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The Return to Wonder
Field Notes from the Unknown
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
World Rights Reserved