CCLIX
All life forms are born to die, all seeds are patterns fated to rise and eventually fall.
It is the life dynamic, the awareness, the eternal witness, the Self, the Soul,
That is born again and again, recast into new sensory permutations,
Synergistically creating and preserving and destroying
Within the mirage of manifest consciousness.
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The exactness of science has proven that we are all of the same essence,
Yet the arrogant resistance of the many who cannot, will not discern it
Takes us, and the countless other life forms of this garden world,
Full-throttle, unbuckled, on a calamitous ride toward who knows what,
Like lemmings madly, blindly rushing toward the cliffs and the rocks below.
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There are no simple solutions to the unfolding dilemma.
The human species is in a boiling cauldron of its own free will.
Even worldwide enlightenment would not bring to an end the destiny
That we, and all preceding us, have imprudently set into motion.
The roller coaster ride is really only just getting underway.
And who can more than speculate how it will end.
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Quantum mystery, that it is, has ever been, will ever be,
It can be voiced, scribed, painted, sculpted, harmonized, quantified,
Expressed in who can even begin to imagine much less know how many ways,
In any given geography, in any given time, by any given culture,
Over and over and over, ever over again.
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You are as much the infinite spaciousness
As the starry universe up to which you gaze.
Intuit it, feel it, know it, be it, act it, within.
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The senses are the hypnotists, the mesmerizers, of the mind born of time.
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You can join all the groupings that will indulge you,
From beginning to end, you are really ever on your own.
The herd serves many functions, but truth is rarely the harvest.
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Like wet leather drying, moral binds only get tighter.
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So well
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Dittoheads rule.
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The only thing you are is full of imagination.
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You will be a human being until you realize you never were.
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What does it mean to really live?
Is it even possible as anything more
Than a brief flurry of imagination.
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The Way is within.
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Worship of the body is vain and absolutely meaningless.
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As kneading is to bread, evolution is to creation; they are not mutually exclusive.
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Mother Nature plays no favorites.
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All that imaginary knowledge deprives you of a pristine vision of the garden's wonder.
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You are an angel with untried wings.
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The difference between you
And any other form great to small
Is but fleeting illusion born of imagination.
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If you only blame others for your suffering,
You will never apprehend the role you have played
By clinging to memories no longer relevant
To the present moment now unfolding.
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Your many sensory cravings give your virtual reality its indefinable flavor.
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All the many similarities, all the many differences
That stimulate your persona's ephemeral dream of time
Are based on an arbitrary assortment of imaginary perceptions.
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Physician, heal thy mind.
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A healthy, balanced existence requires an equitable discipline.
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The universe is but a swirl of quantum dust in a nip and tuck of infinity.
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So many pleasures to explore, so many pains to avoid, hedonists, all.
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Another sunrise from yet another view.
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The Way, it is.
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Happy-sad face, you're a tear from a smile.
Happy-sad face, you know it's all worthwhile.
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Who really knows what was truly said by anyone in time's mirage.
That it was said, and you have heard or read it, is all that really matters.
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There are far, far too many plays of consciousness
For any one drop to ever entertain, to ever endure.
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A brief window of time when mind ruled, and imitation blossomed.
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Whistle while you work, but be sure you are not just whistling.
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Another day, a few more surgical strikes,
The stonecutter's patient endurance
Sends piercing shockwaves
To the mountain's core,
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What hope can the noble notion of harmony ever foster,
If all those who consider themselves so aware, so enlightened,
Cannot even establish congeniality between themselves?
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Human beings can be so cruel to each other and the many creatures great to small.
How challenging to not allow the way you may have been mistreated
To impact your conduct toward the many others.
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Think for your Self.
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What a shame that humankind has degenerated
To such a mundane, discordant level in this magical mystery.
Curious that so many ridicule and condemn the remaining aboriginal peoples
For maintaining a relationship with the natural world of our origin,
That so-called civilization has so thoroughly forfeited.
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The fact that you long for a harmonious world
Says a great dear more about you
Than it does the world.
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So many unique faces; what an astonishing dream.
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Follow the water.
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The figurative mind dwells many places, many times.
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All the knowledge and wisdom that the human species has perceived and sustained,
Pushes and pulls, scrapes and scratches, at the vastness of ignorance,
Yet the vastness ever holds fast the far-distant shores.
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Technology has a way of dragging any given mind into its leviathan morass.
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Mother Nature is like a rubber band that will only be stretched so far.
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Rich man's mausoleum, poor man's grave, same oblivion.
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What right, really, does anyone have to tell another how to exist
If it does not encroach, does not trespass, upon their own sovereignty?
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If you deal with the day-to-day
In the limitation of a confined personal view,
You only add to the chaos and suffering of the many others.
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No seed or pattern is immortal but for its unborn-undying awareness.
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Attachment to the attributes of your given seed line
Is a temporal delusion laced with irony and paradox.
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A true gift is given freely, and accepted respectfully.
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Through consciousness, each and every mind
Is given a fleeting window of opportunity to explore the mystery
In whatever way the given nature, capacity and limitation, and inclination allows.
To gain admission into the mystical fraternity, the brotherhood of seers,
That stretches across the expanses of time and space,
All one must do is learn to pay attention,
Clearly, simply, fearlessly.
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You need not depend on nor sustain
Any particular mythological or cultural vantage point
To realize and fathom your eternal freedom.
All paths, all journeys, are relative.
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Why should anyone care what you believe?
Why should you care what anyone else believes?
Be and allow is the highest law.
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Genesis unfolding, ever dynamic, ever still.
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The King is dead.
Long live the King.
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The pitter-patter of space and time
Kaleidoscopes in mind each and every moment
The given breath sustains.
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Despite all delusion to the contrary, Jesus is dead, and he ain't coming back.
So it goes, too bad, so sorry, oh well, face it, deal with it, get over it, move on.
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Time has a way of eroding all vanity’s efforts to be secure.
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The relativistic mind is the freest state that consciousness,
In absolute, sovereign, immaculate awareness, can attain.
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So be it.
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It is not drugs that need be of concern, as much as the addiction to them.
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Before all beginnings, it is the same.
After all endings, it is the same.
Between all beginnings and all endings,
Despite being veiled by myriad distractions, it is the same.
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Cause and effect are of the dream of time.
Eternal nature dissolves all notions of this or that.
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No dike can long hold against the unruly forces of nature.
Humankind is little more than a helpless rider on a raging bull.
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Time writes and erases all histories.
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Believe what you please, it more than likely ain't true.
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Secular spiritualism.
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Now it is your turn to forget everything.
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Is there light if there is no eye to discern it?
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We are all delusional in our own imaginary way.
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Take it for what it is.
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How can it not be the same voice behind every mask?
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Each of us is here because our ancestors were willing to do whatever it took to survive.
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Seeds move on.
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You are the universe you have imagined; you are not the universe you have imagined.
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Oh, yawn, another foul deed.
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It is all just imagination inspired by sensory input.
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What will the state of the world be
When there are no more archeologists
To excavate our bones, our cities, our trash?
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Oh, faceless one.
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It is going to get a lot worse before it gets even worse.
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Curious how so many in the medical profession claim to follow the scientific model,
But seamless manage all the while to avoid practicing the programmed assertion.
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Curious how so many are able to suspend all reason and accountability,
Even when confronted accurately and impartially with the most obvious truths.
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Be wary of those who espouse ideals, those who tempt, who wile others to follow.
Those who assert that truth is theirs to give or take, to fashion however they will.
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Thoughts are currents swirling in an imaginary sea.
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You are the imaginary zero-sum of whatever you have done and not done.
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Born to live, born to die, one is not without the other.
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Perceptions skew all.
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Curious how so many would rather believe any lie than the simple truth.
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Ignorance is bliss if you are naturally adept at blindness to the world around you.
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The meek will inherit the earth as long as illusion infatuates them.
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How can anyone see, much less care about, everything they do not know?
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The ever-changing is, well, ever changing.
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Fill your Self with the absoluteness that transcends the imaginary persona.
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In these our times, old school is every moment dying.
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To see nothing, be nothing.
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Adventures happen, if you have the courage to allow them.
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A lot of words, all for nothing.
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Wake up in whatever way you will, it does not matter, it is but a dream.
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Never trust history to tell you the truth.
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What a burden it is to be responsible for someone else's happiness.
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The quietude of which so many speak is beyond all pales.
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Alone … alone … alone … so utterly alone you ever are.
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Why keep coming back? Surely, one life well-lived is more than enough.
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The roving sun births a new year on this spinning mirage of quantum design.
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Yet another edifice of mind for eternity to unravel.
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Hell is in the details.
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How can forever be any longer than you?
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Emotional lunacy strikes again.
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All better now, until the next trip and fall in some other now.
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Well, that answers it, then.
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Cut to the gist.
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More is less; less is more.
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Another round of that ancient game show: Name That Vanity.
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Go back from whence you came.
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No history can never be more than a story.
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Intuition is imagination’s rabbit hole.
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There are some secrets best taken to the grave.
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You create your own yoke – heavy or light or nonexistent –
It is up to you and the level of attachment to your dreamtime.
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The Return to Wonder
Field Notes from the Unknown
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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