19 September 2009

Chapter 259 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)

CCLIX

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 of the mind in time.

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An anonymous enterprise
That may well never be known.
So be it, 'twas a good run all the same.

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You can clasp all the hands you want,
Join all the groupings that will indulge you,
From beginning to end, you are ever on your own.
The herd has 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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El maestro de nada.

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There are no easy answers to the human predicament.
Humankind is in a boiling cauldron of its own raging free will.
Even worldwide enlightenment would not bring to an end the karma
We, and all preceding us, have inadvertently set in motion.
The roller coaster ride is really only just beginning,
And who can predict how it will all end.

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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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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 ultimately meaningless.

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As kneading is to bread,
Evolution is to the manifest theater.
Creation and evolution 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 or small
Is but a 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 similarities and differences
That inspire your persona's transient dream
Are based on an arbitrary array 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 tiny dust ball
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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Mystery that it is,
It can be written, drawn, sung,
Expressed in who knows how many countless ways
In any given geography, any given time,
Over and over again.

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Another sunrise
From yet another seat.

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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 too many expressions of consciousness
For any one drop t to ever entertain,
To ever endure.

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A time when ideas ruled,
And imitation blossomed.

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Whistle while you work,
But be sure you're 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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The science textbooks told you over and over
That your senses were but weavers of the mind's play,
Yet it took many years for what was being said
To percolate into the mystical vision.

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What hope can the notion of harmony ever have
If all those who consider themselves so aware, so enlightened
Cannot even manifest congeniality between themselves.

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Human beings can be incredibly cruel to each other,
And all the many creatures great and small.
How challenging to not allow the way
You may have been mistreated
To impact your treatment
Of 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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Technology has a way
Of dragging any given mind
Into its leviathan morass.

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All the self-made knowledge
The human species has created and sustained
Only pushes at the wall of ignorance,
But still the wall stands.

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An unfinished work
Until that last wheezing breath.

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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 tomb, 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
Upon their own sovereignty?

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If you deal with the day-to-day
In the limitation of a narrow personal view,
You only add to the chaos and suffering of the many others.

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No seed or pattern is immortal
Except at the essential source.

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Attachment to the attributes of your particular seed line
Is a temporal delusion laced with irony.

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You need not rely upon, or sustain
Any particular mythological viewpoint
To attain your eternal freedom.
All paths are relative.

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A true gift is given freely.
And accepted willingly.

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Why should anyone care what you think?
Why should you care what anyone else thinks?

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Genesis unfolding,
Ever dynamic,
Ever still.

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Through consciousness, each and every one
Is given a brief 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 boundaries of time and space,
All one must do is learn to pay attention
Clearly, simply, fearlessly.

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All seeds, all progeny are born to die.
It is the life force, the eternal witness, the Soul
That is reborn ever again into new sensory permutations,
Synergistically creating, preserving and destroying
Within the collective mirage of consciousness.

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The King is dead.
Long live the King.

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You are a herald of eternity
Disentangling the mystery
For all who would clearly see.

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The pitter-patter of time
Carves in space each and every moment
That the given breath sustains.

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Despite all delusion to the contrary,
Jesus is dead, and he ain't coming back.
Face it, deal with it, get over it, and move on.

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Time has a way of eroding all attempts 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 endings,
Despite being veiled by innumerable 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.
Humanity is little more than an ant on a whale's back.

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Time writes and erases all histories.

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Believe what you please,
It likely ain't true.

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Secular spiritualism.

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Now it's your turn to forget everything.

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Would there be light
If there were no eye to discern it?

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We're all delusional in our own imaginary way.

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Take it for what it is.

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It is, indeed, truly the same voice
From 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 cousin to the universe
You have imagined.

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Oh, yawn, another foul deed.

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It's all just imagination
Inspired by sensory input.

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What will be the state of the world be
When there are no more archeologists
To excavate our bones, cities and trash?

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Oh, faceless one.

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It's going to get a lot worse
Before it gets even worse.

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Curious how so many
Claim to follow the scientific model,
But manage all the while
To avoid practicing
That which they preach.

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Curious how so many are able
To suspend all reason and accountability,
Even when faced objectively with the most obvious of truths.

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Be wary those who espouse ideals,
Those who wile others to follow,
Those who assert the truth
Is theirs to give or take.

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Thoughts are currents swirling in an imaginary sea.

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You are the imaginary sum
Of whatever you have done.

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Born to live, born to die.
One is not without the other.

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Knowledge, memories, 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 it infatuates them.


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