CCLXI
It is a vision, and like all visions, susceptible to the vagaries of time and space.
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You are the ever-changing changlessness.
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Anyone is ever free to abide in hell or heaven.
Only a momentary change of attitude is required
To journey from one state of mind to the other.
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Live ever craves life, yet at its source is ever that which is never born, never dies.
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Irony has it, again.
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The heaven or hell you reflect upon others is the one in which you reside.
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Martyrdom seems to be an expedient way of getting across a message.
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Death may seem very final,
But, in reality, is really no different
Than any other point in time's eternal play.
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Humanity is going to absurd itself right out of existence
If its not much more careful, and exceedingly karma-proof.
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All god play is the vanity of one form or another.
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What a calamitous fiasco we are creating; a cosmic joke of inconsequential proportion.
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However many bodies you may karmically experience,
In truth, all are the same quantum indivisibility,
Just different faces of the same game.
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That you ever thought it shoulda-coulda-woulda, be any different, was but vain notion.
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The endless, often irresponsible chatter of the media
Has only exacerbated the confusing fog
In which we blindly wander.
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Even the most universal supreme being is of the same indivisible origin as you.
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It is because you say it is so; it is not because you say it is not so.
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Everything is erasable.
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Like any given religion or superstition, science is a belief system,
Though it is a tad more precise in its observations and conclusions.
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It may not be what you want to hear, but the only question is: Is it true?
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There is no taking back the ripple once the rock is thrown.
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As a gnat is to you, you are to any deity; superior only in capacity, not the source.
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When beneath the water's surface,
Suspended in the stillness of diminished gravity,
Eyes closed, the last breath fully inhaled, completely alone,
What are you? Where are you? Where are you not?
Despite the many distractions of the day-to-day,
Is it really that different in the sea of air
Wafting only a few feet above?
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The world has many supervisors,
But few leaders capable of coping wisely
With the myriad dikes that are quickly disintegrating.
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Though the world may tempt in every way imaginable,
To abandon one's surrender to the mystery
Would surely magnify many times
The pain endured prior to the awakening.
Much like trading an ocean of water for a desert of sand.
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Another narcissistic muddle.
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From whence doe the intelligence of all creatures great to small come?
From the prior-to-quantum awareness that all timelessly, indivisibly are.
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Freedom is priceless.
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The will to survive can adapt to innumerable extremes,
So though the human species will inevitably be thinned out
By the innumerable dualistic choices we have collectively made,
Those relative few who survive will likely not be entirely extinguished
But through some as yet undetermined cosmic cataclysm.
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The mind is not separate from the body, is not separate from the spirit,
Is not separate from any part or particle of this indivisibly indelible mystery.
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Superstitious trepidation blames the inexplicable
On devils, ghosts, and other supernatural explanations,
But objective scientific observation and impersonal reasoning
Will inevitably discern more plausible, more rational interpretations.
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Across the board, truth is wags eternal.
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Another case of mystical post-traumatic stress disorder.
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For whom is all this written if not you?
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Either you see it, or you do not.
Mystical insight and wisdom
Cannot be forced by one upon another.
Belief in this or that is for those whose destiny it is
To blindly wander the mystery of totality lost in dualistic notion.
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Because it amuses you, that's why.
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It is all the same indivisible, timeless, indelible quantum mystery.
The air you breathe, the water you drink, the food you eat,
The ground you wander, the sun in which you bask,
And the ever-present from which you gaze.
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An everyday affair of heart and mind played out by a body dallying in time.
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You are herein reunited with your Self, a definitive work, if you will.
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The sword of discernment is figurative, not literal.
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That is why it is called ignorance.
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A creation never witnessed is akin to a tree that bears fruit that will never be eaten.
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Every moment a new opportunity for Self-discovery.
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The chaos that is not chaos,
The order that is not order.
The chaos that is order,
The order that is chaos.
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Irony and paradox, prior to, within and beyond, every part and particle.
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It is going to get worse before it gets much worse before it gets as bad as it can get.
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It is all the same one,
But some parts of the oneness
Will use, abuse, maim, and even kill you,
So pay attention to whom and what you embrace.
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All fallen angels are lost in the fog of dualistic notion.
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Curious how the hungry and impoverished tend to breed even more hunger and poverty.
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The delusion of collusion is a strong wind on a dusty plain.
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Pay attention to where those feet are wandering,
Else you will endure blisters, sprains
And other painful devices.
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Ripples hit shores, and bounce back.
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Another layer of isolation.
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Whose existence does not appear somewhat egocentric or bizarre or insane
When observed closely by another, who does not estimate all things
From their frame of reference, from their version of normal.
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Another transcendent moment articulated.
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Pleading for favors and forgiveness from some contemporary version of God.
Is just as hollow and useless as worshipping a rock was way back then when.
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Look who's calling who a barbarian.
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Contentment is priceless.
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The things we do to stand out in any given herd.
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Until you discern the ultimate clarity, the distractions are innumerable and complex.
When the mind is cloudless, the many imaginary concoctions evaporate into awareness.
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Imagination is the distraction.
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All your tussles with god are imagined and one-sided.
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In youth we are distracted by our bodies
And the countless light shows so fresh and exciting.
As those about succumb to illness and injury and aging and death,
The most perceptive discern how awry the game of existence has always been.
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A vehicle on a journey through hell and heaven and every purgatory between.
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Who teaches anything to anyone not ready to learn?
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If you merely believe this or that, your way is divisible.
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So many forms, so many masks, so many dreams, hiding you from you.
Only eyes that see and ears that hear can discern that which is prior to form.
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Taking religion to new heights; raising the bar, so to speak
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Savor the realization that you are one with all and none.
And the eternal fountain within will flow without end.
It is a timeless drunk that time can only know.
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Would your lust be so vigorous without that thin covering of lifeless skin and hair?
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Only you can know your true intent.
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Why should you fear death when it is your ticket home.
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Probably good policy to avoid placing burdens on those who cannot bear them.
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You cannot reason with a rabid dog.
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To fully discern that you are an expression of the allness
Cannot be touched by mere belief, mere faith, In this or that.
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Even the blackest sheep can discern heaven's way.
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Ignorance is not bound by color or size or shape.
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You are the nexus through which every sort of story line is played and reviewed.
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Till the ground for the welfare of all existence.
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You may resist godness with every ounce of your being,
But you will be much happier if you surrender to reality.
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Each moment you are born, each moment you die.
Continuity is but the delusional illusion of imagination.
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Those who see the truth require no reward; discerning the unicity is the prize.
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The only real remedy to any given problem, any given difficulty, any given puzzle,
Is to determine the source of all glitches, the source of all inventions, the mind itself.
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Study what ails you, and get your Self home.
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This revolution is a solitary course; no group sanction is required.
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What god worth its salt would harshly judge one so intent on discerning the truth?
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The mind is the dreaming and the dreamer,
The breath the waves, the heart the soul, and eternity the expansiveness,
In which they together play out the reverie of time.
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Ultimate reality does not require labels or analogies or metaphors or equations,
Or any other mind-made devices ever devised by humankind, to be the real thing.
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Unrestrained breeding makes for a harsh future.
Six, seven, eight, nine, whatever, billion human beings
Cannot be long sustained by a world already stretched so thin.
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The barren tree bears fruit you cannot see.
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You are the truth, the life, the way.
And so is everyone and everything else
To the farthest reaches and beyond.
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You are indelibly linked to the mystery of origin; there are no intermediaries.
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You are not what you do; you are not what you say.
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Why be bound by any human concoction?
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Dates and times may vary.
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So many things to care about, what’s the point of bothering anymore?
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You are the ever-emanating now, radiating an imaginary universe.
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The world and all its attributes are but stardust in your mind.
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Time, what was that, anyway?
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Yet another suit dreaming of conquest.
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A world less and less ready for its future.
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Saṃsāra: The cycle of aimless drifting, wandering or mundane existence.
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Mitote: A cacophony of voices in your head, all talking, few if any listening.
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To know, or not to know, that is the question.
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There are no masters, just beginners with a more astute eye.
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Ignorance is not always bliss.
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After childhood’s end: torture and taxes; death is the least of it.
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Launch your Self into the space within and without.
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Full cup, empty cup, no cup.
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The food industry is only too willing to poison you if you allow it.
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Labels are for those caught in the web of identity.
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Yet another law unwritten in invisible ink.
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It is what it is; no shoulda-coulda-woulda about it.
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Light on, light off.
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Make awareness the go-to state.
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The almighty dollar, greenback, wampum, gold coin, bread, whatever.
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A wise man once said nothing.
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Your conclusion about others are as meaningless as theirs about you.
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So much effort imagining, believing, pretending, you care.
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Real faith requires no word or act, no belief or creed.
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The mind is a mystical land of possibilities.
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The infringement of imagination is an infraction upon your eternal nature.
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The first breath, the last breath, and naught but a dream between.
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What was life like before there were millennials?
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Now: Open for business.
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The Return to Wonder
Field Notes from the Unknown
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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