14 September 2009

Chapter 261 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)

CCLXI

It is a vision, and like all visions,
Susceptible to the vagaries of time.

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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.

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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 effective, expedient way
Of getting across a message.

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Death may seem very final,
But, in truth, it is really no different
Than any other point in time's eternal play..

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Humanity is going to grow itself right out of existence
If its not much more careful, and exceedingly lucky.

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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 reverberating across eternity.

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However many ephemeral bodies
You may karmically experience,
In truth, all are the same oneness,
Just different faces of the same game.

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That you ever even thought it should,
Could or would be any different
Was a vanity of its own.

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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 singular origin as you.

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It is because you say it is so.

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Everything is erasable.

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Like any given religion,
Science is a belief system,
Although 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 god.
Superior only in capacity, not its source.

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When beneath the water's surface,
Floating 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 where doe all intelligence come?
From the quantum you that you truly 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 who survive will likely not be entirely extinguished
But through some haphazard cosmic cataclysm.

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The body is not separate from the mind
Is not separate from the soul,
Is not separate from
Any part or particle of the mystery.

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Superstitious trepidation blames the inexplicable
On devils, ghosts and other supernatural explanations
But objective scientific observation and detached reasoning
Will inevitably discern more plausible interpretations.

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Across the board, truth is wags eternal.

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This is the book
That has been written and misplaced
Many times in many places.

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Another case of mystical post-traumatic stress disorder.

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For whom is all this written?

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Because it amuses you, that's why.

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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 karma it is
To blindly wander the mystery of totality lost in dualistic notion.

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It is all oneness.
The air you breathe,
The water you drink,
The food you eat,
The ground you till,
The sun in which you bask,
And the infinity up into which you gaze.

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An everyday affair of heart and mind
Played out by the 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's why it's 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's going to get worse
Before it gets much worse
Before it gets as bad as it can get.

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It's 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, 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 current version of god
Is just as conceited 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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Did you write all these many thoughts?
Or did they write themselves
Through you?

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It's tiring when I do it.
It's tiring when you do it.

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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 you are cloudless, free of motive,
The many imaginary concoctions
Evaporate into awareness.

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Yes, among the many advantages of word processing
The dictionary, spell-check and thesaurus, rank high.

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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 new and exciting.
As those about us succumb to illness, injury, aging and death,
The 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 the 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 incomplete.

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So many masks hiding you from you.
Only eyes that see and ears that hear
Can discern the true nature 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 godness,
And the eternal spring within will flow without end.
It is a timeless drunk that time can never know.

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Would your lust be so vigorous
If not for 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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To discern that you are an expression of godness
Cannot be touched by mere belief 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, size or shape.

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You cannot reason with a rabid dog.

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You are the nexus
Through which all story lines
Are 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.
All continuity
Is the illusion of imagination.

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Those who see the truth require no reward.
Discerning the oneness is the prize.

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The only real remedy to any given problem
Is to determine the source of the problem,
The source of all invention, the mind itself.

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Study what ails you,
And get your Self home.

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When it comes to dealing with the mystery of existence,
History seems to have dished up every possible delusion imaginable.
These many thoughts are for those whose only real hunger
Is to discern the truth of it for themselves.

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This revolution is a solitary course.
No group sanction is required.

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What god worth its supremacy
Would harshly judge someone
So intent on discerning the truth?

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The mind is 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, analogies, metaphors, equations,
Or any other mind-made devices,
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 too far.

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This is what this mind does.
Another example of a fate less chosen.
Any critique is meaningless.
Accept it for what it is.
Make it your own
If you see it so.

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The barren tree bears fruit you cannot see.

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I am the truth, the life and the Way,
And so are you.
And so is everyone and everything else
To the infinity beyond the light of the farthest star.


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