12 September 2009

Chapter 265 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


CCLXV


Buddhas drink the poison without hesitation
Because their complete surrender
Has left only compassion
For the executioners.

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God and the devil are one in you.
Dissolve them both, and just be you.

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The you that is indisputable prior to all mind-made inventions,
The eternal nowness that you, without doubt, really are,
Is an incredible, wondrous, magically vast mystery
Beyond all comparison, or thought in any form.

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The mind, approaching itself scientifically,
Sets aside the many assumptions of ignorance,
And explores reality, free of obligation or want, for its Self.

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You can market the words,
But the stillness of eternity is the gold
That no coin can ever acquire.

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There is nothing in here
But the thought about it.

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Within each of us is a book,
And perhaps if we share enough stories,
We will discern we are really no different from each other,
Nor any other creature nor thing, great or small.

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Wake up, remember.
Fall asleep, forget.

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Embracing totality is the only fate worth accepting.

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Odds are that if you label yourself a Christian,
Muslim, Jew Buddhist, Taoist, Hindu,
Or some other such thing,
You are not what the prophets had in mind.

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When it is said
To take responsibility for the world,
What is meant is, the part you play in your version of the world.

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Ancestor worship is just more blaspheme.
All those who came before have returned to dust.
They cannot help you, they cannot hurt you.
Your dream is yours, and yours alone.

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This is where doubt,
Without frames or boundaries,
Will return you.

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Your universe
Is your teacher
In whatever fashion
Your imagination is inclined.

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All forms vying for imaginary supremacy,
Equally born of the same windy stardust.

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The gap between day and night,
Between waking and sleeping dreams,
Between consciousness and sub-consciousness,
Are in every way seamless.

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How convenient
To be born into, or at least very near
The only true religion.

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Here you are this day -- not yesterday, not tomorrow.
The imaginary filters of memory recalling or projecting
Will only fog the awareness of the ever-unfolding now.

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And many human beings so feared and reviled the natural world
That they devised gods and religions that allowed, even encouraged
Its abuse, rape and destruction in any way that suited their bitter reckoning..

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You cannot stop a train wreck
Once it starts leaving the tracks.

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Some do learn from history.

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The world tarnishes all innocence
That has will enough to survive it.

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If you cannot muster heaven in your own consciousness,
What makes you believe you would be given
A free ticket to the real thing?

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To love that which you call supreme being by this name or that,
You must also love its dualistic brother, the devil,
For they are truly one in the same
In the vast totality.

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Cheeky bloke, eh what.

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What triumph, what sanity
Is there in growing populations
That cannot be reasonably sustained?

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We all bear one thing or another
In the mind in which we are cast.

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Born again and again and again
Every moment.

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'Tis a joyous fate if you can stay there.

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All identification is false --
A separative, delusional process
Galvanized by attachment to language
To the sounds of concepts born of imagination.

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That about which I Am.

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A life of reflection
Versus sitting atop a pile if gold,
Mai Tai in hand on a yacht in the Mediterranean.
Hmmm . . . Could be you miscalculated.

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Good and evil are concoctions of imagination.
There is really no angel or demon outside the mind.

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This is where the free fall of doubt will take you
If you don't pull the parachute along the way.

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Curious how we wage so much effort for mere sound.

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The ripple of one rock in a still pond
Can cast a tsunami upon a distant shore.

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Sometime against even insurmountable odds,
You must raise you sword and sound the horn.

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Attachment to time breeds every form of idolatry.

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Plumb the depths,
And you will find what
You have the vision to find.

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To declare there is or is not a god
Is to intimate knowledge
You do not, and cannot have.
Agnostic is the only honest position.

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Impaled on all the differences,
The boundless similarity
Remains unseen.

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By manipulating the many imaginary fears and desires,
The middlemen in every realm insure their own
Temporal security and false glory.

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If you would just be attentive enough to breathe
Before the thunderstorm of thought flashed,
You might find that many of the bothers
Of the now-to-now-day-to-day
Would transcend into contentment.

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Arrogance,
Masked as humble piety.

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Please, a little gratitude
For a moderately tolerable existence.
Like the weather, it could probably be so much worse.

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Of any history, it can be said
That was their now,
This is ours.

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A lot of gibberish about nothing in particular.

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Enjoy history,
But don't let it weigh you down.

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You are you own little tidbit of infinity.

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Be all the Buddha you can be.

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The portal of imagination makes for a lifetime
Of adventure in this three-dimensional illusion.

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Am I vain for believing I am That I Am?
Or are you vain for believing
You are not?

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Any great rise is susceptible
To an even quicker descent.

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Be wary of believing any illusion.
Doubt everything.

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As small as small is, as large as large is,
Prior to the smallest, and beyond the largest,
You are.

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Just because you wander about in a three-dimensional form
Does not make you as real as imagination
Would have you believe.

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A breath from death,
Whatever that is.

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Nothing in common, everything in common.

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Much ado about nothing in particular.

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The wind of humankind has howled through all corners of Eden,
And what the future of time holds for the progeny to come,
Is a reflection even the most sagacious imagination
Can do no more than guess this way or that.

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If we cannot even predict tomorrow's weather accurately,
How can we suppose to even begin to forecast
The fate of this garden world in general,
And humankind in particular.

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Why should anyone allow
Their own observations and reasoning
To be overruled by the superstition and ignorance
Of their ancestors, and the limited cultural groupthink they inspired?

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Through the life force, every seed -- alone, sovereign --
Manifests distinctive attributes for as long as its genetic blueprint allows.
This is the seed principle through which the infinite soul of godness
Inhabits every particle throughout the vastness of creation.

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What would it be like to neither see,
Nor hear, nor feel, nor smell, nor taste?
Without the time-bound nature of the senses,
How could you ever describe a reality
You are unable to measure?

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To see heaven on earth
Does not mean everyone else will.
It merely means those who are given vision
Will discern the absolute connectiveness of everything
During their brief sojourn in manifest reality.

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None can truly force their will upon another.

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The source is momentary, inscrutable, unfathomable, incomprehensible,
Inexplicable, mysterious, impenetrable, imperceptible, paradoxical,
Primal, potential, dynamic, untraceable, amoral, intractable,
Infinite, infinitesimal, unbound, integrated, transient,
Detached, indecipherable, vexing, imperturbable,
Undiscoverable, ironic, ethereal, anonymous,
Seamless, puzzling, immaculate, cryptic,
Unaccountable, dynamic, holistic, holographic,
Unknowable, iconoclastic, indefinable, intractable,
Intricate, incongruous, coincidental, abstract, universal,
Inexhaustible, concealed, ambiguous, enigmatic, intangible,
Implausible, unexplainable, arbitrary, esoteric, literal, figurative,
Indistinguishable, polymorphous, serendipitous, unblemished, arcane,
Capricious, vaporous, indivisible, unassailable, total, complete,
Absolute, inextinguishable, sovereign, immortal, eternal,
And, of course . . . all, some and none of the above.

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Delusion captures us in youth,
But as the year roll on,
Flesh gets old, loses its vibrancy,
And eventually gets more than a little scary . . .
Fat, flatulence, leaky, porous, moles, warts, pimples, cancer,
Arthritis, mouth and body odors, scars, open sores, flaking skin, drooling, Coughing, vomit, watering eyes, drooping skin, wrinkles, rashes,
Leathery, ashen, freckled, pockmarked, blotchy skin,
Varicose veins . . . and so much more.

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Here I am . . .
Sitting, standing, walking , running
Drinking, chewing, watching, thinking, speaking, sleeping,
Ever the vast still mystery within . . . here I am . . .
Timelessly witnessing a kaleidoscoping,
Three-dimensional theater in time.
From one instant to the next,
To the next, to the next,
To the next . . .
Ever I Am.

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This is the only moment there has ever been.

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To be mesmerized by any history
Runs the risk of becoming a harbor
Of a limited, delusionary recording.

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Life is little more than a swirl of dust
With a filament of absorbing imagination
To delude itself into a meaning and purpose.

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The universe is your muse.

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Desire, the maestro of suffering.
Fear, its shadow accomplice.

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They . . . just . . .won't . . . stop . . . coming . . .

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Meandering again,
Seeking that which cannot be seen.

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Who's the who whose who-ing?
What's the what that's what-ing?
Where's the where that's where-ing?
When's the when that's when-ing?
Why's the why that's why-ing?
How's the how that's how-ing?
Questions that can never be answered
Asked over and over and over and over again.

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The nothing moreness,
The nothing lessness,
Is well-established.

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Because it amused you, that's why.

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When else could it be but now.

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Even the longest, strongest nails
Cannot for one moment suspend, nor even slow down,
The irrevocable, indivisible, seamless passing
Of eternity's theater of time.

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What need of a god
To judge your dream.

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Pleasure and pain, and the benign drift between,
All little more than a fleeting invention of imagination.

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No longer interested in all the lies and delusions, sorry.

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Just serving this wreck of a world
In whatever way it calls.

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The difference between yesterday and tomorrow
Is but the mind's sensory perception of continuity.

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Curious how so many want from life
More than life can ever offer.

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Jesus is dead.
He ain't coming back.
Move on.

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That which cannot be known
Is easily forgotten.

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Time is a vigilant taskmaster.

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Of anything, it can be said, "Who knows?"


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