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Enough of us do seem to hate this world,
That it will be forced to wipe out our presence
At some yet unknown point in whatever time remains.
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The mind is really not.
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And on the eighth day
God was a little less enthralled
By his two-legged creation.
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Absolutely, unequivocally, undeniably, unrecognizable.
A memory, the reality of which need never be seen again.
Might be a nice facility if it weren’t for all the buildings.
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It sends you beyond tears, beyond rage,
Into the dark cloud of resigned disbelief.
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Done, done, the damage done.
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Memories can be beautiful and yet,
Too painful to remember.
We simply choose to forget.
So it’s the laughter, we will remember
Whenever we remember . . . the way we were.
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Amazing what human beings will do
For money, fame, fortune or belief.
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Rip Van Winkle ain’t got nothing on you.
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Sometimes it’s best not to go back.
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Ironic that so many so-called believers think they are followers of god
When vanity so rules every waking step of their polluted existence.
Pathetically out of touch with anything but fog-bound delusion.
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Just one more corner
To wander around
Before you die.
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Nostalgia is a questionable virtue.
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Let no one else’s law rule your inner world.
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Our shadow is long, the scars are many.
How long will it take for all signs of humanity to disappear
Once we are driven to extinction?
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Shed a tear for all the life that has suffered the time of man.
Run, little creatures, run, for our war drum sounds your destruction.
We will consume you, torture you, or mold you to our rabid ends.
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Amazing how timeless nature is.
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The breeders own the future.
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A fellow named Ronald Reagan said
“If you’ve seen one tree, you’ve seen ‘em all.”
I say, if you’ve seen one Reagan, you’ve seen enough.
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Moments, seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks,
Months, years, decades, centuries, millenniums…
The time of man is such a measured dream.
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Your ancestors include plankton and bacteria.
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The last human is long since dust,
And the sun, a burnt-out husk, is slowly being inhaled
By a black hole the size of a golf ball.
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What is the universe but dust storm
Lazily weaving eternity’s collusion?
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Civilization is a convenient cloak for absurdity.
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If your vision of godness
Does not include you,
Where the hell are you?
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Nobody here but awareness.
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Down in the caves, the canaries go first,
As the sensitive all too often do.
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The senses offer gratification,
But harmony, contentment, serenity
Are derived from a more profound source.
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Motion is a conceptual image-making process
In which the electrical-chemical essence
Weaves from sugar to cotton candy,
And movement attains illusion.
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How clever you are to have imagined all this,
But now you are attached to it, as a rabbit is a cage.
Freedom is the momentary breath of time’s end.
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What a complex world every child
Must somehow learn to navigate.
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There seems to be no shortage
Of mirrors and reflections
In this gamey dream.
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Better to walk calmly to the executioner’s block
With head held high, serenely looking death in the eye,
And with knowing wink, watch who shudders at mortality’s end.
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Why is it so many always try to be somewhere else?
The incessant thought process travels in time
Oblivious to the eternal salvation
Offered every moment.
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This so-called modern world
May be layered with a veneer of civilization,
But it is ever a jungle, nonetheless.
It is really only technology
That has changed.
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Wonder how you’d look at them now.
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Rhymes and reasons for which there is no accounting.
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The death without waiting.
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There is no time in nature.
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Try as we might,
We will not destroy Eden.
It will crush us long before that time.
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To see eternity clearly,
You must be completely detached
From every thing thought’s movement concocts.
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How many of us just sit down
Reminiscing times we didn’t.
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The time-bound spend their existence
Remembering the choice-filled perceptions.
Few discern the eternal choicelessness.
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What’s the point of all this, you ask?
To help awaken those who no longer need
The imaginary veneer of any pretension.
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Zenning away, baby, zenning away.
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All the others in your dream will think whatever you think they think.
Good, bad or indifferent, it’s all the creation of your vain perception.
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Reside where you don’t believe any of it.
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By whatever you name it, whether you can discern it or not,
This essence resides in every part and particle
Of that which is and is not.
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A true human being
Dees beyond the personal veil
Into the vast depths of the original nature.
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Animals with too many very dangerous toys.
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You didn’t know anything when you started,
But that changed as time gave birth to the mind.
And now the challenge is to discern that primal innocence
In the midst of this earthly hell in which you strive daily to survive.
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Don’t you ache for all the suffering we must each endure?
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The same dull, repetitive conversations
Over and over and over and…
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Nirvana is really quite simple.
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Sure fooled you, didn’t they?
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This vain little monopoly game only
Works for the winners of the game.
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What is the point of fighting over things
That really don’t matter even one iota?
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Common sense is much less sense than common.
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Will we play Pac-Man till everything is gone?
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Madmen speak in many tongues.
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Losing reverence for the mysterious origin
Only carries us further and further
Into more perilous waters.
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Do you wonder if the last human being
Will understand what happened
As death’s scythe carves
Into the last breath?
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History is a token resistance to reality.
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Just a few more bags of grist.
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A statement of fact so unremarkably, accurately, astutely simple
As to astound, dismay or anger anyone vain enough
To even begin to presume otherwise.
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Drift and wander like an autumn leaf blowing into winter.
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Toward a time to which you have no clue.
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Painstakingly simple.
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Muddle on toward your muddled end.
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Back into the peace of oblivion.
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Masks are really so thin and ever-changing.
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Moot points, all.
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Another bizarre assumption.
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How divinely mad this play of consciousness
With its never-ending cycles of exultation and torment.
So enticingly absorbing, and yet ever meaningless.
So incessantly tempting, yet ever the mirage,
Like a coyote laughing on the horizon.
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Reverence and irreverence,
The coin of duality tossed
From head to tail, and tail to head
Again and again, ironically, mirthfully, forever.
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Too far gone to even bother trying to straighten out.
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Too many words and numbers to bag them all.
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How subtle the thoughts of mystics and seers throughout the ages.
Every word ever written loaded with pregnant purpose.
Only the adept can appreciate the artistry.
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Religions argue over their conceptual gods,
Yet what word can ever define the truth within?
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Could time exist without your collusion?
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Delusion is believing
You have any influence
Over the underlying form.
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Trash comes in all colors, shapes and sizes.
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Ponder, if you will, the end of time.
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Do you really believe your primal nature
Is all that different than any other creature’s?
Whether amoeba or whale, cockroach or elephant,
The foundation of existence is intrinsic to every life Pform.
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It is the great commonality.
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As far as it goes,
The universe is created
And sustained solely by you.
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Reality is the eternal essence prior to all limitation.
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You gorge upon the senses,
Ever coming from the trough unfilled,
Yet always come back for another heaping plate
Of the same illusory, temporal feast.
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If you can’t laugh at yourself,
What right do you have
To laugh at everyone else?
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All this work for nothing.
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The mystery is really that there’s no mystery.
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Life, a collision course with death.
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The breath of god
Is the breath of life
Is the breath of you.
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Did that really happen?
Or is this mind just playing
Another senior moment?
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Philosophy is a silly way to waste your time;
You would probably be much happier
Knocking little dimpled white balls into sandy pits,
Or using hooks tied to string to search rivers for sunken tires.
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Life is a series of pleasant moments marred occasionally
By all but indelible explosions of incredible suffering.
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What some call love is just compatibility.
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Justice is very relative.
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Sane beyond belief.
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Is there any audience but your imagination?
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There can be lots and lots of awakened ones, you know.
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The universe dance in detached perfection.
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Sex is a powerful aphrodisiac.
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There’s no shortage of irony in this player’s universe.
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Enjoy and let go.
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Play it isn’t so.
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Some are born to anonymity, others to limelight.
Destiny is a strange mix of blessing and curse.
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It matters much less how you die
As it does how you live.
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Is happiness a choice?
If so, make it now.
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Rhyme and reason isn’t always.
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The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
World Rights Reserved