CXCIV
The future must always play out history’s karma.
It is the cause and effect of time’s illusionary reality.
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The immediacy of nowness,
Only the a priori of awareness
Can even remotely attain.
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You are not obligated to do anything,
But through your own collusion.
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Judgment is such a bother.
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That which is imagined is not real.
That which is real is not imagined.
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A face that implies an angel that doesn’t exist.
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The veil of difference is not easily pierced.
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Value is spun from the nothingness of imagination.
It is cast of the relativity of the mind trapped in the snare
Of the ceaseless avoidance of pain and craving for pleasure.
For the hollow, temporal pursuit of power, wealth and recognition,
Delusions of no enduring importance or meaning whatsoever.
A self-deceptive reasoning without a single root in reality.
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What a bitter harvest
The propaganda of time
Weaves for children to endure.
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Do you hear the bells tolling?
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Whether viewed individually or collectively,
Humanity is in for a serious reckoning
With the reality of Eden’s Way.
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Can humanity afford to continue following leaders
Who only gratify their pointless megalomania?.
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Eden has briefly afforded humanity the delusion
That its vain concoctions are somehow vital.
To some equally vain supreme being.
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Will words such as these
Ever be discerned clearly by all?
Take Dante’s journey through your world,
And the answer will be evident.
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You yearn for the unmitigated freedom of oblivion,
Yet are ever drawn to participate in the confusion and rancor
Of the kaleidoscoping theater of manifest delusion.
What a challenge to be in the world,
Yet not be of it.
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Who am I but that which you are as well.
Discern it, and be free of all contrary claims.
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What a fool you sometimes are,
But “Oh well,” might a Cheshire Cat smile,
Or “So it goes,” a Tralfamadorian nod.
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When you give a gift, give it.
But if you give too much,
Be prepared for resentment
To drift like fog into a coastal inlet.
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As time wanders on, anonymity becomes the gold of beingness.
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One of the greater challenges in life
Is to not let security and comfort
Whittle away the best of you.
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Domestication is for cattle and sheep.
Be a wild thing.
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Too bad more people don’t follow their own advice.
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Who created language, anyway?
What an amazing, wondrous thing
To think, communicate the way we do.
What a shame we have not come to grips
With all the imagined demons born of dreams.
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Dust forms mountains, yet it is ever dust,
And to the depths and heights, it will ever be.
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Form is the product of time,
And if time is illusion,
So is form.
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Dance the dance
With whatever detachment
You can muster.
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Who am I?
Discern who you are,
And the answer is all but obvious.
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The demon in you is your ignorance,
An amusing play of needless suffering.
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We are all ruled by our habitual consumption.
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The predisposition to fight great wars
Does not for a great leader make.
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Delve into it deeply, and you will discern
There is nothing you can, or need, prove.
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Mother Nature does not tolerate
Inadequacy and mediocrity for long.
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You do not need to see the world to see the world.
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Any black box opens its doors to those
Willing to understand its conceptual interior.
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It is imagination that sustains all paths to glory.
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Those who see past themselves
Must put up with a world overflowing
With those who have no inkling.
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All fates hinge upon a genetic lottery
Over which none have any say whatsoever.
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Nobody really knows anything,
Despite all claims by the delusional,
And those who will take any vein proffered.
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Through experience each makes assumptions
Based on a collection of subjective desires.
Are any truly valid in the largest vision?
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How much of your dream is spent elsewhere?
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To be free of what others think
Is to be free of what you think they think.
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Time is such a vain playground.
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The future must always play out its history.
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The immediacy of nowness,
Only the a priori of awareness
Can even remotely ascertain.
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You are not obligated to do anything
But through your own collusion.
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What sense does it make that some god
Would judge its own creation harshly?
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Perhaps life’s biggest challenge
Is wading through so much bullshit.
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Existence is all about realizing
How little is truly important.
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Does the river pass the banks,
Or the banks the river?
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The snapshots of the mind do not easily still.
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You have your dream,
And all the others have theirs.
In oblivion shall they meet.
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Can’t find what ain’t there to find.
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Suspend the judge.
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Enjoy every breath possible.
You never know
When it will be your last.
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A saunter through Wal-Mart
Is a good way to disintegrate any whiff
Of optimism for humanity’s future.
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Cater to no whim that does not suit your own.
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Strange daze.
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Nothing but interesting times left for humanity.
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Posterior times.
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Hate is without reason.
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Only through imagination is something greater created.
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The point of existence, if there need be one,
Seems to be to get the most pleasure
For as little pain as possible.
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There are just certain things that aren’t worth the hassle.
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So many soap operas to ignore.
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Looking for an answer
With a conclusion already in mind
Doesn’t usually solve the problem at hand.
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Pretty challenging to keep track
Of all the other dreams in your head.
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Cast out your judgment.
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What power you may have in this mortal theater
Is given by the collusive compliance of others.
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What do you ever justify
But a vain identity-personality
Born of imagination’s fabrication?
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The you that you think you are
Is an unmitigated outcome of desire,
Fear, doubt and other passionate outbursts.
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Imitation is not the way to liberation.
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Consciousness will never rectify its inherent confusion
Because it is the fabricator of delusion.
It is the movement itself that must be understood,
And brought back to stillness by the discernment of awareness.
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Is your universe envisioned
Through an attached screen of passion?
Or through an unlimited sense of detached stillness?
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You operate within the bounds of your fate.
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You are accountable to none but your Self,
And in that, the judgment is naught
But what you imagine it to be.
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An individual, indivisible dream.
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The twists and turns of Soul
Wander every way imaginable.
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Words are all you know.
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Which leads your way, mind or heart?
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Discern your inner demon.
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Imitation is not the way.
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The countless assumptions
Upon which all dreams are based
Have roots only in imagination.
And all imagination is mirage.
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Belief is not the same as seeing clearly.
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Our silliness is all imagined.
Irony, irony, and irony again.
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Godness is not a separate matter.
It is all the youness playing the nowness
Of awareness manifested into consciousness.
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All views are limited by divisive minds.
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You must banish everyone to be alone.
To discover the essential voice,
To discern the Soul,
To merge
Into the only reality.
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The obvious so often is not.
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Curious how you happen to have been born
In the only geography that harbors truth.
Think about it.
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Your universe will reflect back the one you project.
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You need not
Believe in anything
To be what you really are.
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There is only one godness,
Through which you are sensory witness
To its infinitely indivisible mystery.
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They will think whatever you think they think.
The universe is whatever you imagine it to be.
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You are nobody’s promise.
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Unintentionally cruel.
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May you be surprised by a quick, painless death.
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Fear is generally more imagined than real.
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‘Tis as if it never happened.
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How interesting all the assumptions
Upon which you cast all your judgments.
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Cut all the euphemisms.
Call it for what it is.
Not justice,
But revenge,
Pure and simple.
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Even a proportion that would rouse the dead
Can lose its beauty with the utterance
Of a few vacuous words.
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Just one of the many ones.
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Must be somebody else’s dream.
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Being responsible for your own dream is enough.
What another makes of yours is their own doing.
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Seeing clearly is not something
That can be persuaded, cajoled or forced.
It is a unfathomable mystery that so many seem destined
To remain blind no matter how many ways the feast is set before them.
All are invited, yet few are given the eye to discern entry
Into the eternal fraternity of humankind.
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All these thoughts about the nature of things . . .
Little more than an insignificant back-burn to the destructive inferno
Toward which the innumerable memes are driving
The theater of consciousness.
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The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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