11 October 2009

Chapter 197 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)

CLICVII

Humility does not imply lack of confidence.

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The muck of the matter usually belies the glory.

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How many blame their suffering
On everyone but themselves.

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You do not necessarily have
To find love with another
To be in love with your Self.

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In making an assumption,
You may be missing the real source
Of both the problem and it’s inherent solution.

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You must endure such imagined torture
To overcome your fear of sovereignty.

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You are wherever you are.
Being out of sync with the nowness
Stresses an otherwise innocent container.

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There’s not much point to arguing with a pinhead vision.

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The garden will one day,
In one way, or perhaps many,
Prune humanity to a manageable size.

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What is the body but a harbor
From which dreams manifest.

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You are compelled by whatever life inspires you to want.

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What need have you
For the quagmire of sorrow
This world so often brings about?

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As wrong, stupid or foolish as it all too often is,
Might makes right.
Always has, always will.

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Pandora’s Box is not often closed.

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The synergy of greed is overwhelming.

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What’s truly ironic
Is that someday
These will be called
The “Good Old Days.”

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Please don’t ruin it by opening your mouth.

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The measure of pride
Is one’s resistance to reality.

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What prisons excess can fashion.

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It’s all about you, and not all about you, at the same time.
Your existence is but a negligible role of the larger stage,
But in your own dream, you are the center stage creation.

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You cannot force your fate
Into what it is not destined to be.

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Irony, always irony.

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Wishful thinking is just that.

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In the manifest reality
There is a pecking order
To which all forms must abide.

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Who was that madman, Kemo Sabe?

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Something for divisive minds to chew on.

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Lust is perhaps the most demanding force
In this frail, very temporary existence.

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The truths and lies of history
Are left for time to distill.

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A remarkable thing to fully examine one’s life, eh what?

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What doesn’t annihilate you today
Often makes you stronger tomorrow.

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Each moment poses a new reckoning.
So many choices can easily make
For such a harried existence.

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Narcissism needs but one reflection.
But in a house of mirrors, conceit
Attains an infinity of potentials.

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Freedom is its own reward.

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Drink deeply of your existence
In whatever way fate allows.
God or no, this mortal play,
Is truly an amazing mystery.

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What a travesty the dogmas of organized religion.

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Ponder anything and everything
Until nothing is left to ponder.

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Demons and angels are bound by their oneness.

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So arduous, so simple,
To comprehend the truth of the matter.

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Habitually cleaning your plate
Is not necessarily a beneficial thing to do.
Very challenging it is to stop when the body is sated.
The mind will gorge forever, if allowed.

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The beast is not bound by the moralities of consciousness.

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To be human is more
Than walking on two legs
And manipulating one’s thumbs.

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Pain and suffering are certainties of life.
A measure of detachment is the challenge.

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The only bona fide choice
Is unconditional surrender
To that which you truly are,
And the fate that it inspires.

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A true gift is freely given.

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In the game of win and lose,
There are ultimately no winners.

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If it fits, pass it on.
If not, drop it,
And wander on.

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Morality is not about vain, dogmatic assertion.

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What would you say
If you could do it
Another way?

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It’s all about fulfilling your fate.

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All remedies are but temporal jousts.

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All differences are imagined.

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Confusion is sewn of the desire
For life to be more than it is.

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Tranquility is a gift that few truly attain.

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Negate everything and you will see.

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There is history unfolding every moment,
Individually, collectively, infinitely.
No stone will left unturned
In the annuals of time.

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Passing along what you know
Creates realities you will never see.

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Drift as you will, all time is an ephemeral spigot.

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Too bad we will never get past ourselves.
Ponder all the things we could really do
If humanity was infused with heaven.
Such joy there could be if wisdom
Were as commonplace as water.

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What a role each plays in their own vain dream.

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Who is it who witnesses
Through any sensory apparatus
But the same one in all?

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The only thing holding you in this 3-D mirage
Is a body bound to fall off some moment in time.
Will the freedom be too much to withstand rebirth?

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You are the unknown dreamer
Dreaming all the becoming real,
Caught in the web of vain division
And dread of the absolute aloneness
Of reality prior to all imagined attributes.

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Few others will ever see you as you are
Unless they, too, have remembered.

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You choose to be burdened
By your own imagination.
Discerning reality leaves you
Choicelessly, freely light-headed.

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Amazing to realize how many
Are incapable of empathizing with others.
How many are so self-absorbed as to have no vision
Of anyone or anything but me, myself and I.

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Truth has nothing to do with any lightshow.

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If god is as vain as we,
Then what’s the point?

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All form is the ephemeral fluid of eternity.

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If you are still seeking,
Then perhaps you need
To re-think your path.

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What can you have any feeling about
That isn’t one illusion or another?

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What madness will you endure this day?

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Don’t kid yourself that science
Isn’t as thick with politics as anything else
Concocted by the human mind.

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First they make you feel guilty,
Then they absolve you,
Then they as for ten percent.

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You become what you imagine.
Together, we create theater.

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How can fear truly inspire?

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Chances are you will find whatever it is you seek.
If it is the messiah, you will find the messiah.
If it is a Buddha, you will find a Buddha.
If it is nothing, you will find nothing.

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No worries, mate.

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For that is all it really is.

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You just never know when one or more
Of these little ditties will bubble up.

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It doesn’t need to be published
To ripple across the world.

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What was it you wanted to remember again?

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There seem to be few human foibles into which you have not
Intentionally, accidentally, foolishly, or unavoidably demonstrated.

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True perfection is impossible
At all but the most essential level.
Question the assumptions of any ideal.

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The routine of day after day after day
Can be both exhausting and enlightening.

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At some point, all the collection of data requires a decision.
No decision is, of course, one of the most likely selections.

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It’s an interactive universe.

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The world was doing just fine
Before humankind wandered along.
One day, in the relativity of geographical time,
Signs of our vain presence will have long since evaporated.

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A little ignorance goes a long way.

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Passivity versus aggression is an irony
About which humanity has much to learn.

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What is wisdom without foolishness?

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Any extreme runs the risk of addiction.

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Left requires right, odd-even, coarse-fine.
One is not, cannot be, without the other.

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You are what you are educated to be.

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By the thread of imagination,
You wander the abyss.

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Rest assured that ultimate reality will be
Long after your presence has evaporated.

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We are herd animals, social beings,
Yet so competitive and limited by tribal views,
That we seem unable to see the inherent commonality
Of all life, all forms, no matter the nature.

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What melodrama we so willingly wade.

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That to which you react demarks the fate you travel.

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Be cautious that your loyalties are not naively misguided.

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Do you really need to know anything?
Even your Self?

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How interesting that we fabricate glory
From the hellish destruction of war.

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Pause and reflect as possible upon your true timelessness.
It is the eternal liqueur in which you actually reside,
A transcendent state if ever there was one.

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What would you do if there was no other
To impress with your worth, or lack of it?

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To take anything personally is the vanity.

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So many believe there really is something to become,
Yet such a minority are truly interested in or able to discern
That the answer to all seeking is simple, profound awareness.

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Every possible distraction
Is planted within the maze of time.
One must disregard all to discern clearly.

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When you see all this and gaze back
Into the many perceptions of your dream,
What a girder-ridden, complex edifice it all is.
So preposterous, and the same time so binding.
As long as the body-mind continues to function,
One has little choice but to breath in and out
The ceaseless mirages of manifest reality.


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