CCVII
The momentary flow is in every way at peace with itself.
It is the mind in time from which all suffering spews.
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Don’t kid yourself,
You’re as short of humility
As everyone else.
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Don’t feel obligated to settle for the original menu.
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It all adds up.
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Another point of consciousness
Giving voice to ignorance.
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There is nothing more or less,
Merely nothing nothing-ing.
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Don’t cell and drive.
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In what is essential, every thing is equal.
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Crack the shell of judgment.
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A very hypnotic illusion, indeed.
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A cheerful, compassionate, open heart
Is the best sail in the winds of time.
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Humanity is living beyond its means.
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What does it mean to “Rule the World?”
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Potential is only as great as its application.
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The risk of specialization
Is that so much focus is placed
On the branch of one tree or another
That the entire forest is burning,
And few even takes notice
Until it’s their corner
That’s being consumed.
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And what, again, is the point
Of knowing so much trivia?
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Stardust quaffing the abyss.
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It takes great strength and insight to be truly humble.
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Fate rolls on.
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Why you?
Why not you?
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Avoiding oblivion is a fool’s journey.
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Every moment sacred
For its eternal nature
And its time-bound passing.
Once and forever, ever entwined.
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Some lives not their own.
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You cannot save anyone from their fate.
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You will endure whatever you must
For as long as will sustains you.
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What is grief but self-absorption
Pouting over irrevocable change.
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Is it cruel to state things as they are?
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You are the culmination of life’s beginning,
And the permutations of stardust
Far prior to that.
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Is there a label that hasn’t been used
To describe you angel/demon nature?
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Who isn’t attached
To the frame of reference
With which they are most familiar?
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For that just-in-case-you-never-know-it-just-might-happen
Kind of day.
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What is a gap between souls in the play of eternity?
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One’s intent is whatever you wish it to be.
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A creative mind can be treacherous ground.
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We are but temporary glimpses of eternity’s mirage.
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Madness is in the often overwhelming nature of details.
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Enjoy it while ye may.
The Reaper and all his cousins
Are following you closely.
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Discern the least common denominator,
And you will travel the ground of truth.
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It is not easy,
But you can change you mind.
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Eternal faire.
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A gift isn’t a gift if something is expected in return.
Love is a gift.
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You haven’t practiced forgetting enough.
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There are no differences at the essential level.
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Life, for some, is a journey of Self discovery.
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Even the purest science is a mirage.
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No assumption is real.
Everything is assumption.
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Another example why low bid is rarely the best choice.
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A harsh wit suffers a critical spirit.
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From dark to light, and light to dark.
Without one the other would never be.
Colors and shapes appearing and fading,
Imagination ever the source of all dreaming.
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It’s good discipline
To occasionally deprive yourself
Of those things from which you derive great pleasure,
Just to know you can.
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Every seed is sculpted
By the wind of time and space
Into one reverie, one fate or another.
All uniquely different, all essentially the same.
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Is there any particle that is not essential
To the unfolding nature of all creation?
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All differentiation is born of consciousness.
How challenging to see everything the same.
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The shadow of hands crisscrossing
Between the sun and closed eyes,
The vision of hands crisscrossing
Between sun and eyes wide open.
What is the awareness, the state of mind,
That witnesses all differences ever the same?
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That which is requires no name.
The incessant need to name everything
Is the delusion of consciousness.
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Wisdom is the therapy of those who
Discern the divinity of all creation.
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Practice equanimity.
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The Pharisees of all organized religions
Use you because you allow it,
Because you are too lazy and undisciplined,
Too fearful and full of desire to discern anything but false truth.
Idolatry is so much easier, so much more comfortable,
And permits you to do whatever you please.
And to assuage any shadow of guilt,
A mere ten percent will do.
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The irony is that the hypocrite
Cannot see his hypocrisy.
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To reclaim the earth for righteous intent
Requires that consciousness see its nature
As mere a coating across which reality reflects.
That it in itself is merely a transient passing
And ultimately only food for worms.
Can it ever possibly happen?
Do you, we want it to?
Is the only motive required.
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Idealism is useless,
A delusion to stay the course,
Despite the rocky shoals
Into which it aims.
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Many are disturbed by words such as these
Because it requires them to question every assumption,
Every bargain they have made to live as they do.
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Read.
Catch the drift.
Let go.
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Why does the name by which you are called mean so much to you?
Do you really suppose, in the infinite eye of the eternal,
That any sound is any more important
Than a flittering breeze, or a passing shadow?
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How can you expect
More out of existence
Than if can ever offer?
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The twists and turns
Of any given generation
Are compounded in the next.
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Always read the fine print.
And if it isn’t written anywhere,
Discern its probability.
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False religion is a mainstay of human thinking.
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Why judge something you have had no say in creating?
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How many parents have the wisdom
Not to transmit their fears and prejudices
To their offspring and the future
In which they will reside?
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The thoughts and questions herein
Will inspire many thoughts and questions,
Yet really only one was intended.
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For those who yearn for sleep that is deep,
Dreams that are few, serene and restful,
Where do you reside, what do you do?
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The young explore, the old reminisce.
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This body of work says again and again
In many ways that you really know
Nothing but what you think.
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To consider yourself any more
Than a hairless monkey
With a highly capable thumb and mind,
An outcome of evolution as is every other life form,
Is a journey of ignorance and delusion.
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Simplicity is arduous.
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Glory cannot be long sustained.
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Though most will never fathom it,
In these eyes all are goodness.
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To lie, cheat, steal, rape or kill,
Comprehend your own response
If the same were to happen to you.
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Humanity takes more care
Breeding animals, plants and insects
Than it does its own.
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A gardener does not allow a tree to become overgrown.
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So many think religion
As some sort of Hatfield-McCoy game
Of whose side are you on?
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How absurd to believe godness has only one face.
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What most call eternal life is assumed to be the existence
They will someday experience after physical death,
Never discerning it is the one they are living right now.
Time is but an imaginary cloaking of the ever-present reality.
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You are not a slave
In this world or any other
But through your own volition.
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What human beings will do for attention
Leaves no stone, nor even mountain unturned.
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You have been dying every moment of your life.
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How many fantasize about being anywhere
But where they timelessly are right now?
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Sex, sex, sex,
How it permeates our minds.
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Create what you will,
Destroy what you please,
You only change the reflection.
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Every technology we create alters us in turn.
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If it can be imagined, rest assured
It is somewhere taking shape.
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Wander where you are.
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Old stuff, new stuff, all stuff.
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The use or non-use of drugs is an individual decision,
But those who do not have a baseline in moderation
Often lose out on the true potential of the journey.
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How insatiable the hunger of consciousness.
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So simple that it’s easy to forget.
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Is ego anything more than attachment to sensation.
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Be wary of believing your own propaganda.
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We all talk to ourselves.
Some just lack the insight
To keep it to themselves.
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Celibacy is an internal commitment to the ending of desire.
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Nothing, in particular.
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One and the same.
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All that work,
For nothing.
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Who is the mother, who is the father,
But that from which all seeds are born?
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Usually best to keep close to the chest
Narcissistic self-absorption to your Self.
Others seem to tire of competing with it.
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The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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