Chapter 216 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)

CCXVI

Self is the awareness you have been
Since your mind-body's birth into consciousness.

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Is it me? Is it you?
Is it any of us in particular?

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Your sanctity lies at the deepest core of your being.

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There is no place you can ever travel
Where you will be any different than you are.

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What is the point of a chaotic stressful life?
Is all that wanting worth the suffering?

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Deny no vision
Until you one day own eternity's.

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The intensity of your fear in time
Is what keeps you from serenity now.

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The experiences you seek so passionately
Are over as quickly as those you do not.

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Silly as it may be, this is what your life has come to.

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Each of us plays our own version of time.

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Mother Nature is the fang, the claw and the club.

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The human species is, on the whole, in great denial.

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If you are trustworthy,
At least some of the time,
You will fool many of them
The rest of the time.

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You can’t be seen if you don’t reflect.

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It’s not the gun that pulls the trigger,
Nor the knife that wields the blade.

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Death reins all back into the bosom

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Just another arrogant flash in the pan.

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Let them touch you with their delusion.

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Am I talking of me or you?
Who’s to say, who’s to say?
Take it all as you would
Any other day.

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Jumping from one mythos to another
Misses the inanity manifested by all.
It is far more real to walk anonymous.

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What happens when you want nothing,
Have nothing, seek nothing, fear nothing,
When the emptiness of the unmanifested reigns
Every point and particle of your being?

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Physical desires can be satiated,
But psychological cravings have no end.
They are the breeding ground of human suffering.

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Every thought, every insight you have
Is duplication of what science labels the big bang.
You are the creative destruction of each and every moment.

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As an individual personality
You harbor a false illusion of free will,
But the essence you really are is, without choice.
Choiceless awareness is simply operating
In unmanifest awareness manifest.

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Memories are opportunities to make up later
What was missed on the original run.

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Desire and fear taint understanding.
Clear witnessing requires their absence.

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If you are a real guru,
No one will shed even a tear
When you depart from the theater.

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Losing your innocence comes when your realize
Life does not carry an insurance policy.

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Whose perspective has the greatest weight?

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Whether they know it or not,
Everybody, everything has it.

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How tiring both ruthlessness and compassion.

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These thoughts for those times
When you secure a moment
To catch up with your Self.

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What a scary thing to operate from the heart
In a world where so many minds squeeze it dry.

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Touching a woman is like driving a car,
Shooting a gun or smoking a cigar.
Something to do occasionally,
But not so often as to drown you.

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So few ever realize
That fellow who is pissing
On those pretty fronts
Is a great teacher.

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Why are some so absorbed
On discovering life on other planets
When our species is seemingly so intent
On destroying that which resides on this one?
What sane aliens would seek relationship with us?

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If you could only tame your goodwill for some
And spread it to all.

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Why not own that we are all lumps of clay
And just laugh at our irreconcilable vanity?

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Drugs are useful in lighting the way,
As aids in the rekindling of your own torch,
But they should not be treated as ends in themselves.

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Home is the dwelling from whence the unmanifest
Issues that which is manifest.

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Discover the light within
Which has projected all this illusion.

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To reside in vanity's superficial nature
Is the thin shell of blind ignorance.

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Pretending to know anything is akin to holding tightly
To a favorite blanket while sucking your thumb.

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What will you really do
If confronted with the reality
Of a fight or die situation?

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Complain about your lot all you will,
It can never change
Without some intentional action.

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Never let your desire or fear
Exorcise your good judgment.

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A warrior must be ready at a moment’s notice
To do whatever is necessary to survive or die.

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Those who see only duality as real
Can never accept that the fraction
Cannot be independent of the whole
No matter how much thought is given to it.

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This is what happens
When you put nerds in charge.

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Don’t we all gaze into the mirror
Enraptured with our reflection.

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Taste and smell the chemistry.

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All your vain silliness
Teeters on such unstable shale.

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States, as they have evolved, are little concerned
About the welfare and happiness of the individual.
They have become burdensome ends in themselves.

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Merge into undifferentiated consciousness
And find no other.

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In awareness the most simple things
Become profoundly extraordinary,
And the most complex things
Become scarcely a problem.

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To be in the body,
Yet be untainted by identity
Is the purpose you seek.

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How simple it is to share.
How difficult we make it.

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The mind caught in Maya
Will create every possible distraction
To put off the infinite quest.

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What makes anyone think
Either good or ill in any matter?
Where do like and dislike come from?

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What you staring at, man?
Your soul, man, your soul?

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These words relieve your denial.

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No mythological foundation
Is more true or real than another.
They are all relative to collusions.
Of geographical assumption.

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You might have trouble thinking about god,
If, when you die, a beautiful woman is giving you
The best damned blow job you’ve ever had.
A worthy challenge, don’t you think?

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You’re still too young
To be the lecher you’ve
Set your sights on being.

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How easy to feel, to give into
The passion of outrage.

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Better to do a few things well
Than many poorly, unless, of course,
Tasting is as much as you need.

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Armageddon is the choice born of ignorance.
It need not be a fate.

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Most seem content to stroke their vanity
And believe their limitations magnificent.

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Pleasure and pain seem so very, very real,
But all sensations are ever-changing
In every moment yet to come.

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God is just a larger mask of clay
Which will someday succumb
To the same fate as you.

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The unending oppression of those you allow eliteness
Ever plays upon your self-deceiving gullibility,
That combination of desire and angst
Whose life you play out.

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In the broadest sense
Each of us chooses a death
Based upon patterned choices.
Conscious choice is called suicide.
Many are vain struggles for the renown
Of one self-absorbed limitation or another.

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You must die to mortal self to attain immortality.

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Has any state or dogma ever been concerned
With your discovering your essential state?

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Be wary that all you see is not just words.

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Through all manifest fortune and adversity,
Recall your original nature until you never forget.

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It isn’t that there isn’t great goodness in many people.
It’s just that too many are so self-absorbed
They cannot allow that others,
Whatever the form,
Are really no different.
It all boils down to ignorance
Of the primal fact.

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Scorpio by one technique,
Charioteer by another,
Serpent by a third,
Fool by volition.

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The righteousness of the damned
Is the scroll of vain notion.

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A lot of folks talking the talk
Without walking the walk.

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These words are a meager attempt
To encourage courage across time and space
To fearlessly face the suffering that manifestation brings
All who consciously dare the journey.

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Real religion, true spiritual unification is abandoned, chaotic, disordered,
Reckless, wild, untamable, fierce, violent, irreverent,
Totally serene all the while.

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Why do we corrupt the young
With the tyranny of useless, vain histories
Which serve little more than to create division and rancor?

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Rocks can no more withstand the wind and waves
Than you can your eternal reunification.
Stand naked before the elements
And know you are one with their divine nature.

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Real religion entertains
A good amount of common sense.
There's always wood needs chopping and water carrying.

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Consciousness is just another bodily fluid.

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Never forget those spontaneous happy times in childhood
When your quick nimble toes sifted through hot sand
Or a cold ocean wave caught you by surprise.
Remember how easy it was to laugh.
They are not so far from you.

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Believe nothing but what you alone
Are discerning enough to divine.

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We are all equals in this divine play.
All are given first title in the highest way.

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There are no different separate souls,
Only an infinite flowing array of costumes.
In all manifest diversity there has ever been oneness.

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Without space there would be no form.
Without form there would be no space.

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You will take your life to the grave.
No one will ever know you
The way you have known yourself.

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Sometimes you have to become the one,
Because the all is just too much to carry.

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Everything from mundane to infinity
Is covered on this journalist’s beat.

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Abandon all hope.
It is the insecurity of ignorance.

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What confusion these words may wrought in time
Must for others the same understanding
Do tell, retell and tell again.

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How amazing the disrespect for other life forms.
At least honor their sacrifice as you slaughter your Self.


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