CCXVIII
The essential purpose of the senses in this theater is survival.
Over time every human being evolves a personal mythos
Based on the mind's interpretation of the inflow of data.
Who is the director of the theater but the witness in all?
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We are given the body and senses
And a mind capable of seeing beyond them all.
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Live and learn
Forget it anyway.
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Interesting how so many believe
The creation of evolution
Excludes them.
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The air is very thin here.
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Who knows you but they who know themselves?
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What to do this now?
What directionless direction
Does fate draw you?
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There can be no duality without consciousness.
Thought is the axe that splinters the one into other.
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It is so obvious you cannot cling
To the elements of wind, water, earth or fire.
What deceives you into believing a concept any less?
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Stopping time for even the briefest moment
Is as possible as clinging to a smooth, vertical wall.
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Sooner or later, gravity slam-dunks all vanity.
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Existential wonder.
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What the world thinks of you
Is what you think of it.
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Get past the most obvious meaning.
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You are easily forgotten.
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Love can manifest in many ways,
From scatter shot to laser,
It is ever the same.
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You are just a clay figurine
Waiting for the fist to fall.
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From the first seed come many,
But they are ever the same one.
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The depth you are only you can know.
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The vision written herein sees only an
Ocean of consciousness in a diverse weaving.
All is indivisible, separated only by imagination, not reality.
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So many ways Maya finds to tempt your longing.
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The easiest thing in the world
Is to get a woman to say no.
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Even if everything knew you,
Would it be enough?
And what if no one knew you?
What if you were completely anonymous,
Completely alone?
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So many stories no one will ever know.
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What can there be before before or after after?
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Look what mass education has done.
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Your means are your ends.
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Hell is insatiable temptation.
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How many labels have you collected?
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Always be prepared to move any direction.
Inflexibility is the rendezvous with death.
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Be wary of too small a forum.
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Pathetic is as pathetic does.
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What if the fat lady can’t sing?
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Oh yes, I remember your vanity.
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You are the origin of god.
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A few gold coins, an idea, a belief,
An emotion, a physical craving.
How easily you are bought.
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When desire strikes,
Watch the source rather than the object.
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The divisive power of dualistic thinking
Has been decisive in humanity's conquest
Of every domain of manifest creation,
Yet this very efficiency born of illusion
Is a Frankenstein of devastating proportion.
What desolation might it take for the human psyche
To flip into a new paradigm of consciousness?
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Wars, torture, unnecessary misery in every form.
Why do you continue to do this to yourselves?
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No matter the circuit,
All end with the same conclusion.
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Mountains and molehills
Are only as big as they seem.
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From limitation it is challenging
To discern that which is without any.
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What new pains and bothers
Will be unleashed this day?
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If it needs the author to sell it,
Then it’s not the book intended.
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What unimaginable pain
Must you yet endure?
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Gratitude is as fleeting
As demands are seething.
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Anthills and cities have so much in common,
Except the ants are better at cooperating.
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Read into everything for yourself.
Don’t depend on the interpretations of others.
Learn to discern, to trust you own view.
It is no less real than anyone’s.
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Martyrs need not apply.
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Not easy to face
How alone you truly are.
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How many women delude themselves into vainly asserting
No culpability to the disorder of this world falls at their doorstep?
Sorry ladies, but it is a collusion of Darwinian proportion from day one.
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It is not an issue of female or male,
But the magic that created them both.
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It stares at you and you at it
Until you see it for what it is.
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Each fabricates a separate reality
In this divine magical mystery show,
All very unique in their similarity.
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Moral binds are the operating costs of the limited mind.
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It is the calmness before falling into a deep sleep
Coupled with the awakened state of a full night's rest.
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Nope, not today, sorry.
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If you approach life through quality,
What else can anyone ask of you?
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To see clearly and adapt fully
To the vectors of energies coming at you
Is the art of living and dying well.
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Who will be your friend if you cannot?
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Meditation can only offer its momentary singularity.
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So many things you don’t even know you know.
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These thoughts are left to you
Without the burden of a personality
To create vain, useless resolutions about.
Just another drop drifting down the funnel of history.
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Through the countless others,
You discern the vastness of all potential.
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Every nuance of life changes constantly.
The challenge is letting them all go.
History need not bind you.
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Tempt neither angel nor devil.
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What need have you to see it any other way?
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Through the screen of yesterdays,
We carve our destiny.
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Who are the terrorists, the revolutionaries
But those who might well be kings
In other circumstances.
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To remember you must forget.
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In a blink nothing is the same.
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All that imagination distracts you
From what is really happening.
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Humanity is more controlled
By basic instinctual cravings
Than most would like to admit.
After all, you are in animal form.
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Few human beings in this world
Have a truly high standard of living.
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Attachment sustains so many dreams.
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Who left the chemistry room open?
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The limiting factor upends many a plan.
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So much to each life.
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This day, this night too shall pass
As has every day and night since creation.
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How many breaths in a lifetime?
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Life, a bit precious,
A bit of a bother.
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Chores are merely the means
To set order in your world.
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What capacity for longevity
Does the human species truly have?
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That which makes us so unique
Harkens us upon a sure reckoning.
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How foolish and naive we all are.
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As far as we really know, we know nothing.
For all we pretend, our universe might be merely
A floating speck in some swirling toilet bowl
In a cosmos that is itself an amoeba
In an even greater dream.
Ad infinitum.
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Think on all you can never fathom.
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You will find what you seek.
Be careful what you wish for.
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Make haste.
Your time of reckoning nears.
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To be born means you are here to learn.
What is it you do not already know?
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What have you learned from your life so far?
Are you satisfied? Why not?
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Make your death like a swan dive into a volcano.
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We are being overwhelmed by the details.
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Why wrap some silly little story around truth?
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The Fool is an adopted card.
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Say it with dead flowers.
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Courage is a full breath and a still mind.
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Home boy mystics
Wear strange colors
And speak a graffiti
Known only to they
Fated to succumb.
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Slowly, imperceptively,
The mask and costume change.
But not the actor playing out the senses.
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Imagine a life
Where what you looked like
Didn’t matter.
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How to participate in the insanity
Is the question.
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Plumb the depths
And find they are no different
Than the shallows.
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Unmitigated lust hath no bounds.
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What do women really want
From men, or men from women?
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Ahh, a good day to fall asleep in the sun.
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Subtleties within subtleties within subtleties
Are the maze-like journey of the eternal reality.
Between infinity and limitation, you are the nexus.
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What is any memory
But what an imagined center
Has chosen to perceive and prioritize?
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No matter how high you jump,
How far you run or walk,
How quick your mind,
Or pure your being,
You are an exponent
Of the manifest limitation
Given the potential to explore
That which is beyond all reckoning.
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Political correctness may appear
To win the day in any given theater,
But it has no say in the broadest picture.
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The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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