03 October 2009

Chapter 223 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)

CCXXIII

Can anyone remain innocent for long?

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Half full, half empty,
The half glass is.

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To you, from you, all light streams.

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Give and you will get back manifold.
Well, maybe.

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More rattlesnakes, black widows and other critters
Have died by human hands than will ever
Inflict harm upon our species.

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Meet your fate from the circle.

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Time is space and space is time.
The two are separate in concept only.

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People seem more impressed by miracles
Than simple fare and common sense.

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How can what was never born ever die?

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Perhaps some will grieve at your passing,
Others will nod, and most will be indifferent,
If they even happen to know of your existence.

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Lump all consciousness together
And what do you have
But the conclusion of all delusion.

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These writings are the reminder
That you are sovereign and complete
But for the muddiness of your limited vision.

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Evolution is merely the way godness creates
And plays out whatever passion comes to mind.

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This moment is forever.

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How many angels can dance
On the tip of a full-metal jacket?

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Worship that which is least obvious, but most true.

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Touch god by immersing in that total beingness
Which is your godness, the eternal infinity within.

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As a man’s bowels move, so does his mind.

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Sell, sell, sell.
Buy, buy, buy.
Consume till you bust.

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What a strange thing superstition.
Believing some unusual act or event
Creates a good or evil outcome.

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New, yet as predictable as ever.

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Sex can be an overwhelming,
Incomprehensible urge at any age,
But especially during the earlier years.

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Interests.
They come, they go.

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Random acts of consciousness.

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It takes a great deal of sorting to reach this point.

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Thank you all.

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All the people you will never see again,
Are they dead? Are they alive?
You will never know.

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You are the window
Through which the eternal
Comes to pass.

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Rules?!?
In an illusion?

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You cannot hear what you cannot see.

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Biographies are opportunities to step into another’s universe.
It is learning to see the genetic and geographic patterns
Which wove a life into its role, its fated contribution.

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When did you begin
Adopting the guise of identity?
When will you let it fall away completely?

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Who is the who you pretend to be?

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Ahh, to want nothing.

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The reality of relationship
Happens after you leave the theater.

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It’s all one, baby, but your personality sucks.

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Love only that and you will do no wrong.

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Does everything take time?
Or does time take everything?

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No such thing.

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Chasing windmills again, Don Quixote?

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There will probably always be people
Who have something to say about everything.
The universe is dabbled by pundits and philosophers.

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Good with a quip, and a slip of the tongue,
You remain irascible and aloof,
As any fool will.

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What an ocean the universe is.

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It’s your show.
May as well make the best of it.

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An infinite
Pool of differences
All the same.

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Of what use is a philosophy
Which has no practical bearings?

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What makes your opinions
Any superior, any more valuable,
But your own fallible, self-absorbed will?
Might makes right, but what is right?

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Perhaps I will burn them,
But dang, it’s already too late.
They are already blown to the wind.

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Tis done, whatever the glory.

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You need not participate, perhaps cannot
Participate in the dance the way so many are.
Your sovereign choice is to play it out
In whatever way you see fit.

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Guilt is self-imposed.

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It is so ironic how the current Rome has become
Far worse than what it originally rebelled against.

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You began existence with
All the innocence in creation.
Keeping it is like trying to drink
A cup of water from a leaking cup.

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Oh yes, you can still be easily tempted.

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Imagination is the maze.

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Most seem so satisfied with one notion or another.

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As long as false value rules our decisions,
We doom the future to a terrible nightmare
We would likely never wish upon ourselves.

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Some people are so stuck on themselves.

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Aren’t you weary of being afraid of your god?

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Be sure to tell yourself
When you get something new
That it will never ever be new again,
And maybe even sacrifice the first scratch
By you own hand just to make the point.

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The mind-body is a divine sensory receiver
Genetically programmed to be you,
One with all, despite the limited visions
Which have colluded to create this fine mess.

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What a heritage we leave the future.

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What atrocities we rationalize in the name of science.

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A zit on your face is probably bigger
Relative to Mt. Everest on the earth’s.
What is big, what is small, short or tall?

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There’s leadership and there’s tyranny.

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No one is watching you near as closely as yourself.

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Sometimes you have to go out on the edge to find where the middle is.

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How many who use the word love don’t.

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Caught in hell, discern it to be
But another face of heaven
That both are but states of mind

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Bitterness is an acquired taste.

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Only fundamentally can any moment
Be experience, compared or transcended.

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How absurd that we consider
Any calendar date a reflection of another.
How can there be a birthday if you were never born?

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Can’t argue with a dead man.

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How frightening some in their ignorance become.

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At some point those who see
Either renounce the world,
Or play the chameleon.

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What judgment is of any meaning
When not even a grain of sand
Has a choice in the matter?

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You are the knower,
But what do you really know?

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You have journeyed heaven and hell,
And you want more?

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What makes you fear more than the lack of a full breath?

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Consciousness has created all.

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Notoriety has its own rewards.

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Have you figured out why Buddha left it all for nothing?

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Vanity’s vanity no matter the guise.

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Bargain with God? What a concept.

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Coffee and piss, what’s the difference?

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This is the only conclusion worth pursuing.

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Try not to let a groove hamper you adaptability.

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Silence is the eternal companion.
A priceless birthright beyond all value.

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Science, having little regard for life, is an end unto itself,
Knowledge and understanding no matter the price,
“In the name of science,” its mindless cry.
Truth is beyond its limited grasp.

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Forgetting to remember and remembering to forget
Is arduous whatever way you look at it.

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Glean the truth from your own experience.

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It is not your decision to make.

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A committee should make the best camel possible.

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Nothing more demoralizing
Than getting stabbed in the back
By someone you thought you could trust.

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Positive attitude so often seems to mean
Make the almighty dollar any way you can

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Regarding personal responsibility
How many bury their heads in sand?

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How much history will we carry before it topples us?

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There really can be no solutions
Until humanity clearly comprehends
That it is the source of all problems.

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Never assume someone is not intelligent
Until they prove it beyond all doubt.

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Do not be so foolhardy as to assume
That you are totally free of all attachment.

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“If...” is an imaginary capital letter word at least ten miles high
Built of a thought so durable as to be as practically eternal.
But it’s not.

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The human inherent urge toward conflict
Is the precipitator of history’s dervish whirl.

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Once again this craving to own, to possess,
Grabs hold with its fractured mania.

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The instantaneous point.

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What can really touch you
But that which you imagine?

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Another ensnared by his vanity.

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The usual demons.

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Always something else to think about
In that ceaseless carousel of consciousness.

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You can be sure it will happen again…forever…

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Whatever it is, whatever it is not,
Finding contentment is the challenge.

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This mission, Mr. Gray,
Should you choose to accept it,
Is to write something sane.

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Duality will never be persuaded
Its space-time dream is not reality.

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The arrogance of pride is the inevitable outcome
Of the dualistic separation born of the senses,
And the consciousness into which they play.


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