28 November 2009

Chapter 170 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)

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When the genes
Of your parents’ ancestry
Merged in your mother’s womb,
The patterning you are was set in motion.
Food was added, and the rest is memory’s projection.

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Freedom nurtures freedom.

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The dream passes more silently
As the craving for chatter dissipates.

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What do you imagine
Is so kind and loving about this world?
Have you ever closely observed
The reality of the creatures
You consider so cute?

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Humanity’s violent club has grown with technology
To a point undreamed of in prior history,
Yet what is there to learn
But that its destructive capability
Is equally devastating to whoever wields it.

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Concepts within concepts within concepts
Ad infinitum.
From whence do they all begin?

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Questions and answers.
Both come from and return to silence.

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Every nexus is a vehicle of the diversity of goodness.

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All purpose is imagined.

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Does a dull lump of unshaped clay
Adorn itself with meaning and purpose?
Only that which it is fashioned into
Would play out such vanity.

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We would laugh if an ant thought itself grand
Or a daisy sought to change itself into a rose,
Yet we cannot see our own vanity is no different.

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Duality is created by minds which do not discern
The essential nature of opposites is the same.

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Is there any difference which is not imagined?

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Transcend every thought, every concept,
Until there is nothing but pure awareness.

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Lotus bound, ye are, ye are.

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How foolish we are to destroy one another
For seeing the same thing differently.

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Stay awhile.

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A dreamer whose only dream was to become true.

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Always on the make,
He dreams in lust.

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You are the coin in this sorcerer’s dream.

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Nothing is forever.

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“What do you want?” the question.
“Nothing,” the answer.

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Have you had your fill of the loneliness, yet?

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Every bubble a universe.

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What does anyone want but a fantasy?

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What good is any so-called spiritual book
If it doesn’t relate to what’s happening now?

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Age is a cloak of invisibility.

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What will it be like with 10 billion?

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Any given expectation
Is bound, sooner or later,
To prove disappointing.

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Fooled again by your own naïveté.

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How far must you expand into the universe
To comprehend it is your own creation?

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How valiantly you have sought to fulfill your perceived purpose,
Only to finally realize it was merely a convincing concoction of thought
Given reality by the senses and your incessant craving for more.

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There is no reconciliation of the dualistic mind.

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In their ceaseless fabrication of self-made knowledge,
The sciences ever divide into increasingly finite specializations.
It may well be our undoing if we do not find visionaries
Capable of piecing back together the whole.

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Until your vision
Takes in the universe,
You will drift in hell.

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There is no suffering,
Just knots of consciousness
To be cut by the blade of discernment.

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The sense of duality is resistance to the inevitable.

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Concepts are being used herein to destroy concepts,
Until all is seen from that unlimited nature beyond concepts.

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It leaves you very much alone
In a most purifying way.

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Power, wealth and status
Tend to create divisive,
Blinding arrogance.

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Cut and slice until you discern
Only that which was never born.
The essential abyss of awareness
Wherein no concept can tread.

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Do not hold others back from Self-discovery
Simply because you are too vain to let go.

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Your attachment to limitation is what kills you.

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What would you be without all the history?

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Leave behind all your desires for a better world.
You cannot save anyone or anything,
Not even your Self.

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Could you learn as much in a lesser hell?

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What relationship
Can the finite have with infinity
But through complete and utter surrender?

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All that knowledge blinds you to reality.

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A world full of blind men;
All exploring the same elephant.
Debating parts and killing one another
Because they cannot extrapolate the whole.
And all the while, the elephant stands unconcerned.

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Fools follow fools.
The mystic follow none,
Leading where none can follow.

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With our busy lives, there is so little time
For real inquiry into the essential nature.

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No brag, just fact.

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What reconciliation can there be
Between the personal with the impersonal,
But complete surrender of the former with the latter.

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Duality can never be reconciled
Without insight into the ultimate unity.

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The interacting flow each has
With people, places, things and ideas
Is an inconceivable, kaleidoscoping dance.
Step back as far as you can imagine,
And the universe shimmers
Within a deep silence.

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Within each of us,
This impersonal nature
Witnesses the eternal theater
Forever now.

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The only way this dream
Could ever have been fair
Is for it to have never been.

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Ideals are meaningless without real intention.

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Detachment comes as you discern
You are more stillness than persona.

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No matter how expansive you may imagine it,
Any god created by consciousness
Is ever only a concept.
Until you see its reality within,
Your vision will be forever bound in time.

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Have you discerned yet
That every time you wake up,
You have this repeating nightmare
That you are a human being?

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Peace must manifest within before it ever will without.

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Gotta have a sense of humor.
Kind of like ruby slippers.
Click a couple times,
And you’re home.

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Does anyone really remember asking for this?

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Is the best we can do?

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Isness, nowness, godness, oneness…
All the same mysterious sugarness of youness.

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Without the stillness,
There would be no reference point
To discern the movement.

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It’s a relativity thing.

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No matter how infinite,
How fantastic the light show,
It is ever the same essential nature,
Which is without any attribute whatsoever.

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Contemplate an atom.
Extrapolate its essence into you,
And then expand to infinity.

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Identity is a temporary framework,
Which should not be confused
With the final de-structuring.

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Just because someone did something horrific to one of your ancestors
Does not mean you must exact revenge upon the descendants.
Do not be burdened by the whims of historical nonsense.

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What is seeking glory
But an empty bag
Of projected memories?

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What knife can harm
That which birth and death
Can never penetrate?

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Pain is not an eternal matter.
It is in the realm of mind
Locked in the continuity of time.
Pain without time is merely sensation.

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The fear of death has been used against you
In every way imaginable
Since this silly game got going.
You are, of course, a complicit player in the plot.

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There is no end to man-made knowledge of god,
But what, pray tell, does god really have to say?

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Anyone who is just looking for Jesus
Has misunderstood the Christ aspect.

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Humanity’s so-called success
Is at the same time the seed
Of its inevitable destruction.

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What exactly would you change this world into
That everyone would willingly go along with?

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Eternity is nowness in a forever kind of way.

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Hell hath no road untrammeled.

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You create and allow
The many voices of reflections
To reign your temporary, mortal existence.
To realize all are your own projection
Is one of the greater challenges.

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Love, cute and nice are all four-letter words.

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Each of us sees our own way,
Yet what each of us sees
Is in reality exactly the same.

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All any devil needs do to turn it around
Is to just start stretching its wings.

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You are neither above or below
Anything or anyone.
All arrogance is unfounded.

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The many judgments you cast
Are the ones you have yet to face.

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Seek ye god, and you will find your Self.

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Your resistance to life is ever matched
By its gritty talent at creating trials
Which transform you into wine.
Very similar to the way water
Turns mountains into silt.

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So many thoughts.
Nowhere to go.

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A gift to time.

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Share your Self.

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You are reincarnated in every thought.

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Until the mind totally merges into its unitary nature,
Consciousness will endlessly reincarnate the identity it plays,
The you, you believe you are, but have never been.

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Any revolution begins with the seed of a vision.

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Intellect caught in the web of words
Cannot fathom beyond them.

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Pride is maya’s greatest ally.

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Dredge the mind of that which is not.

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Cleverness can be so wearing.

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There is only one way,
But there are an infinity of witnesses
In which it wanders its creation.

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All concepts end at the grave,
But what you truly are
Can never die,
For it was never born.


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