28 November 2009

Chapter 172 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)

CLXXII

You are born of the original seed.

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Grasp that the identified you
Is not the you playing out
This spontaneous lightshow.

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Seek nothing but union,
And consciousness will take care of the player.

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Judgment is separation.

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Goals require desire,
And when desire diminishes,
All goals become clear and simple.

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Part of humility
Is a grace and equanimity
In moments both harsh and blessed.

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Love is a one-way street.

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We madly stampede toward the cliffs,
Violently clawing at one another,
Creating a hellish nightmare
Without any reckoning
Except utter destruction.
Both appalling and amusing.
Lemmings ain’t got nothing on us.

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We have loaded so much in our heads.
There is little room for serenity,
Good will and wisdom.

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Do you only care about the many because they are anonymous?
Do you think they care about you for any different reason?

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Habit is a precursor to inattention.

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Things might be much easier
If you would only remember to breathe.
The brain requires plenty of oxygen
And air’s other components.

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What will this world be like
When ten billion human beings
Are scrambling, clawing to survive?

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Not so Self-evident as one might think.

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How weary one becomes of all the wanting.

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To think it’s more than it is,
Is just more of the same old vanity.

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Now, if you’d been paying attention,
You’d know it weren’t time
For that particular thing to happen.

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You’ll have your feast, my friends, but not today.

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Deep down, we’re all Soul mates.

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Too infinite, really, to be called anything.

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Time can make or break any relationship.

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One twisted soul, two twisted souls,
Three twisted souls, four…
Who knows how many more?

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Gratuitous romance.

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Humility is the art of not thinking
About your many vanities all the time.

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Huff and puff all you please,
This house won’t be
Coming down anytime soon.

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Muggles everywhere.

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Unceasingly amazing
How stupid people can be
About so-called religion.

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Good thing you’re not in charge.

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Life is the creative evolution of the mystery.

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Ah, my fine pretty, the only reason
Your insolence is forgiven so readily
Is the irony of your superficial beauty.
Exhaust that, and you’ll discover
All those suitors really think.

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What we call news is just glorified gossip
With pictures and expert commentary.

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Knock, knock, knocking on the devil’s door.

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If you are insane, it is the world
That made you that way.

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What’s hotter than hot and colder than cold?

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You are the stuff of which godness is made.

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Boredom slows the clock,
Which can be nice as you age.

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It’s that old theory/reality irony again.

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Sometimes you hurt yourself more
By trying to stay in shape
Than you would
If you just took it a little easier.

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Oh boy, another stoplight.

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Emotion is overrated.

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Everything so quickly done.
Nothing you can do except let go,
And keep rolling on till death do you part.

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The concept of hell was created
By the guy who got beat up by the playground bully,
And wanted to exact some sense of revenge.

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Be considerate when possible,
And ruthless when you must.

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Just playing out your piece of eternity.

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Field notes
From a madman
Back from the sun,
Wax wings intact.

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They worship their desire and their fear and their suffering.

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The unspoilable dynamic.

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Rushing from one moment to the next,
They miss all of it.

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Sometimes the most open is the least obvious.

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Is there anyone who doesn’t one day wonder
Of sickness, injury, illness and dying:
How is this happening to me?

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When it comes to the control-nicks,
The trick is to stay beneath the radar.

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Jesus,
2000 years…and counting.

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Amazing how patient delusion makes some people.

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Unlikely any translation
Can ever completely grasp
Any given author’s exact meaning.

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Liver’s a lot cheaper.

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Suffering is a lack of presence
Coupled with denial of process.

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Time melds, time melts

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Do you really care, or do you just pretend to?

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Does the bee attend a dried-up rose?

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It’s more a matter of what you don’t want to do anymore.

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Justifying yourself is one of those Sisyphean tasks.
Chances are no one will ever totally accept you as you are.

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The joy of a true cynic
Is outraging another cynic.

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Pundits like to show off how little they know.

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You believe what you need to believe
In order to function in your world.

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An island in the storm.

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What is there in any word to believe?

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What you’re really looking for is a state of mind.

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So many things you’ll never know.

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All a state of mind.

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Another day and no form to go in the madness.

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If you don’t care, why should anyone else?

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If there was only pleasure,
There would be no pain
To unmask the unmaskable.

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From form to formless
And back again,
Water is so unattached.

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Only in consciousness
Is there pleasure and pain.

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What evidence do you have that it excludes you?

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Life is harsh,
But need we make it harsher?

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Why let emotions dictate your life?

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Not an easy fate.

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Be wary of believing any propaganda.

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Hollywood endings are not reality.

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Living for another
Will always leave one lonely
Sooner or later.

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Life is a disease
To which death is the remedy.

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It’s all about attrition.

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Everyone a linguist in their own fashion.

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Are you anyone’s promise?

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Not so hungry as you used to be, are ya?

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Any given mind is a unique mix of capacity and limitation.

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I am that I Am
You are that I Am
She is that I Am
He is that I Am
It is that I Am
We are that I Am
They are that I Am
There is nothing that is not
That I Am.

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So driven.

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Some days you’re estranged.
Some days you’re involved
Nature of the beast,
Consciousness.

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Language is just the communication between universes.

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Can you really change your mind?

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Is religion really any more than
A tattered security blanket?

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The biggest bother about growing older
Is attending all those funerals.
And you thought weddings were bad.

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Credit banks on a future yet unknown.

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Another imaginary crusade
To save the world from itself.

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Build a field,
And they might come.

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Cars passing, passing, passing.
Passengers watching, watching, watching…
What are we all seeing through the windows of our eyes?

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Surrender the many to the one.

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It’s as infinite inside as it is outside.

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It really doesn’t make sense
That some god would create you,
Then judge you for how you play a game
In which there are no clear rules.

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Plagiarists all.

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What’s the point of decaf coffee
And non-alcoholic beer?

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What evidence of a personal god does anyone have?
Believing something does not make it so.

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Fear of some speculation is a waste of breath.

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Am I supposed to be bothered
By what you think of me?

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Looking for a bigger picture.

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Does it always have to make sense?

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Better you than me.

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To be at peace is a choiceless state of mind.

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So simple that only the most simple can see it.

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What is this thing called time?

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Pretty easy to get along with people
If you play out a reflection they can tolerate.

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If only god would finally give
All these Christians their imaginary heaven.
Now, that would be good news.


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