28 November 2009

Chapter 173 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)

CLXXIII

These moments of peace are brought to you by your Self.

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Tell people what they want to hear,
And they’ll usually like you.
Political expediency,
If you will.

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Without doubt,
There would be no philosophy.

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Were you born stupid,
Or are you just working yourself that direction.

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Strange how fear can dominate our lives.

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No soul can be bought or sold.
You can pretend to be bought or sold,
But it’s only pretend, because you can’t trade
What isn’t yours to own.

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It’s your piece of the pie
To do with what you will.

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Ah, something else you will never know.

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Another beautiful woman…
Ho-hum.

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There is no touching now with the mind.
One only passes through a dream.

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Some things are just more bother than they’re worth.

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An interesting illusion, self image.

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Interesting how any given history changes over time.

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It was a non-committal, political face.

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Go up a few hundred feet,
And a human being won’t come across
Much bigger than an insect.
It’s all relative.

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Sometimes it’s far more lonely in a crowd.

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Nowing now to now.

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Got lots of nothing to say.

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Temples of vanity everywhere.

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And they just keep on getting fatter.

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He’s back,
And you’ve got it all wrong.

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Your face and body
Are the reflection of your soul.

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She thinks she’s worth diamonds,
But is she really even worth a dime?

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Amazing how far a step at a time will get you.

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Seventy years of life equals
840 months, 3,640 weeks, 25,550 days,
613,200 hours, 36,792,000 minutes,
22,07,520,000 minutes, and
Who knows how many moments.

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You toy with history as if it matters.

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Money is really only a little time and toil.

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It’s all just the play of a dream.

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Might be a good idea to leave a few stones unturned
So that down the road you have something new to taste.

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Even the most perfect memory
Cannot recapture one single moment,
Nor can any given perception ever outlast time.

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Only nothing is eternal.

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Ever notice how when someone
Wants something so very, very badly,
The desire to give it to them tends to shrivel.

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Or is it just you?

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In the actuality of daily living, there is nothing but choice.
But the essence from which all life, all form is born
Does not embrace any choice whatsoever.

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Ultimate truth is not about the persuasion
Of choice-filled, time-bound propagandas.

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When you’re young, all you see is youth.
As you age, the range and variety
Seems to expand daily.

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Morality is a personal issue,
But why ruin someone else’s life
For a few moments of gratification?

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If chickens had fur, and were a bit cuter,
We probably wouldn’t eat them, either.

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Divine madness doth reign
In a mind that hath no bounds.

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Is it a matter of following,
Or of mirroring the reflection within?

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It takes a lot of pain to be detached.

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Why be in such a rush?
You’ll be passing through that now soon enough.

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What is more important: To know god,
Or to know you are that which is godness?

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Wet ain’t so bad, as long as you stay dry,

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Once you’ve seen beyond experience,
All experiencing becomes relative.

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That’s about as fast as that needs to happen.

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In the eternal sense, one now is as good as another.

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There’s usually room for one more.

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Why not you?

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Should be okay as long as nobody does anything stupid.

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Once upon a time,
The future seemed so far away.
Now it’s here, and that, too,
Is slipping so quickly
Into another day.

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Wasn’t so long ago that things were so different.
The pace is quickening so quickly now.
A roller coaster out of control.

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You used to be so fearless.
What happened?

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It’s a total thing.
No partials allowed.

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How do you enlighten
The people who are exclusive
That it’s all-inclusive?

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Who can hear what cannot be said?

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Let the cosmos decide the fate of our time.

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There’s always somewhere else you’d rather be,
But even there, here you are now.

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The first and most precious gift
You have ever received
Was a breath.
But nothing lasts forever,
And someday death will take it back.
Your physical body’s last act, conscious or not,
Will be a long, full exhale into oblivion.

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Judgment is just another twisted form of desire.

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Ever wonder if you’ll live to regret it?

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Have you ever looked around
And wondered at how truly grotesque
So many human beings are?
The flesh that was once so firm and supple
Eventually bloats, sags, and discolors to such appalling ends.
Only the mind’s capacity for delusion makes it tolerable to abide for any duration.

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Despite what the newspaper said,
They probably didn’t perish instantly.
In fact, they likely suffered intolerable pain
Much longer than you’d care to know.

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There’s really no glory in anything
Except your imagination.

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Amazing how freeing it is
When what any other thinks of you
Is no longer of any concern.

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Relax, it’s only time.

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Like being up on top of a mountain, totally alone.

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You never know when your last moment will be,
So enjoy each and every one possible
In whatever way you will.

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At least you’re still moving.

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Even the tortoise eventually gets to the finish line.

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That guy has got a serious issue
With the size of his penis.

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Gossip is a world-wide phenomenon.
A certain amount of it will be about you.
Get over it.

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It’s not like you’re the only one who sees it, you know.

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Sometimes the obvious
Just isn’t warm and fuzzy enough
For those seeking comfort.

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Sorry, but your delusion just isn’t all that interesting.

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Fill it however you please,
Your entire life is a brief window
Into the misty fog of time and space.

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If you’re into measurement, have I got a world for you.

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You don’t have to keep processing this, you know.

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Survived another little journey in time, eh?

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Amazing what the will to survive will endure.

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Don’t let time intimidate you.

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As you get older,
You realize so many things,
Once so important,
Aren’t at all.

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Eternity is a longer time than long can be.

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The way things ought to be
Ain’t the way they are.

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If god is what so many think,
Then he is as finite as you.

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The reality is you are only a breath from death,
Therefore, if you must identify with something,
A breath is much more vital than any thought.

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A marketing swirl.

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You don’t have to keep processing this, you know.

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Amazing what the will to survive will endure.

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There are some people you would be sorry to kill.

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Lost your humor again, I see.

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You aren’t the first, and won’t be the last.
You are the first, you are the last.

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Here and now is the here now your mind allows.

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A neurological dream.

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We’re all strangers.

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There is no shortage of vanity in this world.

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Death’s easy.
It’s life that’s the bitch.

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Whatever dream you play out
In any scenario of this vast light show
Are all imagined realities untouched by reality.

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Why? Because it seems to be amusing
To play an endless game of hide and seek,
To lose and discover your Self again and again
In the infinite maze of eternity timing and spacing.

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The only way to get past all delusion
Is to reside Soully in the stillness of absoluteness.
Not an easy thing for any to want to do.
Maya smiles at the challenge.

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The wages of our separation
Are collected in so many ways.

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When you close your eyes, shut off the senses,
Where is the world but in your imagination?

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Grief over one loss or another
Is an act of selective self-absorption.
All forms succumb to the changing nature.
None are immune, and that for which one grieves
Is but a projection, a denial offering no tonic but delusion.

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In any well-intentioned deed,
There will be the seed of mayhem.
In any so-called iniquity there will reside
A purity few will ever comprehend.

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You will know as much at the end
As you did in the beginning.

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Rushing inattentively through space-time,
You so often miss the unfolding now,
The play of light and shadow
As it mysteriously unfolds
Without any concern or doubt.
Would that you were so care free.

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If you are in a muddled morass,
There is no use blaming all the others.
You must get your Self out,
Or perish trying.

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To be vulnerable, open, receptive,
The walls of resistance must dissolve.
To see those is the death of identification,
The ending of sorrow and confusion.


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