28 November 2009

Chapter 176 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)

CLXXVI

As soon as you believe
You’ve finally figured it out,
A gust of wind casts it asunder
For the thousandth time that day.

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How fresh, how weary an immortal soul
Encased in mortal flesh and time can be.

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Takes one to know one.

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Another absent-minded moment
Lost to perception.

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If they know how they were being watched,
What would they say and do?
Look to history for your answer, Pilgrim.

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Many doors open the young and innocent,
Many of which they will oft times wish hadn’t.

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Looking for something in which no form can be found.

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Anonymity cannot be found.
That which is given need not be sought,
For it is in the living seen.

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Buddha in a baseball cap.

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They who do not look can never see.

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A rotting carcass not yet a day old.

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Much easier to let stupidity rule.

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Feel fortunate you do not see me,
For I would test your field of vision.

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You might be loved forever
If it were not flesh
About which we were talking.

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You have seen enough shores
To know they count as one.

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Brakes work best when their use in intended in advance.

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Youthful flesh makes fools of all.

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If you had it, would you still want it?

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As any group is held back
By its slowest lollygag,
So is a species.

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It is sheer randomness that creates heaven.

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With dying comes the realization
That it was all a mirage.

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The toll of age comes to all who survive their youth.

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It is in the everyday mundane you will find your Soul.

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It’s been a pretty good container,
Considering what you’ve put it through
To reach this moment in this vast mystery.

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The universe is a masterpiece
Set to any scale you please.

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It’s always a good day to die.

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Armed with paper, pen and mind,
You wander into the arena uncontested.

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Most lose interest in a game
That has no discernable score.

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Looking for a witness
To your self-absorbed glory
Is a lifetime of incessant delusion.

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There will perhaps come a time
When even your own silly game,
You will no longer be able to play.

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Strength is nothing without flexibility,
Dexterity, capacity, wit and endurance.

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To be content; completely, absolutely satisfied
At that last whispered whiff of awareness
Will be life’s greatest challenge.

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It will be into the far distant future
That this wordy shadow shall cross.
Only a few need keep the ember aglow.

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Step back from the windswept crest,
And celebrate what time remains
With a resurgence of sanity
All but lost in history’s
Present unfolding.

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Toying with the future of time.

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The best diet plan is getting lost
In a forest for a week or three.

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Tis an answer only mind’s play will play out.

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To play so far ahead in time
Is to be very much present.

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Every game has its players and watchers.
Which be ye?

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Belief is often a parasitic venture.

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They pay no more attention to your game
Than you do theirs.

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In this mystic’s odyssey,
Commitments have been short,
And the usual mix of bitter and sweet.

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All states of consciousness are relative.
All are temporal parts of the corporate whole
Very much the same at the most essential level.
Any claims to the contrary are delusional.

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Science is always playing catch-up.

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Let each be a prophet unto Self.

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There is no one way to express the One Way.

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Eternity is the lair into which even dragons fear treading.

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As present as the tides of consciousness allow.

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Endless chatter.
No different, really, than the babbling
Of any given brook.

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There is an absolute,
But it is very much prior
To anything consciousness
Can ever even imagine spinning.

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More useless numbers.

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Friends are reflections who like us,
Enemies those too similar to tolerate.

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A pretty large theater this planet offers this passion play.

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You yearn so badly for it to matter,
And that it doesn’t, and never will,
Is the source of incessant pain.

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Thank you, kindly.

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Humanity’s fate is dark beyond the horizon.

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Infinite patience
Is a one-moment-at-a-time
Kind of thing.

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Misguided expectations inevitably
Bring about conflict and suffering.

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Few will ever take care of you
As well as you will yourself.

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You don’t have to tell them what you think.

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I have done it all through you.

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Shopper hell would be without malls, sales and holidays.

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As moths to light,
Humans to consciousness.

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Expectations and disappointment
Have some sort of inverse ratio.

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Shit waiting to happen.

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Lots of nothing special.

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You are delusional like all the rest.

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And what do you think that proves?

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Well intentioned, but misguided.

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Belief is just the speculation
With which you are most comfortable.

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The wayward mystic.

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Try unbecoming.

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Funny what we get used to,
What each calls normal.

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But for imagination, you have never existed.

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A speck of sand,
A drop of water,
A ray of light,
You are.

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Everything short of infinity is limited foolishness.

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The universe is just a larger womb.

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The unwavering solitude
Cannot be offset
By any number of others.

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Despite the fact
That time is illusion,
It’s a rather curious thing
That you can never go back.

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Those psycho-babblers seem to have
A label for everything, don’t they?

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The harder you try, the further away it gets.

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All things to all people.

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Vanity is the pride of consciousness.

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In the end, diddley-squat is its name.

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Where no tourista can go.

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Who came up with the idea to call it progress?
Was it the same guy who defined resources?

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A god based on vanity is no god at all.

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If all you knew was a forest,
Valley, desert, mountain or seaside.
How could you ever imagine anything else?

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A consistent process of discovery and rediscovery.

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Daily, fewer and fewer growing up
With a relationship with nature.

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Do you really know what you are, anymore?

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The ambitious have always drug everyone else in their wake.

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Any given mind is ever juggling
Whatever universe it contains.

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What is Mount Everest to an ant?
What is the universe to a microbe?

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Wake up to your world.

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Feel the sanity of a complete breath.

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You really can’t more than a priori now.
Why would you want to live forever?

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Misunderstood again and again.

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No reason to count the miles
On the highway to nowhere.

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Good god, laugh at yourself a bit more.
You are a joke of sorts, you know.

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Your wealth is beyond words.

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Seize the moment.

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Sure ripe for that lesson, ain’t ya?

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The answer is that there is really
No question that needs and answer.

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Ignorance is always making claims
That inquiry cannot sustain.

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A timely death.

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Infinitely tall, infinitely small.

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A dream some call life.

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Only a fool teases a hornet’s nest.

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Sometimes it’s doing that counts.
Sometimes being’s just enough.

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Depends which version of history
To which you subscribe.

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Whenever hope enters the picture,
There probably isn’t much.

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Wisdom is much less interesting than a good erection.
That’s why it’s usually the domain of the old and wizened.

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All too often life consists of shuffling things back and forth.

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Plain and simple, time travel is not possible
Because there’s really no such thing as time.

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We battle over instinctual tribal patterns
Born of imagination’s beginnings.

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If godness is in your heart,
As so many scriptures assert,
Then what does that make you?


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