28 November 2009

Chapter 177 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)

CLXXVII

You are a brief expression of godness.
Nothing more and nothing less.
And so is everything else.
Despite all claims to the contrary,
It is all quite equal in the way most divine.

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Inside jokes can be tough on the outsiders.

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Nature’s vendetta yawns and stretches for a new day.

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All you know are the countless concoctions of consciousness,
As real as the shimmering moonlight reflecting upon the ocean surface.

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You will never discern your true nature
If you cannot step outside yourself.

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Your body is a receiver designed
To play out a contextual software.
How you process it is up to you.

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Wake up to how asleep you truly are.

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What are you but Soul in a body bag?

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No face captures you for long.

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I Am is with you always.

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What you truly are is quite senseless.

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The reason you believe a messiah will return to save you
Is because what was taught the first time was not understood.
And because so many since have manipulated the words
To such a blatantly, pathetically absurd degree.

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If you are honest with your Self,
You will admit how little you know.

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Anyone who thinks they are Christ, Buddha or any of the others
Is caught up in an identity crisis of delusional proportion.

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Try not to torture yourself so for being
Forced to play out pretending
You are a human being.
It is really only
A temporary affliction.
The trick is to make the best
Of whatever fate you’ve been funded.

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A god by any other name is exactly the same.

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Ideals are the stomping ground of ignorance and delusion.

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Cities are like anthills teeming
With every insanity imaginable.

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Political correctness has no place in the quest for truth.

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You’re only good for now.

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Consciousness is mental disturbance.

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It is what is no matter what anyone anywhere believes.

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The mystery of how
The inanimate became animate
Flows in your veins.

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Destiny is a rainbow of possibilities brought to light.

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You’ve a life work yet to complete.
What is it?

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New silliness always dribbling out
In the odd moments of the wandering.

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All the faces are running together like drops in a stream.

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Aphorisms are mindful increments.

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Give an animal an ego
And it will call itself
A human being.

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The artful politician is just someone
With a great capacity for bullshit.

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Life is often not what you would prefer it to be.
How you meet the gap between reality and your ideals
Is the measure of your capacity for suffering.

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As you surrender yourself over to it,
As the block regains its uncarved origin,
You will likely become more and more vague
About the identification and purpose
Of which others seem so sure.

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Ann Landers, Miss Manners, and Abigale Van Buren
Can take a flying leap off a tall cliff.
Be untamable.

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Those who see do not necessarily live easier lives.

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Who is it who resists?

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Those who think they are so necessary
Often are not, and perhaps even only
Burden others with their presence.

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When it finally takes you over,
There really won’t be much choice.

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Yours is the only world you can really impact

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For humanity to believe itself superior
To the eternal patterning is a road to extinction.
We weave ourselves out of the weaving
Into a corner of our own making.

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Imagine heaven, imagine hell.
Can there be a real difference?

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Either you see what you truly are,
Or you do not.
What middle ground can there be?

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Personal characteristics
Are merely temporal outcomes
Of any given chemical permutation.

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Amazing what some find attractive.

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But for the many thoughts you give it,
There would be no universe,
No world, no theater
For vanity’s incessant drama.

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You need not justify your existence
To any of the voices within.
They have no real say
Regarding your eternal nature.

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What to do with your creation is an unfolding question
Answered with each moment’s choiceless passing

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When you can see everything and nothing,
You will be it.

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Let the world go when it no longer concerns you.

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Play the fool, play the sage.
Two sides of the same coin.

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To see it absolutely is your end.

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Those who walk between heaven and earth
Are very awake and sleep very soundly.

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What a distraction knowledge is.
Beneath its unremitting movement
Is such an ocean of timeless stillness.

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Do you really think the voice within
Is really any different than anyone else’s?

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That Self which perceives all, knows all, is all,
That you in the most mysterious sense;
How incomprehensible it truly is.
No mind will ever fathom
Its infinite reaches.

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Your endless quest for hedonistic excess
May pursue you with a terrible vengeance.

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When the personal mind
Ceases to exist in the known,
A deep serenity is all that remains.

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What passionate emotions desire manifests.

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Our ability to communicate,
To share our visions with each other,
Has turned out to be both a blessing and a curse.
We have achieved an amazing ability to manipulate our world,
Yet increasingly stagger in an exponential quagmire
To which the inevitable conclusion may be
Complete and utter destruction.

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Some might call it insanity.
Others a broad frame of reference.

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How many ominous ways
Destruction is gathering forces
On the swiftly approaching horizon.
How many, how few are capable of seeing
The bitter harvest of the seeds we have sown.
Such depressing words are not easily heard by most
But to leave them unspoken only allows delusion
To continue its irrational rampage unchallenged.

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Will we be intelligent enough to survive ourselves?

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The conversational ability of a gnat.

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Infinite permutations of insanity.

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Death is the happy medium.

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The nexus Muad’Dib.

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We cannot spawn ten billion human beings
And expect this planet to remain hospitable.

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What it was, it no longer is.
What is will ever be.
What it will be
Will be
For as long
As forever can be.

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They harangue their sheep
With the same inane babble
Over and over and over…

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A government that does not act
On behalf of the world at large
Is no government worth supporting.

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How can anyone possibly believe
That the totality would ever be bound
By any set of scriptures, any set of symbols,
Any cultural mindset, any racial or sexual preference,
Any mode of dress, behavior, geography, or dogmatic assertion.
Never believe godness bound by any mortal limitation.

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Flags are just colorful pieces of cloth
Given more weight than they deserve.

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Contentment is a now thing.

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Does love require an object on which to focus?

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Is any experience really anything more than imagination?

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What generation has not reacted to the circumstances
Created by parents, relatives and other ancestry?

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The more you think you have,
The more you think you might lose.

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You are really just a breath.

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It is because it is.

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You need not feel guilt or sorrow
Over having been born a human being.
It is both a privilege and a nuisance,
Perhaps the greatest challenge
This remarkable little stage offers.

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Our blindness to the fact that godness
Is within everything and everyone
Weaves certain destruction.

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To not see this, to insist upon separation,
Is to bear false witness to the mystery within
And the divine essence inherent in all without.

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Look down at your body
And realize you have never once
Really seen the face from which you peer,
And that you never will.

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What you think is never real for long.

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Humility is not the false arrogance so many practice.
It is a quiet understanding of one’s equal standing
With every form ever concocted in any realm
Of this divine mirage of heaven and hell.

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It’s all spontaneous word association.

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The intention herein is to undo the grasp
History has upon consciousness.
To free the mind so that it may deal directly
With the immediate day-to-day eternally unfolding now.

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Funny how kings need jesters
More than jesters need kings.

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The garden earth
Has beheld many forms.
You are just one of countless faces
Playing your universe for but a short awhile.

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Occasionally take pause
In the day-to-day
To recall how one it is.

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So many things the young do
That they will never dare again
In the many years to come.

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How far will we take this insanity?
How far will we be allowed to take it?

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You will be home
When your only ambition
Is to live a senseless existence.

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Pain and suffering only sharpen the ironic wit.

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Numb’s the word.

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When you can say one thing one moment,
And mean something completely opposite in another,
You are either irrational or free (as if they are all that different).

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Does it being impossible make anything possible?

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So many doors in this imaginary theater,
Creation, preservation and destruction in each.
Which to choose, which to choose?
All, none or one?

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What is done is done.
Bury it; put it behind you.
Do not let time bind your mind.

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No matter how good your intentions,
There will inevitably be a critic
Declaring how s/he could do it better.

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Until the politicians decide to lead
Or the masses decide to insist upon leadership,
The course humanity is taking is ridden with icebergs,
And the dark waters are very, very cold.


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