Chapter 179 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)

CLXXIX

Beware the psychic vampires.
They come in every form imaginable,
And speak whatever tongue suits their purpose.
They will suck dry the lifeblood of any soul freely offered.

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Follow your own heart, your own mind.
They will know all that needs be known.

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If you cannot find happiness in this world,
Perhaps you no longer need its ultimate lesson.

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It is a mad god who speaks within.

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So many longing to have children,
But with so little awareness or concern
About the suffering their fates will wander
In the tarnished world we leave them.

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Why jot down all these vain thoughts?
Because it is amusing to play out
The stream of consciousness in this fashion.
Because this is the outcome of this life’s fleeting sojourn.
And because it seems that others need to be assured there is no other
Without saddling them down with more absurd delusions.
No denying that it’s probably a useless effort,
But what fate is truly accomplished
Without at least a little irony?

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Do you spend you life wondering if Big Brother or some other
Is watching you thinking about you, plotting against you?
Or do you just live unconcerned amid the madness?

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To understand your fear,
Discern the desire that has created it.

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What an incredibly deluded notion
To believe you can be saved.
Saved for what?

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We are all imperfectly perfect.

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Not happy ever after,
Happy every now.

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It is impossible to finish as you started.

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The drop hits upon your head,
And ripples across your universe.

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What’s your take on the myth of Jesus?

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It’s all in your head,
But won’t be much longer.

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Funny how prices increase,
But candy bars grow smaller.

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You may not be indifferent,
But to expect the universe gives a squat
Flies in the face of simple, attentive, honest observation.

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There ain’t no forever-after,
Just forever-now.

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One man’s pleasure
For another is only torture.

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Go beyond cause and effect.

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Leftovers for a meal yet to come.

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All creation has come to this point in you.
Was it worth it?

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A moment unattended
Is akin to carelessly throwing away
A glass of priceless wine.

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You are not required to say yes to any given pleasure.

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All the “should-be’s” of this world, or any other, mean squat.
Whatever it is, it is, and no amount of “should” will change it.

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What you perceive so important this day
Will be but the dimmest memory
In some far-off morrow.

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Without a body, where would you be?

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An expanding mind sees problems
Quickly, clearly, concisely, and decisively,
While the mind caught in the limitations of time
Only exacerbates the problem into an ongoing infection.

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Pride must suffer the fate of any overdone balloon.

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Ever notice how the guy carrying the flag seems to get shot?

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Many spend a great deal of time crippling themselves further.

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Hopes are much more likely to come to fruition
When great intention and effort are involved.

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Talk about god until everything and everyone is.

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What tribe or religion do you need
Once you are a true human being?

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People cling to reality as if it really is.

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Discern your own law,
And right action will blossom.

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The challenge with any life is to accept it gracefully.

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When this masked, costumed identity
One day slides away, as it inevitably must,
Would you wish to don a new, improved one?
Would you seek another manifest existence,
Another illusory play in time and space,
Another journey from c rib to grave,
Another temporal experiencing
Born of the kaleidoscope of light?

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Can you live just one life?

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Fulfill the calling that comes from within, naturally.

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Many kill an insect for much less cause
Than fellow humans who commit
Much more heinous crimes.

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So many despotic parasites
Manipulating the great teachings
To their own self-absorbed,
Often malignant ends.

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Freedom will not be discerned through any
Time-bound symbol conceived by the mind.

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You wish to know humanity’s future?
Batten down the hatches, baby.
The storm is coming.

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At the root of the “amness”
Is the genesis of all creation.

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What if Jesus has already came back,
Snatched away the righteous,
And for some reason,
Didn’t take you?

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Resolution to the unfolding human predicament
Will likely not be the outcome of voluntary choices.
Solutions of such magnitude are not easily discerned,
And require a great deal of discipline and austerity.

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What has this garden planet become
But one very large insane asylum.

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The dawn of time began with an egoless birth,
And will conclude at your vain death,
Be it conscious or physical.

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The devils of this world or any other
Are merely souls twisted by the play of time
As they have been voluntarily forced to experience it.

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The mind avoids seeing the abyss by habitually tethering to imagined concepts.
The innumerable permutations they take generate the human dance,
An endless collection of fabricated, contrary notions.

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Only the impoverished require the light of another.

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That which is pointed to
Is the death of time,
The rebirth of eternity.

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So many waiting for some savior
To rescue them from all their confusion.
As if paradise would ever need, want or allow
All the vanity and gold born of the hell
To which they frantically cling.

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Why create a world you would not wish to inhabit?

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Is there anything more tedious
Than those who espouse a dogma,
Without having ever examined anything
Outside their original, limited conditioning?

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So many probably believe their dream the norm.
Few see the insanity of their perspective clearly.

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It’s all your craving that keeps you moving.

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Mirrors, mirrors, on all the walls.

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Humanity blows its horn incessantly,
But all the pride and arrogance only falls upon
The deaf ear of an indifferent universe.

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Wealth is relative.
The less you need or want,
The richer you are.

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The same new is ever was,
And ever will be.

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Absolutely pointless.

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Life is an opportunity for light to shine.

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We are all alone
No matter how much time
We spend together.

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Nothing is given.
Nothing is expected in return.

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Not even an iota of separation can there ever be.

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That most ancient of truths will ever be.

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Those who are bound to history
Will ever battle with an ancient club.
The only remedy is to forget everything.

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This today, that tomorrow.
Happiness is as elusive as a rainbow.

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Step outside yourself even just once,
And you will never be the same.

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Rest assured something will happen
Whether or not you’re involved.

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Critics are professional whiners.

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Do you really believe there’s going to be a next time
That offers any less contention than right now?

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Hardy-har-har, the joke’s on you.

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To consider love a romantic thing
Is akin to believing a shark warm and fuzzy.

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Enlightenment is like a joke or riddle.
If you cannot see it, you cannot see it.

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Sounds good, theoretically.

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The conditioning of limited thinking
Creates a lifetime of imprisonment.

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Living upon the fat; decrying it all the while.
A hypocrite if ever there was one.

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So many ways we find to survive.

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For curiosity’s sake, the busy mind roams.

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Even though you’ve passed by
Perhaps a thousand times before,
A re-born mind sees it all anew.

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So many memories
Growing dimmer and dimmer
With each day’s passing.

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You know something just happened here,
But what?

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Do you really believe you own anything?

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Must have been some other lifetime.

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It seemed so much bigger then.

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Fresh flesh, firm and supple.

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Nothing new?
Begin again.

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Funny how even just a few moments
Of history consume some people.

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Just once more before you die.

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Fantasy is free and available anytime.

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Life is really only a relatively brief meditation
To whatever degree one is capable and willing.

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This world was designed for those who believe.

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Carve your name in rock, wood or paper,
It will all erase in time.

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Passion is an imaginary quandary.

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There is very little
That hasn’t been done before.
Technology just plays out new permutations
Upon humanity’s essential nature.

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All new, and nothing new, at the same time.

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Feeling very nappish.
Just need to find a place to rest the head.
Any piece of ground will do.

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Forever paradoxical.

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Any word, any concept
Will only have the meaning
That you alone give it.

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When were you ever not,
And how would you know?

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Traveling through life,
You’ve wanted so much so often,
And yet, what have you ever really held onto?

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You are the witness,
Untainted, unknown.

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Life is so much more tolerable,
When you’re well-fed, rested and healthy,
When the juices are running full-throttle, and uninhibited
By the many miseries to which this world is wed.


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