CLIX
To be reborn is to see your
Self in all things.
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Did Jesus die for your sins,
Or of them?
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The world does not need
More martyrs and vain
followers.
What it needs is for
everyone
To wake up to its reality.
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Good joke.
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Love your Self,
And perhaps, only perhaps,
It will somehow contaminate
a few others.
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Without the journey of time
and space,
There could be no waking to
the mystery.
From ignorance to knowledge,
All manifestation created
For the witness
To witness
Its sovereign origin.
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The beingness
Neither needs nor wants anything.
The mind is insatiable.
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Until the binds of consciousness loosen enough
To discern nothing is truly real but realness its
Self,
Each must face and pay a price for the desire
The mind and senses endlessly weave.
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Simplicity says so much more
Than anything complex ever will.
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The ignorance that duality exists
Is all that separates any from eternal union.
It is the dividing gap between godness
And the fallen angels of hell.
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We violate the future with our chemical madness.
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All empires are built upon desire and fear.
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Before the fruit of knowledge ripened,
The many creatures of the garden
Knew only the aloneness inherent in all
diversity.
Only the advent of knowing created the pain of
inward separation.
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Potlatch or latch the pot.
Which will it be?
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How much does the other rule your life?
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Moments of glory
Are few and far between,
And practically meaningless to most.
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Hell is the same stale joke.
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Awaiting the executioner.
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Whistle while you work if you can.
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To call it anything…Why?
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You can know too much
And still not enough.
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Can’t cheat on this test.
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Saving it all for what?
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Humanity is nature with irrational twist.
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Anything’s possible to ignorance.
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Allow infinity to course through you.
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The attrition of time.
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Give it up, dude.
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The Romans might well be amazed
How far narcissistic hedonism has come.
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It was nothing in the beginning.
It was nothing in the middle.
And it will be nothing in the end.
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You cannot follow where this leads you.
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You are the center of this portion of infinity.
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Class is not your forte.
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All this striving to nothing leads.
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Why is it necessary to believe or not believe in
anything?
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As if it matters.
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So many masks coming and going.
So many dramas playing.
Inconceivable.
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Fame has such a hollow ring once you have it.
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The times are way too interesting.
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What a ridiculous thing
To be made responsible
For another’s happiness.
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Leering as usual, mein herr?
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Love is a four-letter distraction.
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One day it ends just as suddenly as it all began.
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Reflections for ten thousand years hence.
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Bliss and joy cannot be recognized
Any more than anger or melancholy.
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Pass it along.
No use hoarding.
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No copyrights for wisdom.
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Take the long view and you will see all the
parts.
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Pipe dreams don’t get you off the couch.
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Mosh pits are for the free-feelers.
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Must have been thinking of someone else.
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Thank god for the backspace key.
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Who would have thought up you
If you hadn’t come along?
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Are you feeling AOK, BOK, COK, DOK, or FOK?
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You’re a nice fantasy, but that’s enough, thanks.
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Just warm from the kill.
No bib.
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Once again, you are reminded
How frail the body is.
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An endless masquerade ball
Created by attachment to genitalia
And assorted physical attributes
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Watching, watching, always watching.
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Let Jesus go save himself.
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You are your world; I am mine.
We meet in the mists of dreamtime.
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How can anyone really believe some god
Is at all concerned about any form’s permanence
When all are assured destruction by their very
creation.
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Every body a teeming mass of life forms.
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Someday that smooth, firm, enticing tummy
Will likely be marred by horrifying stretch
marks.
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Too scary for words.
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Desire is a hydra.
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You worry about the world so much,
When it is really your Self
You must mend.
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Observe at all the wanting,
And you will see the source of all turmoil.
When all the craving subsides into stillness and
silence.
You will discern the peace you quest.
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You must also get beyond not wanting to want.
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Tricky, this irony.
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It really isn’t work.
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If you’ve experienced something once,
Its essence is with you for as long
As there’s memory to access.
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Trophies everywhere.
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The joke’s on you.
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The haze of youth is so quickly gone.
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Inner torment is the gap
Between delusion and clarity.
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Faith rarely comes without a blindfold.
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Funny how most aphorisms
Tend to be quickly forgotten.
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Twisted enough to be kind.
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As real as any moment allows.
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A conscious breath dispels the universe.
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Don’t be bothered with insignificant details.
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For the universe to move,
First the mind must imagine it.
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The public has a right to know, you know.
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A buddha with a cantankerous belly laugh.
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What’ the rush?
You’ll be there before you know it.
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Why pay when you can imagine for nothing?
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If one idiot is a dufus, are two or more dufi?
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Women are as endlessly absorbed
By their hair, breasts and nails
As any male of the species.
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But what does another really have
That would make you truly happy?
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Where do you live now?
Lost in time and space you are.
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So many ways we find
To compensate for our limitations.
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So challenging to keep up with another’s
cravings.
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What makes you think god wants anything from you?
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Joy isn’t something you seek.
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It’s still a jungle, but one founded
Upon the insatiable desire of consciousness.
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Corporate imagery is woven
Into every aspect of our time.
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Oooh boy, that’s all you need.
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Waiting for nothing, no one, no how.
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Scary as it may be,
You’re normal for you.
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Another day passing as quickly,
As the all seem to anymore.
(Sigh)
Would that it could be permanent.
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Sooner or later, someone will volunteer
For even the most unlikely thing
Anyone could imagine.
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The mind is the maker of space-time,
And space-time the molder of the mind.
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It’s all so distant but for your attachment.
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The issue with chemistry
Is not what something does in isolation,
But what it does synergistically
When inadvertently
Combined with others.
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Those who play win-lose always lose eventually.
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There went that form.
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When Ghengis Khan comes into your valley,
You’d better be ready to run, submit, fight or
die.
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Funny how so many things
That were once so important
No longer even get noticed.
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Forever is a lot of time.
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Give it every name imagination can vent,
Every cause, purpose, value or philosophy,
It is still nothing.
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You cannot prove it to anybody.
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Let your mind unfurl in the sail of time.
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The judgmental eye measures all against its own
limitation.
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Sure, I know you must dine,
But not, por favor, on my vein.
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How many ways have you tortured that poor little
body?
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Why would they bother with truth?
Their delusion is far too strong.
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Existence cannot give what it does not have to
give.
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You will remain deluded for as long as you
choose.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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