14 March 2013

Chapter 161 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


CLXI

What real difference
Between cause and effect?
They are but concepts generated
By the subjective nature of perception.

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Where would imagination be without chemistry?

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By the end of your days, you will probably wish
You had treated your body a bit more gently.

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If we only knew of time to come,
Would we rush so to get there?

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The issue is not whether humanity will get it together.
The issue is, will you?

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You are number one in a reality
That would never bother counting.

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Spend some, save some.
Enjoy the spring day,
But prepare for winter,
For it will one day come.

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All language, linguistic, mathematical or any other,
Are the conceptual conscripts of time’s delusional patter.

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Just another fool dying for his vanity.

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Lifesurfer

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The mystery is like a holograph picture.
You can’t see it until you look at it differently.

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Wisdom pays many tolls.

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The current of destiny is too hard to resist.

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A future with which you will not have to contend.

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Years ago you couldn’t have understood.

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Aren’t we, each and all,
A bit like everyone and everything?

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Discover a place, a person, a situation
In which you are not comfortable,
Stretch

And observe that expanse
In which no difference
Can be known.

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You are the eternal watchingness.

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The second hand is quite still
But for the mind pushing it along.

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No matter how high it is launched,
The individual drop inevitably
Returns to its source.

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Discern every pocket of resistance until all dissolve.

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All minds are wired differently,
Which makes all judgment
Foolishly meaningless.

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No thing equals its name.

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So many others working so hard to manipulate
Your desire and fear to their own vain ends.

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Time exists only because a swirl of dust
Was the perfect distance and angle
From a source of radiation.

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Though you have witnessed so much,
The real you remains forever untouched.

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The body and mind we christen as human
Has evolved through a variety of stages
To reach this point in consciousness.
Many reside in the primal arenas,
But seers strive to connect all
In the journey into eternal union.
The most recent evolution is the key
To discerning beyond the predatory origin.

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You strive so hard to transcend,
Only to finally realize
There is nothing to transcend.

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The wave rushes in with the ocean’s might
Succumbing to the shore’s resistance,
Retreating for its inevitable return.
It is the ebb and flow of all existence.
Timeless in time, it is the illusory theater
Of creation, preservation and destruction.

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There are many ways
To live and die
In the choiceless realm.

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The challenge is to wash away the past as it happens,
To be in the nowness with a sense of freshness
Untainted by the me, myself and I.

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Pity the critics for all their inabilities.

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You can spend your life resisting your fate,
Or surrender to it without concern or doubt.
All process converge in the rainbow of oblivion.

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There is a great impartiality about the ocean.
The shark is unconcerned with your sex,
Or color or religion or wealth or status.
Its only interest is whether you are edible.

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In the same way you cannot discern the ocean
But for the reflection of light upon its surface,
You cannot penetrate the ultimate nature
But for the refection of consciousness.

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The elixir of truth can never know its sweetness
But through the beingness of manifestation.

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Those who embrace the way for personal gain
Miss the point and are lost to the desolation of vanity.

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You are the creator of heaven and hell.
You are the source of bliss and despair.

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You are your Soul.

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These thoughts are concise with pointed intent
Which few will ever fully comprehend
Even with the greatest effort.

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What male and femaile
Must endure to abide each other
Is the divining essence of the human drama.

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Sex is free,
But imbibing will cost you.

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As long as you are distracted by the senses
And the passion they weave in imagination,
You will not discern fully your ultimate nature.

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There is no other,
But the attributes of personal nature
So readily contort in the refraction of consciousness.

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The burdens you carry are your conscious choice.

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Desire and its shadow, fear, catch your breath.

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The bubbles of consciousness wander an infinity of illusions,
Never aware of the totality in which they timelessly effervesce.

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But for desire, you would not exist.

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How can it ever be conveyed
In the inadequacy of words,
This mystery which is seen
And so aimlessly wandered.

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So much
Of what is called art
Is about as attractive and meaningful
As a three-day old toilet

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Beauty is best shaken, not stirred.

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Time is like a rainbow’s shadow.

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Women are best when the longing is from a distance.

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You cannot snare that which is nothing.

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Oral histories about this scribe
Would not inspire any sense of sainthood.
Angel to some, demon to many more.
Well-traveled in a full medley
Of heavens and hells.

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Domestication lays waste to a man’s potential.

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If you are afraid to make mistakes,
The greatest lessons will never grace you.

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What an infinite, murky pit, desire.

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History assures what will happen tomorrow.

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Desire binds you in time.
It’s all discretionary.

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This moment has ever been as eternal as every other.

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We are all hedonists
In one manner or another.
Even the so-called spiritual quest
Is a passion conceived in self-absorption.

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You can’t fool your Self.

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Learn to wander heaven or hell unscathed.

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Dust is as dust does.

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As long as you are cloaked in a body,
You will likely be bound to the forgetfulness
Assured by the senses and mind.

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Truth can only be revealed through analogies,
Parables, ironies, metaphors, riddles and other linguistic foils.
Insight comes only through the liberation of concepts
Intent upon reflecting the deeper stillness
Prior to the hubbub of time.

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Time is a vampire to beauty.

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Agape love will consume you.

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So many contortions and compromises
It takes to survive this jungle of existence.

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You swirl through a moment
And wonder after its passing
If you ever even existed.
Time is like that.

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That which you truly are
Neither wants nor needs anything.

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This moment of contentment
Is brought to you by your Self.

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From nothing, everything.

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A gigolo through and through,
You want them all.

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Discretion is the better part of endurance.

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Wherever you may wander,
The mystery plays out its relentless theatre,
And you, the anonymous witness.

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Wherever you may wander,
The mystery plays out its relentless dream,
And you, the anonymous dreamer,
Witness it very much alone
In your very own way.

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The quest for knowledge has become
An irrational, monstrous Frankenstein.

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The view is imagination,
As is its dissolution.

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So much perfection.

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The moment can never be grasped.
It is the dust of a windy universe.

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The dreams between worm’s meat.

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All the places, all the faces,
What will it be like
When it ends?
No one really knows.

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Nowadays are no different
Than yesterdays or tomorrows.

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One ending is as good as another.

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If you learn its language,
Any black box
Will yield its secrets.

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Manifestation
Will every travel
Data field spectrums
Via statistical deviations.

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Flush you limited thinking
Like you would a toilet.

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This manifest realm functions
On a very tenuous precipice.

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Despite the havoc and confusion,
Still they selfishly breed, unconcerned
With the bitter fates of generations to come.

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Koyaanasqatsi

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Desire is a Hydra.

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You pass through time,
And it through you.

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Whatever you are, it is.
Whatever it is, you are.

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Regurgitating is not knowing.
Following is not divining.

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Black boxes are the sure outcomes of ignorance
Refusing to examine the infinity beyond limitations.

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Feel the weight of the pride-filled arrogance
And the synergy of our kind, its inertia,
And where it must eventually lead.
For any sanity to be recovered
Is a long and winding road.

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Never stop with literal answers
When pondering stories and analogies
Radiated from the minds of mystics
Drenched in irony and paradox.

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What is done again and again
For the sake of “cuteness”
Is too absurd for words.

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Your universe reigns supreme
No matter the mountain or gutter.

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How can anyone who is at all intelligent
Not spend as much of their time as possible
In wonder over the mystery of their existence?


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The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
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