13 March 2013

Chapter 162 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


CLXII

Adulthood is the price one must pay for childhood.

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If you must conspire,
Conspire to create community,
Not fragment it further.

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Like a leaking faucet,
These thoughts splatter
Into the sink of consciousness.

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Hot but never hot.
Cold but never cold.
This is the irony of the mystery.

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Herein you will find an utter disregard
Toward all schools of spiritual thought.
A wholesale purging, an anarchistic vista
Toward all frames and boundaries born of time.

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After all you’ve endured,
What would be so difficult
About squeezing a .38 trigger
Or pulling a bag over your head?

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The driven drive so many others
To such meaningless ends.

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This is written for those times
When a person’s word can be counted on
Without threats of litigation or other forms of extortion.
When honor and fairness are more than ideals.

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Desire-filled frenzy is for those distracted in spirit.

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The wall is approaching quickly
And the juggernaut brakes for none.

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To be truly content, all desire must dissolve
Into the vast nothingness from which it originates.
In the total completeness that comes from eternal union,
The heart and mind blend in the ebb and flow of a simple breath.

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Few visionaries are recognized by the masses in their own day.

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When you truly find your own voice,
What need will you have for any other?

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Humanity has the opportunity
To see clearly the narrow, finite niche
In which it temporarily resides.

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To think that this entire universe
Was created so that you and every other lifeform
Would play out existence together for a few brief moments in time.

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If you understood what the antichrist represents,
You would welcome its presence with open arms.

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Distinctions between subtle and gross spirituality
Are just more division born of limited thinking.

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You enjoy giving into your endless stream of desires,
Otherwise you wouldn’t be touring Oz all the time.

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How many ways it can be told.

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All life must find some competitive capacity to survive this world.
That can, of course, include a cooperative paradigm.

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It is the nature of all life
To find reflections
Which can be abided.

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Very simple put
Matter-of-factly said
No brag, just factoid
Thou art godness
And beyond.

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What a confused set of dreams.
And so many more yet to come.

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Yeesch.

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You will when you will.

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When you get to the sun, don’t melt.

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Wisdom is the sum of all experience.

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Flank when it’s least expected and most discomforting.

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How subtle the inflections of any given set of words.

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It was a ranch house this time around.

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Simple observations
Through a screen of conditioned patterns,
The same as it has ever been.

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Speaking to you,
Godness to godness.

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What an interesting soliloquy all this is.
Is it the same for all that ponder deeply?

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Go ahead and be your Self.
There’s no need to be shy about it.
What does it really matter
That another
Would even kill you?
That you even flowered is enough.

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So many ways they tell you do and don’t.
Ford the river whenever, wherever,
In whatever way you will.
There are no rules
To reality.

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Catch and release, baby, catch and release.

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Nature provides all the rules you’ll ever need.

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What to imagine next?

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However you may care to define it,
It is ever the same mystery.

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What an ordeal is made of something so simple.

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The trick is figuring out what you really want.

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The wave’s retreat begins with an undertow.

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The gamemaster is the one who defines the game.

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Cloak him in whatever titles you will,
A playground bully is always a bully.

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Conscience seems to be an optional feature.

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You wrote this,
You devil you.

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Those who enslave
Lack the passkey to heaven,
Despite all their worship of mammon
And the many spurious masters of the universe.

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Real leadership is a form of servitude.

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How desperate so many are
In their denial of the god void within.

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For every mountain climbed, there is the trek back down.
Humanity’s excursion is statistically assured.
It is the destiny of any seed line,
No matter the dream.

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Just go along for the ride, you alien beast.
There is really nothing to take personal.

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Your were born of the infinite potential,
But life gradually whittles you down.

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God rest ye merry consciousness.
It has been here awhile.

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Just another bubble in the jacuzzi.

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What Eden gave freely is now taken by force.
Seek that value which no mind knows.

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Do you really think
Anything in this world
Is worth dying for?

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Life is like one big, long shock treatment.

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Why are you so afraid of breaking a few arbitrary rules?

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Life is so much simpler when…

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Practice boredom is such a bore.

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Eternity begins
Whenever the you
That is not you
Dies.

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You may want to keep a few vices
Just to remember what hell
Really has going for it.
Hedonism,
Pure and simple.

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Equations portraying the universe
Are not floating out there
Somewhere in the depths of space.

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When you love what you do,
Even when you really really don’t,
It’s like a bird singing to the morning sun.

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Curious how we treat nature
As if it were some anomaly
In the landscape of our minds.

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Yet another shade of wacko
Behind that vain little smile.

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Despite all the melodrama of so-called free will,
Doesn’t your life feel a just a tiny bit
Beyond your control?

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Just a little bit too bored for your own good.

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Decidedly uninteresting.

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Trophies come in so many sizes and shapes.

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Perhaps if you practice contentment,
You will one day figure it out.

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From dust to seed to form
And all back to one
Ever and ever again and again.

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Same old story in different guises.

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Despite what they say, they all want one.

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The un-ripened mind believes its limitations.

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Real religion has nothing to do
With any vain human concoction.

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Unrepentant to the end.

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When discern the timeless mind,
You be the whole of mind’s potential.

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Let it move.
You be still.

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If you really loved,
Would you expect anything in return?

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Why do you continue to dabble
With the suffering of worldly existence?
What does it offer to entice you again and again?

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Your mind-body’s drive
To be secure in this dream world
Is destined to fail miserably.
You may as well be inanely courageous
As you saunter through the cold flames of purgatory.

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You’ve been given a life.
Why shouldn’t you feel free to do
What it pleases you to do?

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When the veil falls away,
You are the ocean prior to all dreams
Born of consciousness.

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Guilt and shame are a waste of time.

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Heaven or hell,
What need has a seer for either?

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‘Tis what it ‘tis.

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I am the one,
And so are you,
And all the others as well.
Really no big deal.

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Long before this old boy
Had any insight into the question,
He asked a young, innocent Christian woman,
“Who created God?”
And she answered,
“Oh, we don’t ask that!”
Hmmm…
Well, maybe you don’t.

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The nebulous center is prior to all veils.
It the true Rome from which all roads lead.

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You cannot hold on to truth
For there is no holding on to anything
But the vague echoing hollowness of a fleeting concept.
Only in timeless stillness can it be discerned
That the only truth, the only way
Is the light of youness
For all eternity.

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How quickly a life can be transformed
Into a new sense of reality.

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Make light of it.

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The other
Is the shadow
Lurking behind so many
Of your thoughts.

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The intelligence prior to mind
Is the same creator of all diversity.
The blinding factor in the human condition
Is the egocentric attribute that denies
That even the most simple lifeform
Is a sophisticated creation
Of the same origin.

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Saturday nights just ain’t what they used to be, are they?

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Awareness is the key to eternity.

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Reality is prior to consciousness.

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Samadhi transcends all.

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Organized religion is a placebo.

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Brainwashing sounds too freeing.

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If you create
With a sense of craftsmanship,
It will sell itself.

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Will you ever set aside
The insatiable craving
For sensory gratification?


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The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)

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