CLXV
Sure, you could be wrong,
But you doubt it
With all your beingness.
* * * *
Reveling in yet another
revelation.
* * * *
Quite pleased with
your Self, aren’t you?
* * * *
Those who want to lead
Eventually find those
Who can only follow.
* * * *
Absolute madness.
* * * *
You are the center of your
universe,
You will do what you need to
do.
* * * *
What subtlety each layer
gains.
* * * *
The seeker
Who doesn’t’ camp at your
doorstep
Is probably the real
student.
* * * *
Other than its essential
needs
For air, water and
sustenance,
The body does not care one
iota.
Only the mind is filled with
craving.
* * * *
The mind seeks continuity,
But its reality is all quite
disjointed.
Moments are very present.
* * * *
Information junkies.
* * * *
When and where, exactly,
Does the tire hit the road?
* * * *
Wanting anything
From another’s soul
Taints the relationship.
* * * *
Would you kill off
everything to have it your way?
* * * *
We cannot have our world,
And eat it, too.
* * * *
What difference between an
atom,
A speck of dust, a grain of
sand,
An orbiting planet, a fiery
star,
A ever-expanding creation
Or the totality beyond?
* * * *
After awhile it becomes
quite clear.
* * * *
Patterns within patterns, ad
infinitum.
* * * *
Must have slept for a bit,
For I cannot remember.
* * * *
Nobody really knows nothing.
* * * *
How much of your life will
you worry
Over losing your hoard of
gold
And all those silly
memories?
* * * *
Nothing’s wrong with me.
What’s wrong with you?
* * * *
Every context creates a new
reference point.
The mind meanders from point
to point
Until death erases the
context.
* * * *
No word lasts forever.
All mean squat to the ground
reality.
* * * *
Feel your celestial
beingness.
* * * *
Again, without all the
vanity.
* * * *
Neither hungry nor thirsty
nor tired,
The mind is caught in the
web
Of its ceaseless wanting.
* * * *
What can be offered
That you have not already
tasted
In one form or another
So many times
Well beyond counting?
* * * *
Random lifetimes,
Disconnected
Like drops erupting
From a crashing wave.
Such an eternity the descent
Back into the sea.
* * * *
Round and round
Forever.
* * * *
When it comes to making
babies,
Try not to do it
accidentally.
* * * *
There’s always the search
For the best of whatever
class
The divisive mind imagines.
* * * *
A little rotten is obliging
for digestion.
We have so much in common
With other scavengers.
* * * *
Every generation of any
given life form
Is swept along, virtually
powerless,
Against the currents of their context.
* * * *
Well enough can be very
good.
* * * *
Isn’t the relativity of
attitude interesting?
* * * *
So many like to believe they
are civilized,
But we all come from the
savagery of life’s origin,
And within each is the potential
of that which is untamable.
* * * *
Flyswatters and guns are
only a means.
* * * *
The young are so naturally
playful.
Alas, what becomes of that
innocence?
* * * *
Let us not confuse lust with
love.
* * * *
Be kind to your
surroundings.
* * * *
There’s no order to it,
really.
* * * *
Whether water, soda pop,
Or the finest wine,
All taste the same essence.
* * * *
Playing out that comic book
hero in your head again?
* * * *
Haven’t you seen enough
plots
To know they are all
contrived?
* * * *
The body is content.
Catch up with it.
* * * *
Would we suffer such
insatiable longing
If we were free of coverings
and finery?
* * * *
An anonymous fart wafts
Through the crowded room.
* * * *
Lost in a meandering day of
reflection,
The words flow true to their
mark.
Declare it a million times,
It is ever the same.
* * * *
Cast the immortal dice.
* * * *
Children are so flexible
Because they have yet to
adopt
The inevitable rigidity of
fabricated identity.
* * * *
Another member of the Dinky
Penis Club.
* * * *
If it’s all pointless,
what’s your point?
* * * *
Do you really believe the
machine
Cares even one iota
What you say, think or do?
* * * *
Undo the structure,
And what do you have?
* * * *
When you die, send a
Hallmark card
So we can know you are truly
dead.
* * * *
The only insoluble problem
Is the one you don’t want to
solve.
* * * *
What’s a horizon without a
pole and a wire?
* * * *
No problema.
* * * *
Patterns unlock easily for
the patient observer.
* * * *
Hasta la vista, baby.
* * * *
It’s a herd thing.
* * * *
Like a rose on the verge of
wilting.
* * * *
Sometimes it’s just time to
move on.
Starting over is very
freeing.
* * * *
How do you sustain so much
meaning and purpose?
* * * *
How naively we squander
paradise.
* * * *
In defining a problem
accurately,
The solution usually becomes
clear.
Whether or not action will
follow
Is always another matter.
* * * *
Sustaining weakness
Weakens the future.
* * * *
Middle class expectations
Will be harder and harder
For the masses to sustain.
* * * *
Some panty lines you just
don’t need to see.
* * * *
Truth is a mirage.
* * * *
A woman’s trophies are
flowers, cards and children.
* * * *
It’s about texture, color,
taste and proportion.
* * * *
Most of us seek attention in
one way or another.
* * * *
It’s a question of
functional or dysfunctional.
* * * *
Our vanities play off each
other.
* * * *
Another scene quickly
passing.
Nothing can be preserved for
long.
* * * *
Hell’s heaven to a demon.
* * * *
Always ask whether the you
To which I am speaking
Is personal or not.
* * * *
The more you learn about the
human species,
The less likely you will
grasp their rationale.
* * * *
How much more bluntly can it
possibly be put?
* * * *
When the eighth day came to
pass,
God took a long pee, a
monstrous dump,
And they, too, were good.
* * * *
Another harsh lesson
How quickly
Things can change.
* * * *
Pretending your are again,
eh?
* * * *
There is this emptiness in
each of us
That can never even be
partially filled.
The more one tries, the more
one suffers.
Freedom, peace and happiness
Are absolutely effortless.
* * * *
When you are real,
There is neither birth nor
death.
* * * *
If god is as vain as you,
All hope is wasted breath.
* * * *
Your limited thinking is blinding.
* * * *
Such twisted fantasies the
mind weaves.
* * * *
Damn the torpedoes; full
speed ahead.
* * * *
The summary of life’s
predictability
Is that everyone who is born
in one way or another,
Plays out their drama in one
way or another,
And then dies in one way or
another.
Fill in the blanks as you
please.
* * * *
They came to be seen.
* * * *
Yawnoyawn.
* * * *
Just about anybody can make
a baby.
Quite a few could use more
restraint.
* * * *
Pay attention or suffer the
consequences.
* * * *
Busted again.
* * * *
Oh well.
* * * *
How often it seems like a
script
You never even read or
rehearsed,
Yet act out with unfailing
certainty.
* * * *
More bad dialogue.
* * * *
Waiting for the herd may be
safe,
But it also slows you down.
* * * *
Thank god people wear
clothes.
It would be scary watching
So many ugly bodies
Strolling naked.
* * * *
The human form is a temporal see
To which attachment merits
Only mortal ends.
* * * *
Too late.
You should have done
something about that
Long ago.
* * * *
Maybe another time.
* * * *
Angry, unhappy people tend
to want
To fashion others as they
are.
* * * *
Commons sense is an insight
into what is good for the many.
If it were common, humanity
would not be in such a mess..
* * * *
The mind defined is not the
mind.
* * * *
One man’s law is creation;
Another’s is destruction.
Who is to say which is
right?
* * * *
What to do when nothing
Is the only thing that
interests you?
Nothing, of course.
* * * *
It is never easy to
surrender one’s will,
The perception of being
separate,
Back to its collective
origin.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
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Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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