11 March 2013

Chapter 165 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


CLXV

Sure, you could be wrong,
But you doubt it
With all your beingness.

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Reveling in yet another revelation.

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Quite pleased with your Self, aren’t you?

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Those who want to lead
Eventually find those
Who can only follow.

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Absolute madness.

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You are the center of your universe,
You will do what you need to do.

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What subtlety each layer gains.

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The seeker
Who doesn’t’ camp at your doorstep
Is probably the real student.

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Other than its essential needs
For air, water and sustenance,
The body does not care one iota.
Only the mind is filled with craving.

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The mind seeks continuity,
But its reality is all quite disjointed.
Moments are very present.

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Information junkies.

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When and where, exactly,
Does the tire hit the road?

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Wanting anything
From another’s soul
Taints the relationship.

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Would you kill off everything to have it your way?

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We cannot have our world,
And eat it, too.

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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?

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After awhile it becomes quite clear.

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Patterns within patterns, ad infinitum.

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Must have slept for a bit,
For I cannot remember.

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Nobody really knows nothing.

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How much of your life will you worry
Over losing your hoard of gold
And all those silly memories?

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Nothing’s wrong with me.
What’s wrong with you?

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Every context creates a new reference point.
The mind meanders from point to point
Until death erases the context.

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No word lasts forever.
All mean squat to the ground reality.

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Feel your celestial beingness.

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Again, without all the vanity.

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Neither hungry nor thirsty nor tired,
The mind is caught in the web
Of its ceaseless wanting.

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What can be offered
That you have not already tasted
In one form or another
So many times
Well beyond counting?

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Random lifetimes,
Disconnected
Like drops erupting
From a crashing wave.
Such an eternity the descent
Back into the sea.

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Round and round
Forever.

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When it comes to making babies,
Try not to do it accidentally.

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There’s always the search
For the best of whatever class
The divisive mind imagines.

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A little rotten is obliging for digestion.
We have so much in common
With other scavengers.

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Every generation of any given life form
Is swept along, virtually powerless,
Against  the currents of their context.

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Well enough can be very good.

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Isn’t the relativity of attitude interesting?

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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.

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Flyswatters and guns are only a means.

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The young are so naturally playful.
Alas, what becomes of that innocence?

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Let us not confuse lust with love.

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Be kind to your surroundings.

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There’s no order to it, really.

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Whether water, soda pop,
Or the finest wine,
All taste the same essence.

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Playing out that comic book hero in your head again?

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Haven’t you seen enough plots
To know they are all contrived?

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The body is content.
Catch up with it.

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Would we suffer such insatiable longing
If we were free of coverings and finery?

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An anonymous fart wafts
Through the crowded room.

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Lost in a meandering day of reflection,
The words flow true to their mark.
Declare it a million times,
It is ever the same.

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Cast the immortal dice.

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Children are so flexible
Because they have yet to adopt
The inevitable rigidity of fabricated identity.

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Another member of the Dinky Penis Club.

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If it’s all pointless, what’s your point?

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Do you really believe the machine
Cares even one iota
What you say, think or do?

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Undo the structure,
And what do you have?

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When you die, send a Hallmark card
So we can know you are truly dead.

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The only insoluble problem
Is the one you don’t want to solve.

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What’s a horizon without a pole and a wire?

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No problema.

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Patterns unlock easily for the patient observer.

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Hasta la vista, baby.

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It’s a herd thing.

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Like a rose on the verge of wilting.

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Sometimes it’s just time to move on.
Starting over is very freeing.

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How do you sustain so much meaning and purpose?

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How naively we squander paradise.

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In defining a problem accurately,
The solution usually becomes clear.
Whether or not action will follow
Is always another matter.

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Sustaining weakness
Weakens the future.

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Middle class expectations
Will be harder and harder
For the masses to sustain.

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Some panty lines you just don’t need to see.

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Truth is a mirage.

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A woman’s trophies are flowers, cards and children.

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It’s about texture, color, taste and proportion.

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Most of us seek attention in one way or another.

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It’s a question of functional or dysfunctional.

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Our vanities play off each other.

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Another scene quickly passing.
Nothing can be preserved for long.

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Hell’s heaven to a demon.

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Always ask whether the you
To which I am speaking
Is personal or not.

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The more you learn about the human species,
The less likely you will grasp their rationale.

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How much more bluntly can it possibly be put?

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When the eighth day came to pass,
God took a long pee, a monstrous dump,
And they, too, were good.

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Another harsh lesson
How quickly
Things can change.

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Pretending your are again, eh?

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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.

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When you are real,
There is neither birth nor death.

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If god is as vain as you,
All hope is wasted breath.

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Your limited thinking is blinding.

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Such twisted fantasies the mind weaves.

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Damn the torpedoes; full speed ahead.

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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.

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They came to be seen.

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Yawnoyawn.

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Just about anybody can make a baby.
Quite a few could use more restraint.

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Pay attention or suffer the consequences.

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Busted again.

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Oh well.

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How often it seems like a script
You never even read or rehearsed,
Yet act out with unfailing certainty.

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More bad dialogue.

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Waiting for the herd may be safe,
But it also slows you down.

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Thank god people wear clothes.
It would be scary watching
So many ugly bodies
Strolling naked.

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The human form is a temporal see

To which attachment merits
Only mortal ends.

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Too late.
You should have done something about that
Long ago.

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Maybe another time.

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Angry, unhappy people tend to want
To fashion others as they are.

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Commons sense is an insight into what is good for the many.
If it were common, humanity would not be in such a mess..

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The mind defined is not the mind.

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One man’s law is creation;
Another’s is destruction.
Who is to say which is right?

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What to do when nothing
Is the only thing that interests you?
Nothing, of course.

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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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