CLXVI
You were fooled into taking
life personally.
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The winner decides the
rules.
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It is your interpretation of
the present
Through the screen of your
past
Which manifests your future.
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Only those who see the dream
as a dream
Will hear these words.
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Watch your fellow human
beings
With the same detachment
That you would any other
species
And you cannot help but see
it cannot be
What you truly are.
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Why some are allowed to see
and others not
Is a mystery to this journeyman
mystic.
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Would it occur to you if you
weren’t ready?
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How can stillness feel the
current
Of earth, wind, water and
fire
But through imagination?
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There is nothing to join
In order to be free.
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Only the herd believes its
lie.
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Even a bad glass of wine can
be savored.
State of mind is all.
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There’s a lot you can
achieve,
And much, much more you
can’t.
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What realms godness devises
Are more innumerable
Than any count can muster.
Yet each are of the same
oneness
No matter the scope.
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Keep your judgments to your
Self.
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Why torture yourself so?
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You can never go back,
And must wait
For forward to happen.
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It’s easy to laugh
At another’s foolishness,
But can you laugh at your
own?
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Will DNA ever sanction less
angst,
Or is manifest creation even
possible
Without an inherent
destructiveness?
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We mull over the parts,
But few comprehend
The incomprehensible whole.
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Can you fathom the reality
Imagination has played
In your existence?
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How often men seem
To be demons to women,
And women the same to men.
Into such different
universes
Genetic coding casts us all.
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A house of cards
Will have more foundation
If we continue this divisive
madness.
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Godness may be all-knowing,
All-powerful, all-seeing,
all-everything,
But it’s got your limited
mainframe to play through.
And a bolt of lightening
would play havoc on the mortal circuitry.
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So pay attention.
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It’s all about acquired
tastes.
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If cats looked like their
souls,
We’d kill them all.
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What is the mind
unconditioned
By yesterday or tomorrow?
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Scraped off the same
spiritual bone, are we?
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Never you mind.
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No matter the shape or tear
or texture,
It is as seamless as
seamless can be.
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You are as old as old is.
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So full of irony you can’t
see straight.
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Herds continue
While lone rangers
Saunter off into oblivion.
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Men are like bees to the
honey of proportion.
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Riddles have a way of
intriguing answers.
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All this cheerleading for
nothing.
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Where does it get you,
really?
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As gray as gray gets.
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Cheap is rarely better
unless it’s a steal.
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I speak as clearly as I can,
But can you listen as
clearly?
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Let us rise to a larger
vision.
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So many people pretending to
be so strong,
But their shallow egos give
them away.
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In most things it is best
To have the fundamentals in
order
Before grasping for more
than can be done well.
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Our self-absorbed heroics
pale
When contrasted with our
many cruelties
Toward the creatures with
which we share this world.
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Surrounded by lizard brains.
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To feel whole, you must decide
to be whole.
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The synchronicity of all
movement,
Of all action, of all will,
is prior to any belief.
It is eternally guaranteed
to such an infinite degree
Even the greatest effort of
imagination can never ascertain
It true or not.
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If truth could be proved,
Why do we argue it so?
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It doesn’t matter who does
it
As much as it does that it
gets done.
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Mothers want so badly to
believe their sons good,
That the sons often collude
in whatever way necessary
To maintain and nourish
their unlikely delusion.
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Silence is its own symphony.
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Born a peasant, yet you are
a king.
A harbor for other Souls to
find their way.
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How can one at times
Not help but be confused
By the storm of
consciousness?
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As well as you may know
yourself,
Can you ever really witness
it
With detached clarity?
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Frightening to realize so
many girls think cheerleading
The end-all-be-all of their
vain, superficial existence.
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Can truth ever be more than
what people want to believe?
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We’re all cousins from
different bakeries.
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It seems so far away,
Then suddenly you’re there,
And then well past
Only the vaguest
recollection.
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You cannot miss what you’ve
never known.
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The universe is quite
infinite
If you are absorbed only in
your own.
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Melt into sovereignty.
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Why shouldn’t you prefer you
own company to that of fools?
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Don’t be limited by
another’s lack of imagination.
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Can any step be wasted?
Any breath missed?
Any life lost?
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The same play of
consciousness, nonetheless.
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Which mid-life crisis were
you referring to?
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The things you take for
granted.
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Inquire into the reason
until you are the reason.
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Instant karma.
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Ahh, the life of the lowly
philosopher.
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No system of thought here.
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Where is the continuity?
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The flag blowing in the
breeze is very still.
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Why build yourself into any
idea?
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More corporate mayhem.
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Driven by forces over which
we have no control,
A fierce destiny is slowly,
but surely taking shape.
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Just like all the rest.
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The big picture does not
need
To adapt to humanity’s
little one.
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No need to know what you
can’t know.
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Even so-called normal is
quite insane.
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Another compressed
gusherhead.
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System? How can you organize
chaos?
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What’s really scary is that
s/he will breed another round.
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Existence might not be such
a bother
If it weren’t for all the
pain
One must sometimes endure.
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The flesh is, after all,
only skin deep.
What resides below is really
the mystery.
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Ironing out irony is
impossible.
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You are not obligated to buy
into foolish choices.
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The best things in life are
free,
Or close to it.
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So many dialed in with their
Cell phones, pagers, faxes,
and emails.
So little room for any
space.
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The history we will never
even begin to know
Has shaped our present in
ways we cannot evade.
We are all the sum of time’s
mysterious reality.
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You will be as free as you
dare to be.
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Another recording playing at
being human.
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It’s the unfulfilled
expectation
You find so disappointing.
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Why should you care about
the time yet to come?
You got yours.
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The depths of despair
Lead to an obvious
conclusion.
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We and all who have come
before
Cast a horror story into the
future.
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Do the unexpected and you
won’t be boring.
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No, you really don’t want to
know.
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It doesn’t take a rocket
scientist.
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Stark-raving mad.
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Who cares if someone else
already said it.
Now it’s here, too.
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Makes ya goofy.
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Saplings bend in heavy winds
Older trees tend to buckle.
It’s the nature of aging.
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The hot that’s hot is
relative
To the hot that’s not.
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You don’t have to be a
Christian
Or anything else
To follow the Golden Rule.
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Would you want this to be
handed to you?
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Not looking is a decision.
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It’s designed to make you
think.
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The first stain of the day.
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Figure out where the money’s
at,
And you’ll be pretty near to
understanding
Most anything you want to,
or even don’t want to,
When it comes to the human
drama.
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Peasants enjoy a freedom
The so-called privileged
Will never know.
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Simply put, there are many
thing you can do
And many more things that
you cannot.
Capacity and limitation
shape the mind.
Call it fate, call karma,
call it what you will,
It is the seed principle
which governs all life.
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If participants truly long
for peaceful co-existence,
Somewhere in the back and
forth of revenge
There must be an enduring
forgiveness.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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