CXLVII
Humility
is the merging into the groundness of all things.
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Rest
is for the dead.
You
won’t last here very long
If
you don’t embrace some form of the busy-busy.
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It’s
all conditioning.
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Life
consumes life.
It
is the way.
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History
is but one breath passed to the next.
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‘Twas
not your fate.
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“What
do you want?”
An
old woman once upon a time asked.
Still
no answer.
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The
harsh reality
Is
that most human bodies
Look
best covered up.
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Hanging
anonymous.
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You
like your prison, eh?
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Very
stupid to do that, really,
But
oh well, not the first time,
Nor
will it likely be the last.
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Absurdly
frightening.
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Within
less than one hundred turns of the sun,
Almost
everyone you are acquainted with right now
Will
be mulching away in one piece of ground or another.
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Intellectual
prowess can do little to halt
Pure,
unadulterated brute force.
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Suddenly
what had once been so consuming
No
longer held any interest whatsoever.
A
fascinating turn of the worm.
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Surrender
to the mind that sees all, knows all, is all.
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The
possibilities are as infinite as imagination.
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Dare
you travel that far?
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Balance
is so easily lost.
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Do
nothing and you will see all.
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The
world dances within the eye of your mind.
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The
senses bind to a temporal reality.
Death
is the ticket home.
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Why
do things that don’t work?
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Lack
of discipline creates sloth
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Nobody
is remembered forever.
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The
senses can only read the immediate,
But
imagination can travel the farthest reaches.
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Sure,
someone else
Has
said it somewhere,
But
not to this ear.
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It
is within breath that you will find contentment.
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The
waking dream,
The
dream waking.
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What
different states of mind
Between
wanting and having.
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It
can be a cruel, heartless world,
But
one need not be savage about it.
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Word
of mouth is the strongest advocate.
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Money
is the flag of toil.
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It
isn’t time for such untimely thoughts.
It
may never be.
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Another
forgotten wordsmith.
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Only
in books, only in movies,
Only
in imagination.
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A
strange calling.
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There
is only absoluteness,
Neither
either nor anything.
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The
checklist of not
Just
gets longer and longer.
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Oh
come on, Like nobody’s
Ever
thought of that before.
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Life
is a brief window of time
In
which eternity is discernable
To
those gifted with the vision.
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If
you’re going to waste money,
Waste
it on something you can use.
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Why
do so many people buy into this need
To
believe in one silly thing or another?
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Whisper
softly the nameless.
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Imagination
lurks at the heart of every mind.
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Writing
something profound
Can
be like yelling out
In
the middle
Of
an empty desert.
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Useless.
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Good
friends are hard to come by,
Easy
to keep.
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Believe
in
Santa
Claus,
The
Tooth Fairy,
The
Stars and Stripes,
Hallmark
holidays,
Good
coffee,
Chocolate,
The Devil
Jesus,
God,
And, and, and, and …
Every other imaginable
absurdity.
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Babble, babble,
All for the sake of
babble.
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The playthings of
godness are many and transient.
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It must amuse your
vanity.
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The pendulum comes
closer and closer with each swing.
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Male and female
separated long ago,
And have suffered
diligently ever since.
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Who ever had a face?
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Suddenly you realized
you were surrounded,
And there was no escape
but within.
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Only vanity judges.
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Wonderfully
superficial.
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All thought is vain.
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No escape there.
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Pray to whatever form
you please,
It is ever your Self.
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You can’t reason with a
rigid mindset.
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Preaching to the choir
again, are we?
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Romance is the trade of
pawns.
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She arrived late, left
early.
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Living a lie projects
everyone else the same.
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God is a useful
distraction.
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The shot rang out,
found its mark,
And another end
blossomed.
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Another case of
mistaken identity.
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Culture can be so
dulling.
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What cost, peace?
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Entropy levels all
playing fields.
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If you really don’t
want to risk
Watching your children
suffer and die,
Don’t have them.
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What belief can ever
match reality?
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No life form can escape
gravity for long.
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Got too much bullshit
to fake it.
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The good die young,
And you’re still here.
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In your own way, at
least you tried.
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A place to sit, nothing
more.
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Look across your
universe
And see nothing.
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You can’t really do
something before you’re ready.
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The dark times are
never quite as bad looking back.
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It’s the heart that
smartens the penis.
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What you want from
another,
You must give yourself.
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Myopic as usual.
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Oh foolish people,
It is not know thyself.
It is know thy Self.
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So is there a way to
sue god?
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Breath deep.
Fuck up without
remorse.
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I witness you and you,
me.
All different, all the
same.
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How many women have
children
Who must grow up to
save them?
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Your are the movie
theatre.
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Clues surround you.
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You are not the first,
nor shall you be the last.
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You’ve been touched by
life to see it this way.
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A prophet for all time.
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What is evolution but
the creation-destruction
Of each and every
holographic twist and turn.
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The words come, yet for
where from?
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How could it be any
other way?
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First comes the
epiphany,
Then the mind sculpts
it into an aphorism,
Which is casually
transferred to the closest slate at hand.
Sometimes as the pen
scurries, the words mutate into something different.
Must catch it before
thought’s waves wash clean the sandy shore.
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Be it so, Scribe.
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Betwixt titter and
shame, these thoughts come.
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Lower the shield of
identity.
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A doctorate does not
for intelligence make.
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There are still a few
forests left,
But we’ll likely get
those, too.
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How dazzled we are by
the neurosis
Of so many who lead us.
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Just expecting the next
breath is a leap of faith.
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Did the part choose
you, or you it?
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It may be your fate to
be shuffled to the side.
Not all can be on the
main stage at one time.
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It is an issue of
vision, not duality.
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Just another group
without foundation in reality.
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How very tiring all
this measurement has become.
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How much easier things
are
If you don’t know any
different.
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Wander time, ponder
time.
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Stilling.
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When someone tells you
to grow up,
It usually means into
someone like them.
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Objectivity is just a
game science plays with itself.
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Hate can so easily take
over the dream.
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More real than you can
imagine.
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Every mood finds its
day.
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The absolute reality of
truth is in everything you do,
Everything you see, hear,
taste, smell, touch and think.
Everything.
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In stillness, there is
the courage of innocence.
It is without the
shadow of thought’s making.
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Let’s see, six
billion-plus times fifteen minutes.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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