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It’s
going to take a few breaths to get there,
So
try to relax and enjoy them.
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Where
is the beginning of nothing
And
the end to nowhere?
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How
did you get enough time to do all you’ve done?
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Has
science truly made a better world?
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It
don’t matter to anyone but you.
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Next
time someone proselytizes you,
Ask
them what they really want from you.
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The
ladder is only a means.
Don’t
let it be the end.
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A
person’s use of language
Quickly
shows their state of mind.
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Unless
you really have something to prove,
Talking
your way out of a fight
Is
well worth trying.
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That
name won’t sell it.
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It’s
free.
Why
are you paying?
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What’s
love got to do with it?
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God
is not some out there thing.
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Another
bad example of where vanity can take you.
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There
is an art to everything,
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Traveling
below radar
Can
keep the head attached
To
its favorite perch.
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How
freeing not to want anything from it.
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How
else would this be written
But
through the duality
Born
of Eden?
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Through
induction or deduction,
It
is the same, it is the same, it is the same…
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Give
it no name,
At
least occasionally.
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And
what do you do if your guts are getting chewed out?
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Given
the opportunity,
You’ll
generally do
What
it amuses you to do.
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Truth
is relative when seen dualistically.
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It
is doubt which has created this work.
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Silly
as it is, that is your calling.
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A
collection of thoughts begun in 1990ish.
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Into
time the gauntlet is cast.
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Hell
is wanting.
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Convert
to bliss.
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Harvest
begins where the fruit is ripe.
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Why
should you either want from or fear a dream?
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Break
the shackles within.
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Save
your threats for someone who’s bothered.
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You
really think all this was planned?
Is
god really some big dungeon master?
Wouldn’t
that take out all the spontaneity?
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The
kinship with every other moment is Self-apparent.
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Off
the deep-end you say?
Happily
so.
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Words
just come one after the other,
Like
a faucet dripping in the night.
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Did
you ever have a sense of humor, dude?
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Everybody
has something different going on here,
That’s
for sure.
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This
is the Unified Theory, Mr. Einstein.
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Take a hike, dude.
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Why
is it people
Who
have no frigging clue
How
to manage people and events
Are
so often put in charge?
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As
is the case of any seed,
You
are the outcome
Of
your parents
And
all your ancestors.
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An
ocean of space and time,
An
infinite weaving
Of
your mind’s design.
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Death
is just the light going out.
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When
you encourage ignorance,
What
else can you expect in return?
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Infinity
playing its game.
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C’est
la vie.
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You
are the abyss.
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You
who know you are
Are.
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Live
as if there is no tomorrow,
As
if there are many,
Or
some sort of blend.
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A
life of 80 years
Is
29200 days,
700,800
hours,
42,048,000
minutes,
2,522,890,000
seconds.
And
how will you spend them?
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Pray
tell, to which expert are you referring?
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I
am the One,
You
are the One,
They
are the One,
She
is the One,
He
is the One,
It
is the One,
We
are the One.
There
is only One.
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Can
millions of people who agree be wrong?
Without
a doubt.
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Just
another politician.
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Loyalty.
So
easily won, so easily lost.
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Sometimes
you wonder why the heck
You
bother waking up in the morning.
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You
can’t expect a fool to recognize brilliance.
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A
blooming insane asylum.
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Instead
of becoming guardians of this world,
We
fantasize going to new untrashed ones,
Which
we will proceed to turn into sewers.
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People
are hypnotized by the strangest things.
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Try
to keep at least a toe dangling in eternity.
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Do
you see in the dark?
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Is
there any god but what mind creates?
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Something
to say in a nothing sort of way.
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You
may think yourself above the game’s rules,
But
nature will win out no matter the delusion.
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Irrevocably
mad.
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Why
bother?
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Does
memory serve you, or you it?
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Flawed
rationality.
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How
many don’t realize
The
only thing keeping them from heaven
Is
them.
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Practice
joyful suffering.
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Make
up your mind.
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What
patient creatures ants and bees must be
To
toil away as we do.
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Madfolk
swim deep, fly high, travel far,
Erasing
boundaries wherever they find them.
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Get
it?
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Sandbox
love.
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Doubt
everything
For
as long as you breathe.
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A
pawn of fate.
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Is
there merit in any explanation?
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So
many carrying such guilt for so little trespass.
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What
suffering wisdom’s unfolding seems to require.
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As
confused as anyone.
Just
more clear about it.
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Can
anyone be
But
who, what, why, when, where, how
They
are?
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Is
there anyone who can better play the fugal angle?
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You
are just demon enough
To
contemplate anything.
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Be
content with the fact
That
many will appreciate it
Eventually.
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What
you think now
May
not even be
What
you think
Three
days hence.
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What
will happen when all this growth peaks?
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Boredom
really means you aren’t paying attention
To
what’s happening right now fresh-as-a-daisy-style.
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It
is you who are the gold,
The
wealth beyond all dreams.
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Breathe
deeply.
It
is you.
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Perfect,
just perfect.
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What
an incredible shame
That
we put other creatures
Through
what we do.
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How
adept you are
At
doing nothing in particular.
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Changemeister.
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It’s
been fun.
Your
own little trip.
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Spaciousness.
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Like
smoke through a valley,
Fog
upon a seashore, flame against a log,
Or
water along a river’s bend,
You
wander the reverie.
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Behind
any mask, beneath any garb,
The
essential youness is ever the same.
Only
thought creates the difference.
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How
fortunate you are
If
you feel complete
At
any given moment.
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What
makes one container
More
attractive than another?
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A
great disguise, don’t you think?
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Either
it’s all sacred, or nothing is.
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Life
comes free, but costs plenty,
And
there are more dues to pay.
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Faces
hide it all.
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We
can’t all get our way paid in advance.
Some
have to work for a living.
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Even
the same thing done again and again
Is
very different in a similar sort of way.
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Real
people see through the disguises.
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Civilized
folks use a dainty cloth
To
wipe away the blood
Dripping
down their chin.
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Real
freedom allows as much.
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What
isn’t seen isn’t known.
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All
paths look the same after awhile.
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Just
enough and not too much.
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Truth
Free
to all who can endure it.
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Try
not to get too wrapped up
In
the countless distracting byproducts
Of
the so-called spiritual quest.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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