CL
The promise of so much
more
Takes another
belly-flopping leap
Into murky, ludicrous
dudsville.
* * * *
Just play the role.
* * * *
No matter how it’s
transcribed,
It is still a mystery.
* * * *
Once you really begin
to know your Self,
You finally begin to
understand
Why a lot of things are
the way they are.
* * * *
Shhh, they cannot see
you.
* * * *
Neither hot nor cold,
warm nor tepid,
Nor any temperature at
all.
* * * *
It touches you as no
other.
* * * *
A sleeper.
* * * *
Bitter like bad beer or
coffee,
Harsh like cold steel,
soft like a kitten’s fur,
How it fools you in so
many ways.
* * * *
Doing the Johnny
Appleseed.
* * * *
How pleasant to walk
about unseen,
Unnoticed, unknown,
unattached.
* * * *
Slow down, boy.
Just because your soul
is immortal
Doesn’t mean your
physical form is.
Most older folks
probably wistfully wish
They’d taken it a bit
easier at some point,
Perhaps many.
* * * *
It isn’t about nice or
sweet or good,
Nor is it about
not-so-nice-not-so-sweet-not-so-good.
It is about what it is.
* * * *
Broken, not busted.
* * * *
You know it as well as
I do.
* * * *
If you insist on having
meaning and purpose,
Let it be whatever the
moment calls from you.
* * * *
Judgment is a sure sign
of a busy mind.
* * * *
A mind open to all
possibilities
Is something to
witness,
A clarity unmatched by
any other.
* * * *
That’s all I’ve got to
say on that,
For now.
* * * *
When are all you good
Christians
Going to figure out
Jesus ain’t coming back?
2000 years and
counting…
* * * *
Once you know how
things work,
The puzzle comes
together.
* * * *
Wars are rarely won the
first day.
* * * *
Listening is one of the
oft-neglected arts.
* * * *
What is imagination in
neutral?
* * * *
Practice what you
preach.
* * * *
An eclipse
Is really just one
piece of dust
Floating between two
others.
* * * *
Revolutions are won
through great perseverance.
* * * *
What better time to do
anything
Than when the mood
strikes.
* * * *
Martyrdom is a good way
to get free press.
* * * *
If you miss the
process,
You’ve missed
everything.
* * * *
Minding you own
business
Would sure simplify
things.
* * * *
Don’t want soda pop no
more.
Water’s good enough.
* * * *
The identity to which
you cling
Is about as secure as a
balloon
Waving before a pin on a
windy day.
* * * *
Waiting for the rest of
your life.
* * * *
You’re in gravity’s
clutches now, baby.
* * * *
Better to abort or
adopt
Than to bring an
unwanted child
Into this world already
hellish enough.
* * * *
Tinkering with the
human play, you are, you are.
* * * *
What a time machine you
are.
* * * *
Were you born to die
For some flag, cross or
corporate logo?
* * * *
Nothing stays the same.
Don’t get stuck.
Find your gumption
And stay with the
dynamic,
Unfolding present.
* * * *
As much as you think
you know,
It really isn’t squat.
* * * *
The player in the play
is the play in the player.
* * * *
Uncarved block,
Still pond,
Blank tablet,
Unsharpened sword,
Beginningless
beginnings
And unending ends.
* * * *
Too many children
ruling the roost.
* * * *
No matter how haughty
your breeding,
You are ultimately no
different
Than the most
disgusting slime ever born.
* * * *
Toke on the thought for
awhile.
* * * *
Another of life’s
little adventures.
* * * *
So nonchalant.
* * * *
Why keep remembering
this imagined identity?
A rather curious
preoccupation, really.
* * * *
So much insanity.
The only question,
really, is how will it end?
* * * *
Statistically speaking,
The tail generally
follows the head.
* * * *
Don’t give up the ship,
But don’t expect it not
to sink, either.
* * * *
A fool and his money
are swiftly,
Oh so swiftly parted.
* * * *
The future is out your
hands.
* * * *
Say little.
Actions speak
Much more loudly.
* * * *
Consciousness creates
time
That it might continue
imagining itself real.
* * * *
So many forces
Shape, mold and prune
each of us
Into what we pretend to
be.
* * * *
Sometimes you pass
something
Thousands of times,
And never see it.
* * * *
The pope is just
another old man
In a long line of old
men
Who have always made
poor choices
When it comes to
tailors.
* * * *
How incredible it must
have been
Before all the wire and
asphalt.
* * * *
Imagine every mask.
* * * *
Tradition is a great
scam.
* * * *
If there is a god, it
would make sense
That he’s an absentee
landlord.
We must be an
incredible disappointment.
* * * *
With detachment comes
an ironic mirth.
* * * *
Suffer well.
* * * *
Anger is denial of
what’s really happening.
What’s the point in
getting irritated by stupidity?
* * * *
Real by design only.
* * * *
A certain number wake
up,
And the rest slumber
on.
* * * *
I owe you as much and
you owe me,
Which is squat.
* * * *
You may not be able to
take it with you,
But it can be stacked
around the grave.
* * * *
What good is wealth if
used for foolish ends?
* * * *
Only people without a
life would bother.
* * * *
Why wait for heaven
When you can have your
cake and eat it, too?
* * * *
So much of it is about
one habit or another.
* * * *
Nothing turns to
moments
To seconds to minutes
to hours
To days and nights to
weeks to months
To seasons to years to
decades to lifetimes
To nothing again.
* * * *
Set your own mark.
* * * *
More than likely will
soon be forgotten
As most things are.
* * * *
Parents generally seem
to want
For their children to
be like them.
It confirms their
existence.
* * * *
Worry less about when
you’re going to die,
And pay attention to
the life you have left.
* * * *
To do nothing is the
greatest good.
* * * *
No weakness allowed.
* * * *
We imagine so many
layers of value.
* * * *
Our only garden ruined.
* * * *
Sit back, watch, and
you will see
Your Self across the
board.
* * * *
Wax wings only melt
If you fly higher than
your capacity.
No use being a moth to
flame.
* * * *
Infinite patience?
You must be looking for
some other guy.
* * * *
Face it, we’re all
crackers.
* * * *
Identity and
personality are just protective layers
Of a neural unit trying
to survive its own imagination.
* * * *
If it can’t be put
simply,
It may not be worth
saying.
* * * *
The parody plays on.
* * * *
What we agree upon is
the marker of right and wrong.
* * * *
Interesting to watch,
But not something
You need to do.
* * * *
Detach from your fate.
* * * *
A seed crystal to
precipitate a future chemistry.
* * * *
Every action defines a
course.
* * * *
So you think you’re
normal, too?
* * * *
Yesterday and tomorrow
are just concepts.
* * * *
Maybe yes, maybe no.
Maybe, maybe, maybe all
depend
On one capricious judgment
or another.
* * * *
Worship nothing.
* * * *
You are, you are.
* * * *
About face,
Forward,
March.
* * * *
Scapegoat
consciousness.
* * * *
War is just terrorism
on a larger scale.
It is not the size of
the club, but the state of mind.
* * * *
A project
ever-incomplete.
Too much to do, and little
inclination
Or incentive to see it
through.
* * * *
Any unified theory will
always just be a theory.
* * * *
Forever alone.
* * * *
Passion shapes the mind
in so many ways.
* * * *
Another nice idea.
* * * *
Sometimes caring so
much wears you out.
* * * *
Another oopsy that
really doesn’t matter.
* * * *
What is any given
fairytale but a story
With morals of one sort
or another.
* * * *
One group’s decision is
another’s conspiracy.
One man’s terrorism is
another’s war.
* * * *
What mother ever really
knows her son?
* * * *
Once you step outside
any given mythos,
You are judged insane
by all who remain in the cave.
But realize also that
you may just be in one of many larger caves
You have yet to
discern.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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