CLII
We are at a time where
nothing is sacred,
Where no holds are
barred,
Where no rules stand,
Where no laws go
unbroken,
Where no experience is
chained by constraint,
Where the infinity of
imagination is bound only by its own limits.
* * * *
As all dreams are
temporary fabrications
Your view of reality is
as valid as anyone’s.
* * * *
You cannot have two
without first being one.
* * * *
Right or wrong,
This truth as I see it
Prior to all thoughts
about it.
* * * *
Whether it’s heaven,
Or a seamless infinity
of lives,
May you find that for
which you long.
* * * *
Why would you want to
be a machine or computer?
Or any technological
device whatsoever?
* * * *
Anybody can, everybody
is.
* * * *
So many trying to
persuade you to live their delusion.
* * * *
Another waste of
existence
If there is one.
* * * *
God sure does seem to
have a sadomasochistic bent.
* * * *
Sometimes consciousness
is thick
And heavy and
relatively unconscious,
And other times it is
fluid and light.
The fluid, lighter
stuff tends
To become attentive
To its movement
A bit more readily.
* * * *
And what will come of
it?
* * * *
Though you may
regurgitate
What someone wants to
hear,
They cannot change your
mind.
* * * *
You cannot stop stupid
people from doing stupid things.
* * * *
Give yourself the peace
You so eloquently
encourage
Others to seek.
* * * *
Do not be blinded by
your memory.
It counts for little.
* * * *
The days and nights
pass so quickly slow.
You can feel death
wandering the horizon.
* * * *
Godness is oneness,
And oneness includes
youness.
* * * *
War brings peace, and
peace, war.
* * * *
When did the beginning
begin?
When will the ending
end?
When nothing begins,
nothing ends.
* * * *
How can anyone or
anything be more or less divine?
* * * *
What a clever little
monkey you are.
* * * *
Time is growing short.
* * * *
Even Satan is born of
the eternal one.
* * * *
Whatever it is,
whatever it is not,
To be content with
everything you witness
Is challenge enough for
any mortal.
* * * *
So afraid to be sure.
* * * *
So many women divorce
their husbands
Only to find themselves
married to their sons.
* * * *
That breath,
Consciously inhaled,
Is the road to
contentment.
* * * *
You are to suffer that
you might find peace.
* * * *
How cruel ignorance can
be even without intention.
* * * *
How quickly a smile can
turn to a sneer.
* * * *
Enlightenment is
bursting through
The shell of this
dreamy illusion.
Liberation is staying
there.
* * * *
So many only seeing
differences.
So challenging to see
only similarity.
* * * *
No way is better than
another.
All ways meet the same
end.
* * * *
It’s a milky way.
* * * *
Abyssing out.
* * * *
War as we have come to
know it
Is the inevitable
outcome
Of humanity’s primal
urges for security.
* * * *
Turn to your real pile
of gold.
* * * *
It’s time’s time.
* * * *
It is the ever-becoming
nature of consciousness
Which causes so much
suffering in time.
* * * *
Aren’t the genetic
drives interesting?
* * * *
He came after all the
heroes were gone.
* * * *
Enlightenment looks
beyond heaven and hell
To that which no
thought can discern.
* * * *
Is anybody home?
* * * *
More and more unlikely
with every moment’s passing.
* * * *
It will take more than
a little money to fix things.
A great deal of right
intention will be required.
* * * *
Restrain your Self.
* * * *
Interesting the numbers
We choose to give our
attention.
* * * *
People who need
approval
Can never get enough.
* * * *
What will it be like
one hundred,
One thousand, or ten
thousand years hence?
Oh, for a time machine
to watch it unfold.
* * * *
No man is an island,
Though many would wish
it so.
* * * *
Too many problems for
all
But the most simple
solutions.
* * * *
Death will get your
attention.
* * * *
How peaceful time once
was, it was.
* * * *
Mellow may I?
* * * *
What Self do you feel
sorry for?
* * * *
Having a lot of toys
does not mean you have a life.
* * * *
The stillness is in the
momentary gaps between thoughts.
* * * *
Drug from the bliss of
nonexistence,
You grew into this.
* * * *
Sweet exteriors can
belie the reality beneath.
* * * *
What was it like way
back when,
Before you conceived
what time was,
Before you became all
those memories?
* * * *
Pretty full of your
conclusions, aren’t you?
* * * *
What can you expect
from a bankrupt soul?
* * * *
That’s what insurance
is for.
* * * *
Let the revolution
begin,
As long as it doesn’t
hurt too much.
* * * *
Blue meanies come in
all colors, shapes and sizes.
* * * *
Hide and watch or
charge and die.
* * * *
Vanity finds its own
level
* * * *
What some call beauty,
others call monstrosity.
* * * *
Like all that counting
is going to make a difference.
* * * *
Another disaster worth
avoiding.
* * * *
All for the cause,
The great and vain
cause
Which will somehow transform
the world
Into something less
pathetic.
* * * *
The show begins, the
show ends.
Don’t applaud at the
wrong times.
* * * *
Sheer boredom can be
very motivating.
* * * *
Transfigured by their
game,
They missed the big
picture.
* * * *
Another enticing
delusive illusion
To which you would
gladly succumb.
* * * *
The guy who cares will
be along in a few minutes.
* * * *
Ever notice how hard it
is to avoid some people?
* * * *
Do you know me well
enough to ask that?
* * * *
A quip for every occasion.
* * * *
In the midst of plenty,
some succumb,
And others resist with
all their might.
Moderation is not easy
for many.
* * * *
Cut your teeth of
somebody else.
* * * *
Amazing how quickly
anyone or anything can be forgotten.
* * * *
How huge must be the
mound of food
It has taken to sustain
your mortal existence.
And the end result jus
a pile of dung
And reservoir of pee.
* * * *
What’s really scary is
that he/she really believes
That mangled, dried up
shape is still attractive.
* * * *
Amazing how violent a
few innocent ideas can become.
* * * *
Not a good idea to
abuse the regulars.
* * * *
Even the most
interesting lives
Must occasionally lapse
at least temporarily
Into some un-pleasantry
or another.
* * * *
No constitution
Can give or take away
from you
The freedom within.
* * * *
If the sun has not
already seen it, it will.
* * * *
Like you had all that
much choice in the matter.
* * * *
Dare you tell her she
has a booger
Dripping out her left
nostril?
* * * *
Nothing new, nothing old.
All the same but the
name.
* * * *
Thanks, but I can
probably do it better by myself.
* * * *
Fortified again.
Time to wade into the
thick of it.
* * * *
Just how blonde do you
want to be?
* * * *
Home to Nintendo.
* * * *
You made your choices.
Now enjoy the
bittersweet fruit.
* * * *
How many miles these
feet have wandered.
* * * *
Do you really believe
this?
Why wouldn’t you?
* * * *
One of the many making
it their business
To help people set
themselves free.
* * * *
How amazing how afraid people
can be
Of a symbol, word,
number.
* * * *
So many uncounted
bones.
* * * *
Hell would be your
favorite song played for eternity.
* * * *
What do you want but
the image playing in your forehead?
* * * *
What great purpose
summons you?
* * * *
It is the statistical
blend.
* * * *
The reason some people
shut up
Is because they know
anything they say
Will likely sound
rather stupid.
* * * *
Isn’t existence purpose
enough?
* * * *
You are but one of the
infinite eyes of godness
Witnessing the creation
of which you are a part,
Whole only in the
awareness of its indivisibility.
* * * *
The reality is that
every flower wilts
If it isn’t cut down
beforehand.
* * * *
What a curse good
memory can be.
* * * *
You realized, of
course,
That no one is more
interested
In your freedom than
you.
* * * *
What a strange thing
any name.
* * * *
Go ahead, argue for
what ails you.
Just don’t whine when
the piper comes to collect.
* * * *
Do you really want to
contribute to this?
* * * *
Another dead body sprawled
on the front page.
* * * *
The attached heart is
not a place to tarry.
* * * *
Great expectations
diminish the returns.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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