14 April 2013

Chapter 154 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


CLIV

Those seeking to preserve the world
Will always be offset by forces
Seeking to destroy it.

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In the flicker of an eye blinking,
Ten thousand eternities pass.

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Going insane?  Or sane?

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Even if you don’t mean it.

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Washed out, you are, you are.

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All essence,
Still.

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Of provocative merit.

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Ironically amusing how twisted what we consider normal.

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How would Christians react
If Jesus did come back
And told them
They got it all wrong?

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Where the heck did those two hours go?

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Adventure in moderation.

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Dusty drama.

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As soon as you want it forever, it disappears.

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The reins of power may be
Harshly or wisely spent.

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Some things cannot be learned,
No matter how you try.

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Debts are a test of character.

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It all passes so quickly done.

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It just further verifies
What was long ago obvious.

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There are countless minds in the one mind.

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Digging through a muddled brain
Is not a pretty sight.

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Everything has its cost.

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What a mask landed on you.

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Big-view challenged.

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Opportunities generally diminish as you get older.

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Respect tends to deflect resentment.

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How flimsy and arbitrary like and dislike.

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Why crush a flower
For a few moments
Of twisted pleasure?

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No longer curious?

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Can power over others be handled wisely?
Only if the leader puts aside personal ambition.

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So much trivia to distract you.

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Do you seek out adventures,
Or do they just sort of happen?

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A safe, secure life?
What’s that?

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No matter
Whether you’re afraid of god or not,
It’s still going to kill you.

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In your dreams, baby, in your dreams.

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So often the role supercedes personal preference.

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True beauty needs little decoration.

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Kindness and cruelty:
Each finds its own ends.

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An interesting face.
Wonder if what’s behind it
Is really any different?

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What is boredom, anyway?

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An interesting challenge, eh what?

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Seen one moment, you’ve seen them all.

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So many fuck-ups to make this world what it has become.

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Adrift, you wander aiming nowhere.

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Amazing what some women think is attractive.

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Mind no one’s business but your own;
Easier said than done.

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“Tao of the Nineties”
Some streetwise fella
Named Ernest called it.

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The signs were probably there,
But you either weren’t paying attention
Or didn’t know how the read them.

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Is joy anything more than a concept for you?

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Occasionally the roof falls in on everyone.

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Sorrow haunts the corners of those eyes.

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Scattered to the wind,
The seeds of change
Find many destinies.

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Trees are just grass grown taller,
Mountains just ant hills of rock,
Oceans just puddles with fish.

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Planets and suns just dust
In a room with a view.

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You are a chemistry experiment.

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Something will keep happening
Until there’s nothing left to happen.

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Don’t be overwhelmed by the impermanence.
It isn’t real.

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Behind the façade, who knows?

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Desire tightens the breath.

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A commentary of life and death.

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Without desire, fear subsides.

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If you didn’t want so much,
You might even be content.

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In a time of no constraints,
Consciousness will play through.

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Were those ever really your expectations?

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Why did all this happen?
Why, to be you, of course.

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And what did you really gain amassing all that?

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Oh, nothing.

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It boggles the mind.

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In everything there is enlightenment.
Every part and particle is intrinsically free.

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Who would deny you?

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Free-roaming dust.

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Feign interest.

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Value is as value does.

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What do you mean by that?

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Negation is the key.

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Not your fate, thank god.

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Massive amounts of sugar
Do not for sweetness make.

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What a load of crap
The propaganda of history
Often feeds the masses.

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Inner quiet is a challenge
To which you must surrender.

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Purpose and meaning
Deflate like an exhaling balloon
When you die to live.

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Time blows by quickly
As you age like fine wine.

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What is truly amazing is that they really believe
They are practicing whatever their icon
Was actually talking about.

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A simple fate for the simple soul,
A complex fate for the complex soul,
And the rest everywhere between.

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Dress up as you please,
The core remains unchanged.

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History has a way of catching up with the visionaries.

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If all things are possible,
Perhaps all things are likely.

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If you see only the form,
The mask, the costume, the role,
Then you’ve in the end seen nothing at all.

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Posers all.

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Truth is all-inclusive.

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Aimlessly you wander
The indifferent pathlessness
Of time’s infinite matrix.

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Pray to Santa for a Merry Christmas in June.

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What rascals these mortals be.
Even demons play a vital tune.

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You, too, are food in some player’s dream.

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All gods fade, all myths are forgotten,
All legends die, all bones return to sand,
All dust merges back into what it never was.

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How easily happenstance
Turns to coincidence
And coincidence
Into enemy action.

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What is it you want to make with your life?
Anything goes.

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Driven by forces they cannot discern,
The chart courses into deeper water.

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You are the everything and the nothing,
A reflection of every passing mirror.

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The sound is silence.

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Why should you suffer any obligation?

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The Cheshire comes and goes
With little or no comment.

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We are all so full of imagination.

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Turn it off.

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What are you looking for?

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Dust the dust till it washes clean.

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Young people so often think themselves more clever
Than those who’ve seen and done it all,
And know exactly what’s up
Without even looking.

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The dragon sees all.
The gold, jewels and collectibles
Are only bedding
In which to slumber.

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Faith and hope are synonymous.

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Even gold is smoke.

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There is nothing standing still
But stillness its Self.

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The whole universe is at your feet.

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Leave me curious.

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Better to do a few things well
Than many poorly.

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Don't forget to play today.

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Morality is not getting caught.

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You were expecting the truth?

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So many thinking the world something
It has never been and can never be.

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Curiosity draws us all closer.

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If you want people to do something,
Tell them they cannot or should not.

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The god worth envisioning
Is not so vain
As to exclude anything.

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You can only know another's world
If you very closely discern your own.


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