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You are
truly that which was never born,
Born again
and again and again,
In every
form imaginable.
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The chance
of an eye blink.
* * * *
Time is
like that.
* * * *
You are
Creator … Preserver … Destroyer.
* * * *
Any given
name will do.
* * * *
Driven by a
force
You can
only dimly comprehend,
You dance
on throughout the muddy playground.
* * * *
What a
luxury to sit fearless.
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Without history we
might be what we really are.
* * * *
You already have so
much.
Why do you always need
more?
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They are watching back.
* * * *
A lesson long
forgotten.
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We all need at least
two or three vices.
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The nice thing about
sports versus war
Is that most of the
bodies walk off the field.
* * * *
The good die young.
The bad die old.
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Born to play that role,
Your were, you were.
* * * *
What be your Sisyphean
stone?
* * * *
Was that fifteen
minutes really worth it?
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The simple life ain’t.
* * * *
2Duzing away.
* * * *
Another day of spam.
* * * *
What a strange thing is
to reside in a mind.
* * * *
Just another
temporarily absorbing anthropological event.
* * * *
Death passes as does
every other twinkling.
Whether or not there’s
anything more
After the body’s in the
field,
Only time knows.
* * * *
Why be concerned?
* * * *
In stillness, all seams
blend into the fabric.
* * * *
Funny how we call
revenge justice.
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Why be concerned
About imagined past
lives
Or the future of any to
come?
This moment, born of
awareness,
Is the point of
reckoning of all hence.
This one is where the
wheel of suffering
Touches the way upon
which all travel.
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You have been trained
to fear so that you perform better
For those who enslave
you in whatever way you allow.
* * * *
Once you doubt, there
is no going back.
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The aptitude to
prioritize in a balanced whole-view manner
Requires a discipline,
an organizational capacity.
So many operate like
leaves in a wind.
* * * *
You are the nameless
functioning.
* * * *
All the eyes ever
manifested
Have been the same
witness.
* * * *
To really understand
who Christ or Buddha were
Is to know they were
you in a different form.
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No edifice can
withstand the termites
Who patiently gnaw at
its foundation.
* * * *
Each container perceives
its own universe.
All are compatible
because all are illusions.
* * * *
Of the few who think
about these things,
Many torture themselves
on fabricated ideals.
* * * *
Though the trinkets and
adornments
May be cast and re-cast
again and again,
The gold ever remains
the same.
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Whoops.
* * * *
Sorry about that.
* * * *
In a sideways,
inside-out, sort of convoluted
Backwards, upside-down,
topsy-turvy way.
* * * *
Can you really prove
you even exist?
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Consciousness
Is merely the crashing
waves
And the surface swells.
The true journey
Is into that
In which
All separation ends.
* * * *
The fools laugh, the
proud mock,
And the humble grow
very still.
* * * *
Can you hear
The gnashing of the
worms
Thirsting for your
soil?
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What can anyone do
But what consciousness
allows?
* * * *
Do not allow life’s
many options to stymie you.
There is just enough
time for you to finish your brief fate.
And what you don’t
complete, what you don’t experience, someone else will.
No one can more than
sample a small morsel of the potential.
Be content that you had
any role to play at all.
* * * *
What authority does any
have
But what you give them?
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None can hear what they
are not ready to hear.
None can see what they
are not ready to see.
* * * *
Meditation is allowing
the field to lie fallow.
* * * *
Though the whole world
May acclaim you, laugh
at you, or scorn you,
What does any of it
truly matter?
* * * *
Wash away the lines of
time
Until only clarity
remains.
* * * *
To the universal mind
Are drawn those most
rare
Who are without choice.
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What some call way out
there is home.
* * * *
To even see your
arrogance
Is the first step
toward humility.
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Godness is not a
concept.
* * * *
To truly be at peace
with others,
You must be so with
your Self.
* * * *
All seams are sewn of
delusion.
* * * *
Where did you go now?
* * * *
Forget who you think
you are.
* * * *
It only seems real
Because we agree it so.
* * * *
When time stops
existing within,
Where are you?
* * * *
Look closely at any
division,
And you will find the
line
Resides only in your
mind.
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Few of the many
Have the capacity
To discern the one.
* * * *
Call it whatever you
will,
There is only the
dynamic process,
The infinite
functioning of a mystery far too vast
To ever be more than
joined in mind.
* * * *
You will never be
Any closer to godness
Than you already are.
* * * *
The theater is the
space.
The actor is the time.
* * * *
It’s all a state of
mind.
* * * *
The busy mind is a full
teacup
With no room for
emptiness.
* * * *
You are this that.
* * * *
The boundary between me
and you,
Is only flesh and
bones.
* * * *
Be Self
Untaught, unformed,
unclaimed,
Un everything.
* * * *
You are a child of the
“I Am.”
* * * *
Of what use is any
thing
Without the space
Which creates its form?
* * * *
A full head is no match
for a clear one.
* * * *
Who are you?
Who asks?
Who says?
* * * *
Some arrive home
Through singular
intent,
Others through eclectic
odyssey.
Some without any rhyme
or reason whatsoever.
So many ways to discern
the unfathomable.
* * * *
Wear the inside of your
face for awhile.
* * * *
The I Am is the black
hole of all concept.
* * * *
Keep your feet on the
ground
And your mind in
totality.
* * * *
It is a mystery of which
you are part.
* * * *
The fountain of youth,
The gold at the
rainbow’s end,
Or the attempt to
attain godlike powers,
All are the vanity of
consciousness
Dreaming continuity
real.
* * * *
What an interesting
thing
That you would expect
another
To do what you cannot
Or will not do.
* * * *
All logic, all rational
thinking,
Must eventually be
overwhelmed
By its mysterious,
incomprehensible origin.
* * * *
What is the point
Of all this spiritual
wordplay
If you do not heal the
schism within.
* * * *
Walk, run, stand, lie,
sit or dance in whatever manner you will,
Your eternal nature is
untouched, unburdened by the play of light.
All the pains and
pleasures concocted of thought are transient
No matter how zealously
you wish them true or permanent.
* * * *
Cause and effect are
the intertwining of time and space,
Of the ironic
perception that there is truly something happening
In the ephemeral here
and now of every moment’s unknowable passing.
* * * *
All children are
innocent of any wrongdoing
Because good and evil
do not exist
In the untarnished
state.
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No parent can ever
provide a completely safe haven for any child.
Any given life
experiences the bittersweetness of existence
Once a seed of this
mystery is unleashed into fate.
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Passion unleashes the
Pandora’s Box of consciousness.
* * * *
Attachment to concepts
Is at the root of the
matter.
None have any ultimate
nature,
Yet the great
significance given them
Is the unceasing cause
and effect
Of the mind’s vanity in
time.
* * * *
You are the one.
* * * *
There’s not much
scarier
Than someone with
charisma
And an agenda.
* * * *
Be sure to learn the
difference
Between love and lust,
romance and reality,
And idealism and fact.
* * * *
The novelty eventually
wears off anything.
* * * *
Watch the changing.
Your are the changing.
* * * *
As long as there is any
life anywhere, anytime,
You will exist.
* * * *
Part of luck is being
ready
To take advantage of a
good wind.
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Another memory just out
of reach.
* * * *
An aimless way.
* * * *
It’s not your problem
That most people
Don’t want to hear
truth
Unless they make it a
problem.
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It’s a one-time thing.
* * * *
No matter how you judge
them,
They were all innocent
at one time.
* * * *
Consciousness is the
movement
And original nature the
stillness.
* * * *
Find the one within the
other
And within the other no
other.
* * * *
Those who see they are
godness create heaven.
Those who seek to
become god create hell.
* * * *
Will humanity ever
discern its Self?
An experiment not yet
complete.
* * * *
To call it good, to
call it bad,
Is to have pretty much overlooked
The reality of the
reality to be discerned.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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