26 August 2013

Chapter 100 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


C

If you cannot discern a moderate perspective,
If you cannot keep your many passions in check,
Your cravings, your urges, your appetites, your lusts,
Extremes of every sort, can easily destroy you.

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All you want is illusion.

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Dreams are the mark of a mind
Entangled in the theater
Of its own creation.

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It is acceptable not to pretend to know what you cannot.
Agnosticism is perspective of anyone who is authentic.

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The only real solution to your view of this universe is death.

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Understanding how things work
Doesn’t mean you must
Participate that way.

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How insidious identification.

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So many things yet to pretend.

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Let us try once again
To make it perfectly clear.

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Treat your body with a reasonable amount of care.
It is a very vulnerable meat machine, a temporary vehicle
Through which space-time may appear as either heaven or hell.

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Be moderate in the seven deadly pleasures:
Gluttony, greed, sloth, envy, wrath, lust and pride.

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The most innocuous spot is the best place to hide.

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Students of irony mark their own way.

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Ah, the wonder of an orderly society.

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Compassion comes
When you know others
As you do your Self.

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Who begrudges anyone great or small
A breath of air, a bowl of food, or a cup of water,
Or a secure, clean dwelling to live and sleep?
Words don’t count for much without these.

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Those relatively few across time, across space,
Who have pondered things deeply
Have a quiet kinship.

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Respect does not require any pretense.

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One of those days when you may as well
Keep pen dangling over paper.

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You are not obligated to be interested in anything,
Nor are you denied the right to be interested in everything.

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What happens when you allow
The other entry into your mind?

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Your beliefs hinder you seeing it directly.

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To associate these thoughts
With any particular era of history
Might well miss its pointless nature.

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What death is ever not timely?

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He wondered how smoothly the panties
Would slide down her silky thighs.

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Sometimes busy-busy, sometimes not.
Sometimes times pass so quickly,
Others almost entirely stopped.
Whoever knows the known
Can only briefly fathom
That which will ever
Be unknown.

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Rarely on time, the clock hands
Spin their endless course
Of round and round.

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Something new to think about.

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Who has room for those without boundaries?

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Is not life reward enough?

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A compendium,
A chronicle of reflections
A collection of aphoristic musings,
Of the day-to-day streaming of consciousness.

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You will be something’s feast someday.

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How easily the corruption of greed seizes a soul.

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The costume box of your mind.

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Why do you gauge yourself by the popular line?

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It’s as empty as it is full.

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We are all so susceptible to our ignorance.

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Flowers seek admiration.

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Bound to form, you ride
The ebb and flow of your passion.

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But for the inattention of consciousness,
You are always absolutely present
In  the eternal here-now.

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What a mystery any fate is.

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What are you looking for in any relationship?

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Give and take without thoughts of obligation.

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Sifting through the ashes, Buddha awakens.

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Pretty hard not to detest
Some parts of your life.

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What will kill you?
How will you die?

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Alas, alas, the body does not respond
To your commands as it once did.

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Concepts are just sounds
Unless you know what they mean.

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Your life is how you use your energy.

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How far can pathetic go?

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Something’s rising somewhere.

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Imagination makes great leaps of faith.

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First there was the world,
And then there was naught.

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As meaningless as it is,
We still give it what we can.

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You’ve got one chance at every moment.

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Thoughts are flickering energy.
To what can one be attached
But the vanity that this thunderstorm,
This barrage of the senses, is somehow real.

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In the company of like minds, there is no other.

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Do not trust any business
To weigh your best interests
Over its demanding bottom line.
They all vie for your gullibility.

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Bypass the bullshit.

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This ground is not for sale.

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In death you are reborn.

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The mirage of greener grass
Entices all but the most content.
Move any direction, it is all the same.

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Contentment is mastery.

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The existential cruelty of it all.

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A dancing wit plays to the company of time.

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The way is the creator or all function,
Yet remains untouched by form.

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We do love our memorials to vanity.

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The sun feels very warm
When the gray clouds are not
Making everything seem very cool.
Another good day to die.

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Sensuality beckons us all taste the tasteless nature.

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An existence that never was,
Mesmerized by an ethereal imagination
Which could only pretend to be.

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After awhile experience become like rain filling a bucket.
Patter, patter, patter, one after another, nothing but process.

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Does it often seem afterwards as if nothing really happened?

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Who know their world unto death?

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Innocence is the time of causes.

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Time is what you make of it.

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No devil can tempt you without your collusion.

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Money is not one of the higher indicators of success.

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Just putting it all in the same perspective as gnat dung.

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Religions pretend god and the devil
Are playing some huge chess game for our souls.
How gullible and naive the masses.

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You want so badly for it to be more, always more.
Your vanity makes what is so simple so complex.

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One of the major benefits of worldly wealth
Is that you get to move a lot of things around.

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What to do after you’ve realized buddhahood
May be the more pertinent question.

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We all learn so many different things.

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Ho hum.

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Pooh on all this babble.
Naps and honey are meaning enough.

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Human vanity seeks divine sanction
For all its arbitrary self-absorptions.

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Is it all you can be, or all you are?

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Caveat to all who wander into the sun:
Nothing will ever be the same.

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Can you feel the inside of your skull?
Where does infinity begin?

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Some embrace technology
And a some reject or ignore it.
But it is with us, like it or not.
There is no going back.

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So, what are your real intentions.

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To discern what it is,
You must perceive so much
That it is not, never was, will never be.

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What is true?  What is false?
And is there any difference?

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Surprise attacks are dealt best surprise defenses.

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Limitations have a way of kicking in
When you reach your capacity.

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No matter how known you seem,
You really can really never be.
Others can truly only discern
Illusory presence, not the infinity.

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You’ve learned a lot about Maya,
But what have you really learned?

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Comparison will not take you there.

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There where?

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Just try throwing or giving things away.
Chances are you won’t miss most of them.

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One was killed at the end of a bayonet when he was three.
Another by a gang of five youths while begging for food,
And the third was not recognized by the border guard,
And allowed to pass without writing anything down.

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Whether you pray or not,
Your fleshy vanity will succumb
To the reality of mortal whim.
God doe not play favorites
Despite all your rosy delusions.

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How easy to miss the irony and paradox of any given moment.

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Boring is as boring does.

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Yes, they are not really that much bigger
Than toothpicks, but they are grand.

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Your really don’t know where the hell you are.

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In all things see your Self.

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It is all the whimsical nature of stardust.

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How many fellow creatures
We subjugate for pleasure or harvest,
Or destroy if they do not serve us
In way, shape or manner.

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If you get all legalistic about this,
You’ll probably miss the point.

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If life was always comfortable,
You might never let go.

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It is only now which counts.

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Another soul marred by personality.

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Despite all voices to the contrary.
You are very much alone,
A mystery
Unto your Self.


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The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
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