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The
answer to the riddle
Comes
to those who inquire beyond
The
mandatory thoughts of conventional thinking.
* * * *
Being a
scientist, for many,
Seems
to bypass the need
For a
larger responsibility.
* * * *
Inexplicable
as it may be,
I
suppose if god wants to be a poodle,
I just
have to accept it as truth.
Divine
will is a mystery.
* * * *
Challenging
to fly into the sun
And
return unburned, unblinded,
Still
able to fly unfettered.
* * * *
Has it
been made quite clear
That
you are a window to eternity?
* * * *
Silence
is its own reward.
* * * *
Stupid
does as stupid is.
* * * *
Is
there any thought which is not laden
With
the judgment of measurement?
* * * *
It’s
really nothing, thanks.
* * * *
Foolish
errands are your favorite.
* * * *
When
you give your attention
To
anything completely,
All
sense of identity is dissolves.
* * * *
Can you
truly love another
If you
do not love your Self?
* * * *
Is
there any earthbound goal
Which
does not seem superficial
And
rather unnecessary?
* * * *
You are
your own reward....
Hey,
wait a minute.
What do
you mean by that?
* * * *
Always
wonder what it is
You’re
growing into.
* * * *
Self-absorbed
silence.
* * * *
The
immeasurable becomes apparent
When
the active mind surrenders
Its
ceaseless measuring.
* * * *
If you
only knew how ridiculous
Your
self-absorbed game appears,
You
wouldn’t embarrass yourself.
* * * *
Pure
mind is oblivion.
* * * *
Be sure
to examine the definitions.
Meanings
are often very specific,
And you
may miss the message
If you
bound to conclusions.
* * * *
Wisdom
is to life what a quarterback is
To
reading the lie upon the field ahead.
* * * *
How can
you see anything truly
If you
cannot see it as a child?
* * * *
What
effort to maintain an illusion.
* * * *
Space
adds to aesthetics.
* * * *
Don’t
hang around words such as these
Unless
you wish to be fearless.
* * * *
Surely,
god doesn’t bargain with fools.
* * * *
Kowtow
to no one.
* * * *
Stretching
is exploring
The
bounds of the container.
Feel
the stretch fully.
Yoga is
unity.
* * * *
Was it
real?
Or was
it a dream?
* * * *
If you
give me money, please
Don’t
expect me to fawn in return.
* * * *
Meaning
is gleaned
In
momentary increments
Of
comprehension.
* * * *
Take
time to savor your existence
In
whatever way you will.
* * * *
Worship
the god in your Self.
* * * *
All
that is seen and unseen
In the
universe of your consciousness
Is
entirely your own reflection.
* * * *
You can
never be completely sure
Who
will earn your respect or your derision.
Exteriors
can be very deceiving.
* * * *
A
scientist’s greatest delusion
Is that
any measurement is real.
* * * *
The
delusion that these thoughts
Will
significantly change anything is not mine.
All
these contemplations are merely a scrutiny of a dream,
Innumerable
permutations of limitation and potential
As seen
through one mind’s subjective vision.
* * * *
An
evolving work.
A
hobby, nothing more.
* * * *
It is
the randomness of pattern
Which
makes flypaper work.
* * * *
Extrapolate.
* * * *
Sometimes,
This life only seems
As if
its happening for your amusement.
A big
touchy-feely cosmic carnival.
* * * *
Free
will dictates
A very
small segment
Of your
life’s many actions.
* * * *
The
human drama is about things
Which
can be measured.
* * * *
What a
boor.
* * * *
Can any
short-sighted community
Really
more than hope to survive?
* * * *
Values
change.
Truth
does not.
* * * *
There
you are,
Minding
your own gig,
And,
whoosh, another aphorism
Appears
for transcription.
Fate is
a mystery.
* * * *
A self-taught
master of the concise.
* * * *
What
use, envy?
* * * *
Where
once there was a river, there is a bridge.
Where
once there was a tree, there is a parking lot.
Where
once there was a creature, there is a building.
Where
once there was the wind, there is a fence.
Where
once there were stars, there is a lamp.
Where
once there was an ocean, there is a desert.
Where
once there was congruence, there is contention.
What the
vain will of human mind hath wrought upon paradise.
* * * *
What
flowers will come
From
the brew we have concocted?
* * * *
On the
same set, paradigms clash.
* * * *
Oh,
tortured soul,
Come
out, come out, wherever you are.
The
light is out here.
* * * *
A mind
laid bare.
Is any
other mind
Really
so different?
* * * *
There
are no conclusions, only process.
* * * *
A
woman’s body is like a toy to men.
But it
is her soul which makes
Her
truest statement.
* * * *
Do your
homework.
* * * *
Sometimes
you just have to stop
And
take stock in what’s really going on.
* * * *
Here I am
spouting grand philosophy,
And
you’re bothering about dirty laundry!?
* * * *
Why
don’t we all just relax and pick our noses?
* * * *
Why’d
y’all have to go and fuck it up?
* * * *
There
are plenty of reasons
Not to
like anybody or anything.
* * * *
If
something upsets you,
Check
out the upset.
* * * *
It
isn’t a matter of believing your perfection.
It is
being it.
* * * *
Sometimes
just seeing the potential is enough.
* * * *
Any
other way is no way at all.
* * * *
Excess
creates its own limitations.
* * * *
Never
assume you will see anyone or anything again.
* * * *
That
some aspire to it,
It
shall perhaps be so.
* * * *
Living
on the edge, just like everyone else.
* * * *
How
often do the rich want it all
To just
go away?
* * * *
Surrender
to divine will.
* * * *
Make
the most simple your leaders.
They
will not vex or meddle or impede,
And you
will learn to govern yourselves.
* * * *
Return
to the hub to drink fully from its clear depths,
And
solutions to problems will find their way home.
* * * *
Are you
who you think you are,
Or just
who you are?
* * * *
Just
too delicious to swallow.
* * * *
The
powerful have always suppressed the weak.
It is a
fundamental nature of this garden
That
the strong shall survive.
* * * *
Humanity
is the conspiracy.
* * * *
You are
the living godness.
* * * *
Slip
into the clarity prior to all form.
* * * *
If
you’re getting spotted or caught,
Then
you probably aren’t being very smart
About
whatever it is your doing.
Others
are detecting your modus operandi
More
quickly than you delude yourself into believing.
* * * *
Cull
out the rot.
* * * *
It is a
concoction founded upon
Stern
laws and magical effervescence.
* * * *
The end
is as near as the beginning.
* * * *
We were
having too much fun.
* * * *
We do
not stop for time, nor time for us.
We
being one in the same.
* * * *
In this
aloneness we all dance.
* * * *
What’s
good is evil.
What’s
evil is good.
* * * *
How
often enough is not.
* * * *
It need
not make sense.
* * * *
All
equals one, one equals all.
* * * *
Play to
your own drum,
Without
concern if any other follows suit.
* * * *
At the
core of all these atoms,
Where there
has never been its name,
Everything
is very much the same indivisibility.
Nothing
is as nothing does.
* * * *
You are
born into the family.
* * * *
What is
any god but a blank slate
Upon
which all vanity is written.
* * * *
Dial-An-Aphorism
1 (800)
AFORISM.
* * * *
Pay
attention to oncoming vehicles.
Crosswalks
are not castle walls.
* * * *
Goliaths
generally fall harder
Because
they have more to lose.
* * * *
All
vested interests crumble in time.
* * * *
God got
so bored talking to herself
That he
created countless masks
To
pretend s/he really wasn’t.
* * * *
Some
women like to blame men for objectifying them,
But
look how many are playing the game so avidly.
* * * *
Time
will tell.
* * * *
Life is
a theater where everyone dies.
* * * *
That so
many inhabit cyberspace
Is an
intriguing, ill-fated phenomenon.
We are
so into ourselves and our creations.
How
oblivious so many have become to nature.
* * * *
Everything
changes far too quickly
To ever
pretend anything permanent.
* * * *
Rocks
sink.
* * * *
Memories
are all you can hold onto,
And
even then only for as long
As
gravity lets you roam.
* * * *
For so
little so many sell their souls.
* * * *
You
mean she dresses like that,
And
really believes its love
That
inspires flowers?
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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