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Those
who rise to the top of one heap or another
Usually
kissed at least one ass very earnestly.
* * * *
All
self-imagery is delusional.
* * * *
Are you
sure you haven’t lived this moment before?
Are you
sure you are living it now?
* * * *
Find peace
in the sovereignty of aloneness.
* * * *
That
little spot of warmth
Whittles
a small, brief niche
Between
cold sheets.
* * * *
Yes, I
may well be
Wrong
about all this,
But
then, so might you.
In
fact, we may all be.
The
joke’s on all of us.
* * * *
Can an
infinite riddle ever be solved?
* * * *
Seeing
is enough.
* * * *
Ain’t
New Agey enough for ya, eh?
* * * *
How
easy to resent the body-mind
For its
limitation, frailty and submission
To
sickness, injury, aging, dying
And
other whims of time.
* * * *
It will
find its own audience.
* * * *
The
mind-body is forged in time,
Its
many notions blending to its relativity.
* * * *
Pleasure
can cut very deep.
* * * *
Humanity’s
time
Began
with brawn.
Will it
end with brain?
* * * *
Whatever
happens
After
this body falls away
Ain’t
gonna mean diddly-squat
To this
temporal witness.
It’s
been an amusing reverie,
But not
worth much more bother.
* * * *
The way
to disentangle a knot
Is to
discern its infinite reality.
* * * *
Honesty
may not always be the best policy.
* * * *
Mirages
fade into reality.
* * * *
Every
trade has its tricks.
* * * *
All the
things you want
That
you do not even begin to need.
* * * *
You
want meaning and purpose,
Yet
cannot discern it through any thought.
* * * *
The law
of nature shall prevail.
* * * *
Best
laid plans are fluid, open to changing circumstance.
* * * *
The
real mystery, the real question,
Is why
you keep doing all this to yourself.
* * * *
One
asshole or another
Usually
ends up thinking
S/he
runs the show.
* * * *
So many
worlds you’ll never see.
* * * *
This is
what happens when we open up to the bullshit.
* * * *
People
get really confronted by blood issues.
* * * *
I
really don’t give a gnat’s ass about what humanity does with this.
These
thoughts are just a bunch of observations, field notes
For my
own inane, therapeutic, irascible amusement.
A body
of arrogance written till this body
Exhales
its last tired breath.
* * * *
It’s
always been about might makes right.
Energy
systems vying for temporary position,
Any
given plot as vainly meaningless as any other.
* * * *
These
thoughts are for people who do riddles.
* * * *
Dear
God, are you having a great time?
Fuck
you.
* * * *
Sure,
we’ll all be happy
To haul
up another stone
For
your pyramid to vanity.
* * * *
There’s
a little more.
* * * *
Anybody
you open up to, any door you open,
Creates
an exchange, an evolution of consciousness.
Drops
falling, rippling out in an imaginary pond.
* * * *
The
common nature of our essential skeleton.
* * * *
Followers
can be great puppeteers.
* * * *
What
matters, really?
* * * *
The
wider net catches more fish.
* * * *
Ignorance
plods toward its inevitable ends
Through
its endlessly predictable means.
* * * *
On the
calendar, any event seems so far away,
Yet
each moment it acquires heightened anticipation
Until
finally its wave crests, as all time does, into memory.
* * * *
You’re
the product of an education.
* * * *
What
makes human beings believe
They
are any better or different
Than
any other cancer,
Bacteria,
virus or killer bee?
* * * *
What an
incredibly warped emphasis
Sexuality
has attained in the human psyche.
* * * *
Security
is as probable as accurately predicting
Exactly
what will happen the next moment.
* * * *
Succumb
to one delusion or another,
It is
all the same.
* * * *
So many
believe their privileged existence is a right.
* * * *
Isn’t
it interesting how we seem to need
So-called
experts to corroborate the obvious?
* * * *
Symbolic
after the fact.
* * * *
So many
things to do for things.
* * * *
The
tomorrows of today
Will
ever be the today of tomorrow.
Time is
the play of mind.
* * * *
So
ignorant of our ignorance.
* * * *
Angst
is what happens
When
you hold on too tightly
To any
thought.
* * * *
What
will the survivors of today
Think
tomorrow?
* * * *
One
wonders if scientists and mathematicians
Truly
understand what the word infinity means.
* * * *
One day
love just ambled into being.
* * * *
You are
the scene, and the scene is you.
* * * *
Just
another big-little headline.
A few
letters upon the sands of time’s
Wave-beaten,
ever-present shore.
* * * *
Remain
still, uncommitted to any name.
* * * *
Kill or
be killed.
What
difference but a few more breaths,
A few
more transient, random thoughts.
* * * *
Too shy
to do more,
Too
bold to do less.
* * * *
Is it
what you have or don’t have
Which
weights your day’s passing?
* * * *
Duress
awakens the survivor
And
dampens the wonder.
* * * *
Do you
cut your losses quickly,
Or wait
until the anchored rope
Quietly
fastens around an ankle
And
drags you into infinite depths?
Uncoiled
rope finds mischievous ends.
* * * *
Mythology
is the play of a busy mind.
* * * *
Money
comes and goes
No
different than anything else
But
though the mind’s transmutation.
* * * *
Value
is relative to circumstance.
* * * *
Is
there any greater waste of time
Than
reasoning with a fool?
* * * *
Adopt a
larger vision.
* * * *
The sum
is often greater than its parts.
* * * *
So much
invested in nerve impulses.
* * * *
Please
don’t make this into another form of idolatry.
* * * *
Fragmentation
only fragments further and further.
Adopting
a holistic view require great indifference.
* * * *
Why
this incredible desire to be entertained.
* * * *
You are
a piece of infinity.
* * * *
Stop
trying to solve it.
It is
insoluble.
Be
still.
* * * *
What a
world we leave our descendants.
* * * *
You
think you know so much already.
* * * *
Separate
the legend from anyone
And
they’re probably not all that different.
Pedestals
are such illusory creations.
* * * *
Some
feel such a need to pretend
They
are more important than others.
* * * *
Fascinating
how so many utterly savage conquerors
Get
such good reviews when histories are written
By
those who their passing favorably inclines.
* * * *
Maybe
there is a god,
And
maybe there never was.
Either
way each must still endure
To
whatever potential capable.
* * * *
Inheriting
a look can be something of a curse.
* * * *
Imagine
where even just one different turn
Might have
directed the river of your life.
* * * *
Ahh,
the art of puttering.
* * * *
Priorities
change like an unfaithful wind.
* * * *
What a
gift the release from time.
* * * *
The
more they try to rationalize it,
The
more deluded any religion sounds.
* * * *
Respectability
is overrated.
* * * *
And
what does a pat on the head
From
god matter, anyway?
* * * *
God is
free, but the copies will cost you?
* * * *
Don’t
let any demon ruin your day.
* * * *
Give
yourself at least a few moments
To occasionally
be relatively carefree.
* * * *
Science
holds back the walls of reality.
* * * *
History
is just a few neurons from evaporation.
* * * *
It will
find you when you seek it.
* * * *
Clear
your mind of mortal spawn.
* * * *
Torn,
you pull every way.
Can you
have the cake and eat it, too?
* * * *
It’s as
simple as breathing.
* * * *
How
inept all explanation.
* * * *
Any
motive to measure is suspect.
* * * *
Those
who want so much often get it
Because
so few stand in their way.
* * * *
Holyfuckingshit,
Batman.
* * * *
To
expect gratitude is to be disappointed.
* * * *
Life is
learning to use the body-mind,
And
then having to eventually let it all go.
* * * *
The
penis leads many down the path of regret.
* * * *
Nothing
like plucking victory from certain loss.
* * * *
Material
insecurity.
* * * *
Another
useless measurement.
* * * *
Some
are born thinking they are leaders,
And
then there are those who should be.
* * * *
Most,
if not all, think and believe
What
makes them feel most comfortable.
Truth
has little to do with anything.
* * * *
Leftovers
can be pretty chilly.
* * * *
Wealth
is a process of detachment.
* * * *
How
delusional any self-importance.
* * * *
Perhaps
you hoped, or even expected,
That It
would, could be any different?
* * * *
Another
gruesome lesson.
* * * *
The
still mind, the aware mind is a seamless eternal portal.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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