CVII
How
will you serve with your given time?
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Thanks
for your support.
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Is it
conspiracy at much as mindset?
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What
presumption.
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Keep
your nose on your own face.
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My oh
my, another day so quickly bye.
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To look
at nothing in particular
Is to
see the everything in all.
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How
many, how few truly appropriate
The
course their lives have taken?
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Look
without desire, see without fear.
Learn
without holding, know without grasping.
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What
makes one set of moments
More
important than another?
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Have
you spent your short life
Worrying
about way too many things?
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Got
better things to do than sit around
Listening
to pretend-to-know-it-all people
Who
don’t really know any more than I do.
* * * *
Rather
curious
How
some chemical combinations are legal,
And
others, often much less harmful, are not.
Tis an
insane world run by vested interests.
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History
will soon forget you.
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If you
don’t have it in your garage,
It’s
probably in your head.
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Never
quite understand
Who
people think they’re following.
* * * *
We all
seek our own level of mediocrity.
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Consciousness
roughs up everything.
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Time
passes impervious to even
The
most resolute challenges.
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Nothing
to hide,
Nothing
to pretend,
Nothing
to defend,
Nothing
to borrow,
Nothing
to lend,
Nothing
to protect,
Nothing
to contend.
* * * *
All is
Om.
Om is
all.
* * * *
The
irony is beyond measurement.
* * * *
You are
as pure as the driven snow
Smashed
into tire-blackened slush.
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Only
the mind born of time is finite.
* * * *
Surrender
to the fact.
Plug
into the silence of it all.
* * * *
As long
as there is an other,
There
will be contention.
* * * *
Got no
commitment to time
Other
than surviving mine.
* * * *
Why am
I with you?
Because
I never met myself before.
* * * *
Life is
a game, and those who play
Win by
their own rules.
* * * *
The
passerby saunters aimlessly along
Observing
his/her image in the many windows.
What is
window shopping all about, anyway?
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Churches
are all about numbers.
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If you
live it, you won’t have to say it.
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Creation
and destruction are the same thing.
* * * *
Think
about it before you jerk your knee.
* * * *
Once you’re
dead, it isn’t going to matter when.
* * * *
Trying
to talk others into seeing it your way...
What a
joke.
* * * *
Ignorance
is the winner.
Stupid
people breed more.
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Fates
are such strange things.
* * * *
How
purifying detachment.
* * * *
Subtlety
is lost upon ignorance
* * * *
There
must surely be an answer in the yellow pages
In the
phone booth along the Yellow Brick Road.
* * * *
If you
cannot understand the ground,
How can
you ever hope to win any battles,
Much
less an entire campaign or war?
* * * *
Nothing
can insure victory
If
there is inattention, sloth or arrogance.
* * * *
Models
of virtue are so easily toppled.
* * * *
What
range personalities have
In
their adaptive synergies.
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The
seed of creation are hedged
By
equally capable and determined
Flames
of destruction.
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Logic
is logic, no matter the route taken.
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Virtue
is its own reward.
* * * *
Some
things bear repeating.
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What is
this doubt?
* * * *
How
extraordinarily ordinary.
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So
easily whispered, so easily forgotten.
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The
nets of god are tattered by the knives of hell.
* * * *
Tell me
it ain’t so, and I will say,
“Look
again, closer, friend.”
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Consciousness
is the maker of all games.
* * * *
Play
till the curtain falls and the stage is struck.
* * * *
Look
out into the stars
Until
you can discern your own eye.
* * * *
S/he
did it again.
* * * *
Pawns
are blessed with little importance.
Kings,
queens and their many minions
Are
deluded by the echoes of history.
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Hope is
the grasping straw of fear.
* * * *
Life is
so predictable, but for all the changes.
* * * *
Everyone
is missing the fucking pointlessness.
* * * *
From
earth, wind, water and fire,
The
understanding that all things
Change
in their own due course.
* * * *
All
over the world, lots of soap operas,
Lots of
dull stories made into soap operas.
* * * *
Never
shop for food when you’re hungry.
Never
shop for a mattress when you’re nap-ish.
* * * *
At or
with, a laugh’s a laugh.
* * * *
So many
so close, yet so far
From
discerning a free reality.
* * * *
Amazing
what comes to pass
When
you surrender your sail
To the
passing wind of another.
So many
experiences you would
Never
have adventured otherwise.
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Sometimes
you wonder when it will end.
Other
times you realize you will miss it so.
* * * *
It’s
all illusion, not just the parts you don’t like.
* * * *
So many
way to addict to illusion.
* * * *
Pandora’s
Box was opened long ago.
* * * *
To all
of you who need to hear this:
Get
over it.
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Ahh,
again and again, the insanity of vanity.
* * * *
So many
out of balance,
So many
spinning in orbits
Beyond
hope of recovery.
* * * *
Some
see how it is to be another
And
become compassionate.
Other
merely intolerant and cruel.
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Death
is just consciousness
Slipping
back into the ground.
* * * *
What,
pray tell, are you holding onto?
* * * *
How
sweet the oblivion of personal experience.
* * * *
Dissipate
now.
* * * *
Which
catastrophe will it be today?
* * * *
A wind
without a wake.
* * * *
Pride
taints everything and everyone,
But for
the most detached discernment.
* * * *
Is that
so?
* * * *
Aladdin’s
Lamp, Pandora’s Box.
What do
they mean, anyway?
* * * *
You
can’t measure what really counts.
* * * *
Why do
you ask?
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How
full the empty moment.
* * * *
So
quickly it passes,
But for
the traces of memory,
As if
it never happened.
* * * *
This
moment of peace was brought to you
By a
quiet, desireless, fearless, detached mind.
* * * *
Keep
the slate empty.
* * * *
This
moment is brought to you by your Self.
* * * *
Humility
comes cheap.
* * * *
Remind
yourself how little say
You
have in anything.
Real
choice is an illusion.
* * * *
The
“great adjustment” is an inevitable when, not if.
* * * *
Wisdom
is something of a loner sport.
* * * *
The
trouble with so many things
Is you
just cannot start over.
* * * *
Nothing
done,
Nothing
left undone.
* * * *
It’s
all about process.
Once
you understand that clearly,
Everything
unfolds into its rhyme and reason,
Whether
you stream with it or resist it,
You
will have to deal with it.
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Who
were the first to think about such things?
* * * *
You
need not take another’s fate as your own.
* * * *
All
fates are comprised upon one fact.
The
same moment transports all.
* * * *
Another
night of aphoristic indulgence.
* * * *
Call
it, call me, call anything whatever you please.
Names
matter to those who do not understand.
* * * *
Wisdom
comes from not needing to do it all anymore.
* * * *
What tragedy
will the news bring this day?
* * * *
Eden
drifts like smoke, unaware of its essential nature.
Only
consciousness intuits the glimmer of the illusive truth,
And
even that bit of awareness must be called fallacy.
* * * *
Discover
your Self.
It
doesn’t matter if anyone else does.
* * * *
What is
fame but a bunch of people
Finding
out a bit more about your delusion.
What’s
the big deal?
* * * *
Nursing
a cigar, you ponder the smoke
And
wonder at its simplicity.
* * * *
There
is no quest, there is no path,
There
is naught but the illusion
That
existence is somehow real.
* * * *
What is
not vain in the human mind?
* * * *
So much
to unlearn,
Instantaneous
as it may be.
* * * *
Illusion
is as illusion does.
* * * *
Could
by expect more or less from any other way?
* * * *
Any
groupthink is ultimately founded
Upon
one flawed assumption or another.
* * * *
Nothing
really matters.
* * * *
Remember
to forget until you forget to remember.
* * * *
No
need to be shy about the truth of the real you.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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