CVIII
You are
but one of a near infinity of universes,
One
facet of a crest-jewel diamond
Too
huge to fathom.
* * * *
Prepare
as you may for any given circumstance
There
are many moments, many days,
When
only spontaneity will do.
* * * *
Rooting
for the comet, but also open to erasers and C4.
* * * *
Become
buoyant again.
* * * *
The
farthest we’ll ever get into space will be the movies.
* * * *
Truth
is truth,
Relative
in appearance only.
* * * *
“But
you’re supposed to do it my way,”
Whined
the child.
* * * *
You are
left with a teaching
Which
requires only students.
* * * *
Sand is
sand no matter the beach.
* * * *
So much
want leads to nothing.
* * * *
Follow
those who have no desire to lead.
Lead
those who have no desire to follow.
* * * *
Explore
how little you know.
* * * *
To
become one with the primal source
Is the
harvest of this mortal existence.
* * * *
You
cannot kill anyone or anything.
* * * *
Humility
is by far the most arduous, effortless journey.
* * * *
Poor
little body, poor little mind.
What a
challenge, this mortal play.
* * * *
People
who use drugs do so
Because
they change the suffering
Into a
preferable, more tolerable state.
Some
use it to consciously explore
The
relativity of all plays of mind.
* * * *
Life is
full of risks, and no one gets out
Without
paying one dear price or another.
* * * *
The
challenge in any given endeavor
Is
discerning when moderation
Transforms
into excess.
* * * *
Never
corner a tiger
Unless
you are prepared
To
match claw and fang.
* * * *
These
thoughts only come
Because
you listen very closely
To the
still depth of your beingness.
They
will come to any prepared to listen.
* * * *
What
reckoning can there be to so much insanity?
* * * *
Shackles
only create adversity.
* * * *
Tune in.
* * * *
So many
enduring so much pain of their own imagining.
* * * *
You can
only help another
If they
are willing and capable
Of
helping themselves.
* * * *
Need
and want are too very different motivations.
* * * *
What a
burden vanity.
* * * *
True
philosophy has no structure
And is
as primal as before dust’s beginning.
* * * *
Suffering
is an option, not a requirement.
* * * *
Plumb
the depths and there are none but one.
* * * *
Death
becomes us all.
* * * *
Oblivion
is such a peaceful state of being.
* * * *
Aren’t
we all rather lost
In the
maze of space and time,
Trying
so hard to be sure?
* * * *
There
is nothing absolute be absoluteness.
* * * *
Insignificant
as it and anything else ultimately is,
What a
major fuck-up humanity has become.
* * * *
Songs
are sung of many notes.
* * * *
Tack
beyond the restrictions of the human pale,
Beyond
the mythologies of all creation.
* * * *
What an
enticement the intellect.
We are
drawn to the whimsy of thought
As a
moth is the moon’s albedo.
* * * *
Let us
at least try to agree
That
what you think is your business,
And
what I think, is mine.
* * * *
Pause
for as many moments as possible.
In that
moment you are awakened to eternity.
* * * *
Is it
need or want which drives you so?
* * * *
Dare to
say no.
* * * *
How
ridiculous to think humanity’s ballooning population
And
overwhelming dependence on technology can be sustained.
Even
more deaf, dumb and blind are those who still delude themselves
That
our conduct is not having a huge impact on the natural world.
See it
or not, everything is connected and every action ripples.
Pandora’s
Box was opened long ago, and like it or not
We will
all be paying a price for our arrogance.
The
“great adjustment” is inevitable.
* * * *
Amid so
much plenty, another impoverished soul.
* * * *
Live to
whatever degree your fate allows.
* * * *
What a
state on wonder not to know anything.
* * * *
See
through the facade as you may,
The
facade lacks the memory to be concerned.
* * * *
Question
bad decisions
Before
the become bad outcomes.
* * * *
The one
hand clapping doesn’t make a sound.
* * * *
Do it
Before
you prompt others to follow you.
* * * *
Enjoy
you Self.
* * * *
So many
things just don’t have
The
same fizzle they once did.
* * * *
What an
illusion to think your life
Makes
more than an imagined difference.
* * * *
One
breath serves the same purpose as any other.
* * * *
So
arduous to be a child in this world.
* * * *
Just
because somebody makes the effort
To
write their perception of something
Doesn’t
necessarily make it true.
* * * *
Nothing
comes from a vacuum.
* * * *
Would
there be passion without conviction.
* * * *
The
advantage of so-called education
Is that
you may actually learn to learn.
* * * *
Great
expectations so often
Create
great disappointment.
Question
the expectation.
* * * *
Draw a
blank.
* * * *
No one
but you will ever know.
* * * *
So
artificial everything humanity has created.
* * * *
World
weariness raises its tired eyes
And
finds nothing has changed, again.
Could
the world be anything but what it is?
* * * *
How
much more simple can it be?
* * * *
The
words blur together.
* * * *
Put
food out and perhaps the guests will come.
* * * *
What
pleasure is without some form of pain?
* * * *
Movement
is inevitable.
* * * *
The
reason sages teach is probably
Because
they have nothing left to do.
* * * *
Ever
wonder how many people pick their noses
When
they think no one is watching?
* * * *
Be
gentle with yourself.
Most
tortures are self-inflicted.
* * * *
All
this work, and so few pennies for it.
And yet
is there anything as freely given?
Nor
anything as unlikely to cease flowing?
So many
journeys, so many occupations,
But
what did you ever really yearn to do
But
drive a forklift twelve hours a day?
When
was it some friend suggested,
“Why
don’t you write some poetry?”
And
these thoughts the honed result
Of
those twenty-five years-plus hence.
* * * *
What a
fucking mystery existence is.
* * * *
How
obtuse to blame a devil
For any
given misfortune.
* * * *
Status
is overrated.
* * * *
Just
another fairy tale.
* * * *
My gift
to the drama.
* * * *
To be
clear about what you want,
Blessing
or curse?
* * * *
Why is
it some seem to study the sidewalk
So
intently when they walk about?
* * * *
Confusion
is merely a lack of insight into the order.
* * * *
‘Nuff
said, but still you chatter on.
* * * *
From
ignorance springs knowledge,
It
being the same.
* * * *
All
times have their moment.
* * * *
What
difference, really, between selling cars and god?
* * * *
Time is
the great eraser of history.
* * * *
Are you
really any closer to death
At the
end of this sentence
Than
you were at its beginning?
* * * *
Why
bemoan stupidity suffering its due fate?
* * * *
Where
will you be when the questions stop?
* * * *
Ahh,
the pulsations of the play,
The
drama to which illusion applauds.
* * * *
Allow
thoughts of this world,
Or any
other to dissipate,
And
what do you have?
* * * *
It is a
vision that rocks mere mortals.
* * * *
The
best of the worst.
* * * *
No, no,
no …
Where
have all the yeses gone?
* * * *
I might
with you.
* * * *
It was
somebody else’s dream.
* * * *
Perhaps
I have made you
Terribly
frustrated with me.
Oh
well.
* * * *
What’s
the point of a parade
If you
can’t throw candy?
* * * *
You
just want to listen to your own chatter.
* * * *
Having
more power, fame or fortune
Does
not necessarily make you
A
superior human being.
* * * *
He
can’t help it, he’s a man.
She
can’t help it, she’s a woman.
Patterns
rule.
* * * *
The
smell of old.
* * * *
How
many species of human beings there are.
So
different, so alike.
* * * *
I am
not responsible for your vanity.
* * * *
An
undated, unordered, uncategorized
Journal
of reflections.
* * * *
Nothing
better to do with their lives, I suppose.
* * * *
One
path to glory is as good as any other.
* * * *
Wishing
it could be different
Is
about as futile as it gets.
* * * *
A
universe away the pain ceases.
* * * *
This
moment of peace
Brought
to you by inner harmony.
* * * *
How far
measurement has come.
How
much more can we stand?
* * * *
You
really can’t do much about that which is given.
* * * *
The
words just keep coming.
An inexplicable state
of mind, indeed.
* * * *
Bullshit,
bullshit, bullshit, it’s all bullshit,
Except
when it’s cow manure.
* * * *
There
is only this point of illusion
To
which the mind ascribes
So much
mischief and mayhem.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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