CXI
You do
enjoy the curve
Of a
well-turned phrase.
* * * *
Any
distraction will do.
* * * *
There’s
just something missing
In the
linear nature
Of a
lumber company forest.
* * * *
The
pain you’ve endured is nothing
Compared
to what could lie ahead.
* * * *
Don’t
you wonder why you bother sometimes?
* * * *
It a
judge for yourself kind of universe.
* * * *
There
are some lies you’d rather hear.
* * * *
How
green the grass is everywhere else.
* * * *
You
never know when a treasure
Might
be learned or remembered.
Which
are, of course, the same thing.
* * * *
Follow
any train of thought
And
you’ll find the answer.
* * * *
There
are way too many variables for us
To
believe we control the experiment anymore.
* * * *
If you
cannot see with more than two eyes,
You’ll
miss the meaning of everything.
* * * *
How
difficult it must be
For the
lifeforms of this planet
To be
subjugated and destroyed by us.
* * * *
Don’t
let the reflection in the mirror
Convince
you that you are growing old.
You are
far older than any mirage.
* * * *
Another
tube of toothpaste squeezed dry.
How
quickly life passes.
* * * *
There
are times to attack, times to defend,
Times
to retreat, times to hide, times to surrender.
You
cannot resist an unfathomable opponent.
* * * *
To
abide prior to all form and function
Is to
see the commonality
Of all
attributes.
* * * *
Marines
complain a lot, too.
But the
job gets done.
* * * *
What
discipline is sometimes required
To be
loyal to just one woman.
* * * *
Not
that disloyalty is a bad thing.
* * * *
So bold
as children.
Why so
many inhibitions
As time
grows older?
* * * *
You may
pretty clever,
But are
you very bright?
* * * *
In your
adult life, have you ever even taken one breath
Free of
the anxiety of desire’s imaginary play?
* * * *
Consciousness
is the creator of all delusion.
Its
still end is the ending of all delusion.
* * * *
What a
difference between digging a ditch
And
talking about it.
* * * *
As to
what the point is,
Don’t
we each make that up
As we
go along?
* * * *
Do
don’t have to submit.
* * * *
The
last traces of compassion drain away.
* * * *
Be one
with both creation and destruction.
The are
flip sides of the same illusionary coin.
* * * *
Find
the most elemental within
And you
will see it everywhere.
* * * *
Another
gift from god.
* * * *
What a
curse to be so driven.
* * * *
Are you
a human being?
Or a
human doing?
* * * *
Be
careful what doors you open.
They
are not always easy to close,
Nor the
rooms easy to leave.
* * * *
Oh,
that some things would never change.
* * * *
How
locked in habitual patterns
Each
and everyone of us.
* * * *
Just
because someone else is attached
Doesn’t
mean you must be.
* * * *
Disappear
into a breath.
* * * *
Perfection
is.
* * * *
What is
your life?
* * * *
Give
your eyes to godness?
* * * *
The
mind is a screen of virtual reality
Filled
with dramas to suit your nature.
* * * *
Learning
happens in so many ways,
Prices,
and methods of payment.
* * * *
You
forget else you would
Be
herenow all the time.
* * * *
There
is something timeless about revenge.
* * * *
There
will be peace soon enough.
* * * *
Only
the innocent bear no grudges.
* * * *
Just
another drug weaving
Its
spell upon consciousness.
* * * *
You are
very, very equal
To
everything and everyone.
* * * *
Mazemaker.
* * * *
The
difference between war and terrorism
Is
merely a matter of economic scale.
* * * *
There’s
not much reality base
In the
view from an ivory tower.
* * * *
Life is
suffering, and most people do.
* * * *
An infinity
of analogies.
* * * *
Irony
walker.
* * * *
This is
the mortal exchange.
* * * *
What
penis doesn't think it’s cock of the walk?
* * * *
Remember
What
you used to remember?
So much
forgotten.
* * * *
More of
the same old same old.
* * * *
Ponder
the agony
All
life since creation
Has
endured.
* * * *
Despite
all sensory stimulation to the contrary,
Every
moment is exactly the same.
* * * *
Guaranteed
they’ll only care till the next headline.
How is
it we have become so comfortably numb?
* * * *
Personal
responsibility
Is what
its all about.
* * * *
You can
statistically count on the reality
That
any given lifeform, human or otherwise,
Will
act in whatever way suits its own best interest.
* * * *
We are
all acts of incongruity.
* * * *
Isn’t
there something quite incredible
About
the everyday ordinariness of it all?
* * * *
Some
wade, some float, some swim.
The
drama runs every course
Under
the sun.
* * * *
Stupidity
has a very good batting average.
* * * *
So many
dramas, so many dreams.
Call
them dreamas.
* * * *
So,
what do you want from god?
* * * *
So many
dreams playing out each other.
* * * *
It’s
all cycles and phases.
* * * *
Well,
it didn’t kill you, so are you stronger?
* * * *
Look,
but don’t touch,
May be
the wiser policy.
* * * *
The
trick is to enjoy the process of futility.
* * * *
How
often a face seems to show the underlying spirit.
* * * *
Despite
all appearances to the contrary,
You are
not the role you play.
* * * *
In
reality, history has never been
More
than a short term proposition.
* * * *
A lot
of things get done in youth
That
won’t happen down the pike.
* * * *
If you
listen fully,
There
will be no room for thought.
* * * *
God
must be so weary of us.
Probably
not dead;
Just
stopped paying attention.
* * * *
As real
as she seems, she, too,
Is a
ghost, a spirit passing like smoke
Across
the screen of your senses.
* * * *
We’ve
all got more words than we need.
* * * *
Everyone
plays out the play
According
to the script
Their
imagination has written.
* * * *
It’ as
simple as that.
* * * *
All
plots wash into oblivion’s still silence.
* * * *
I got
nothing to do well.
* * * *
A
little power shows one’s
True
character very quickly.
* * * *
Nice
theory.
What
remains of your life
Will be
its test.
* * * *
Bodily
functions.
How
tiring they can be.
* * * *
If you
have to ask, “What’s the point?”
Then
it’s probably not for you.
* * * *
You’re
not thirsty, you’re not hungry,
You’re
not wanting for anything,
Yet
still you want something.
* * * *
Nothing
left to prove, what to do?
* * * *
Good
manners are so much more pleasant.
* * * *
The
time that is known
Is not
the time that passes.
* * * *
Some
people spend their lifetimes
Studying
pygmies in South America
Or gnat
dung in a funded laboratory.
You? You spent it channel surfing
Time
and space in every manner
The
twentieth century offered.
Special
thanks to the many
Denizens
of California
Whose
performances
Offered
endless grist
For the
mill of this mind.
* * * *
This
one’s for you.
* * * *
Seek
wisdom
And
then release its shackles
As you
have all others.
* * * *
You are
blessed to be so mad.
Would
that it were so contagious
That
this human extravaganza
Might
retrieve some sanity.
* * * *
Always
assume the bullet
Is
chambered and the safety off.
* * * *
The
separation created by the senses is ever an illusion,
One
that the seer must become blind to, to see clearly.
* * * *
Every
strand of beingness
Is the
point that has no point
The
center that has no center.
The
babbling of consciousness
To
which you hold is all illusion.
* * * *
The
knower knows only
A
limited frame of reference.
Wisdom
is the extrapolation
Of the
common distillation
Of all
consciousness.
* * * *
The
bricks of time have erected
The
illusory walls of separation
In
minds across the human play.
* * * *
You
may have all the answers,
But do you really
believe you need
To be thinking about
them
All the time?
* * * *
Who
knows who’s who
Where’s where,
What’s what,
Why’s why,
When’s when,
Or how’s how?
* * * *
Most
seekers only seek
To
stroke their vanity.
* * * *
Even
wisdom becomes noise,
More
conceptual entertainment.
* * * *
Ask
yourself who you are
Until
you discern who you are not.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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