25 August 2013

Chapter 112 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


CXII

Where would the ocean be
If it resisted its play between
Tranquility and devastation?

* * * *
Once desire is sewn,
Passion is the harvest.

* * * *
Even the top of the food chain
Must someday succumbs to the bottom.
The cycle of existence is ever in perfect harmony.

* * * *
Get back to square one.

* * * *
Who exists but an imagined, delusional entity
Born of space-time’s light and shadow illusion?

* * * *
Normal has a relative foundation.

* * * *
And it looked around at all the other amoebas
And wondered why it didn’t feel like one anymore.

* * * *
You speculate until it’s no longer necessary.

* * * *
Consciousness is scribed
Upon the indivisible nature,
A document which leaves no trace
But though the delusion of individualism.

* * * *
So many sets dreamed,
So many plots rehearsed,
So many more to pretend,
Before dreamtime’s end.

* * * *
You cannot see beyond your Self.

* * * *
We drift in may, maya ourselves.

* * * *
Sometimes the best way to avoid a conflict
With your fellow man is to avoid your fellow man.

* * * *
The I am you think you are
Is not the I am you are.

* * * *
Sometimes complete destruction
Is the only avenue to clarity.

* * * *
So-called addictions
Are a great opportunity
To practice discipline.

* * * *
Those who discern the impersonal
Discern it the same.

* * * *
We are absorbed by our sexuality
In so many blatant and subtle ways.

* * * *
Destruction is as sure as each moment’s creation.

* * * *
A leader who does not value all life
In his strategic and tactical maneuvers
Is no leader worth following.

* * * *
You are truly the wealth prior to all dreams.

* * * *
The picture is far bigger than any
Can ever do more than imagine.

* * * *
The collective will is the sorter of time and space.

* * * *
Play the part all puppets are.

* * * *
Through the senses the mind demarcates
Time in order to sustain its finite existence.

* * * *
When you were a child, you did what children do.
When you became and adult, you did what adults do.
When you became that which is godness,
It became all one in the same.

* * * *
The unimpeded river
Washes away the traces
Of personal identity.

* * * *
What is not the ocean
When all mountains
Are seen as sea?

* * * *
It was our attachment to sounds
Which cast us from Eden.

* * * *
You are that which sets all burdens free.

* * * *
The truth is somewhere between the lines.

* * * *
The vampire’s potential is within each and every one of us,
But what delight any gives the devilish nature
Is the story of any soul’s journey.

* * * *
The fulfillment of time is imagination’s chore.

* * * *
Beware those who want to lead you.

* * * *
Was it me?  Was it you?
Who can say what in life
Each of us was born to do?

* * * *
I have seen many tacks,
Charted quite a few, and those left,
I leave to you, the who’s who of this vast dream.

* * * *
It’s tough being appreciated and honored
Only for things which do not really matter.

* * * *
Oh, valiant dreamer, dust’s glory in time’s theater.

* * * *
Let the chips of arrogance fall where they will.

* * * *
You may identify yourself
As one concept or another,
But in fact you are That I Am
The truth, the light, the way.

* * * *
It is that which is timeless
Which sets its Self free.

* * * *
Did you wake up today, still alive?

* * * *
You think you are, therefore you are,
Yet are you some uniquely special you are,
Or just a general run-of-the-mill you are?
Do grains of sand vie for position?

* * * *
Can any world be understood
As anything more than it is?

* * * *
Is time really worth that pile of gold?

* * * *
Let the river wash away all the glory
In that finite mind of your imagination.

* * * *
We each pretend to be what pops into our heads.
Where is the choice in any puppet’s dance?

* * * *
Just an energy transfer unit
Held together by the same.

* * * *
How many countless times has the ocean rained
Upon the mountains and then run back to itself?

* * * *
You have seen through the many who have not.

* * * *
When you look in a mirror
Or at a photograph of yourself,
What but delusion makes you believe
That two-dimensional image is really you?

* * * *
So many clues before you.
Are you too blind to see?

* * * *
Is space travel for us
Any different than a flea
Jumping to another host?
Or any other parasite
To another victim?

* * * *
All your judgments
Cannot change a thing.
They only create more bother
In an already very bothered dream.

* * * *
Time is the separation within us all.

* * * *
The harvest of any soul is within.

* * * *
Masters become masters after many beginnings.

* * * *
A blind man asks you what you’ve done,
And how can you begin to explain
The countless times you’ve been one?

* * * *
If time were real,
Wouldn’t you be able
To travel it more than once?

* * * *
Time is an endless string of waves
In which every rise is subject to a fall,
Some greater, some lesser, all hinging
On the indifference of the ocean beyond.

* * * *
How challenging it is
To be civilized, to be human
In an uncivilized, inhuman universe.

* * * *
The echoes of your ancient ancestors
Reverberate in your genetic predispositions.
You are another seed blooming in time,
Pretending your choices real
In a choiceless field.

* * * *
Ignorance makes many bargains with delusion.

* * * *
How quickly the masks change,
Often deceiving even the most astute.

* * * *
When the images born of time fall away,
The witness is absorbed in eternity’s silence.

* * * *
Methinks you pretend to know too much.

* * * *
In memory all things twist and turn and turn and twist.
Time’s passing sees histories change in many ways
Whose version of any event can ever be known fully?

* * * *
The attributes of any given seed,
Its potential capacities and limitations
Define its play in time’s unfolding.

* * * *
You cannot live forever in any form.
Only in timelessness are you immortal.

* * * *
The universal is so obvious that it is inane
To deceive yourself and others
That it is not.

* * * *
Gods are invented to justify our mania.

* * * *
The last hurrah before me final trampling.

* * * *
Beneath the thin, short timeline
Of those remembered in human history
Are buried the anonymous masses
Who made everything possible.

* * * *
Why are you still hanging here?
Your usefulness is coming to a close,
And you want so little from this vain drama
That it has becoming more effort than it’s worth.

* * * *
As any field, the mind needs
To occasionally lie fallow
That it is not depleted
By the rotations
Of consciousness.

* * * *
Where is the choice in all this?

* * * *
Doesn’t it make perfect sense that godness
Would create and allow every possibility?

* * * *
If there was truly a point to all this,
Wouldn’t we all have the same one?

* * * *
Such things are for those caught
In the flurries of illusive form.

* * * *
Try applying everything about others to yourself.
The karma of it all becomes instantaneously clear.

* * * *
You are the same here and now
In countless forms in every point in time.

* * * *
Life requires many dues.

* * * *
Death shows no mercy to any life.

* * * *
We are genetic balloons filled with the mystery of godness.

* * * *
Enemies have a way of making themselves,
Often without much help from those they resent.
Resentment and hate keep the boredom at bay.

* * * *
Duty and obligation
Are will inspired outwardly.
What come from within naturally?

* * * *
See this and all schisms are healed instantaneously.

* * * *
As long as consciousness is deemed real,
You will be caught in the endless
Ebb and flow of duality.

* * * *
Some are born to be mystical fools.
It is truly less a choice than a calling.
They are drawn like moths to the flame.

* * * *
Dredge the harbor of all delusion.

* * * *
Human existence is not the be-all-end-all
So many delude themselves into thinking.

* * * *
All these writings don’t even amount
To a dribble of snot on a gnat’s nose.

* * * *
Are thoughts such as these a denial of life,
Or a clear exposure of what it truly is?

* * * *
So many make every attempt
To drag you back into their limitations.

* * * *
A good leader voices what needs to be heard
Which may often not be what many people want.
Why pick leaders who will ultimately fail you?

* * * *
Laugh your self-imagery away.

* * * *
Our ultimate failing is that we lack vision.

* * * *
The only way to stop the tears
Is to peel the onion all the way down.

* * * *
You have truly not aged one iota.

* * * *
Fate is god’s plan.
Chance is god’s humor.

* * * *
How many incomprehensible moments
There are in any life when decisions
Can often never be sure until
Well after, if ever at all.

* * * *
What do you know
But what you have chosen to know
For whatever reason.

* * * *
Do not be bound
By the parameters of any other.
Freedom is the inner vision.

* * * *
It is prior to all recognition, all knowledge.
It is the all-knowing awareness of amness.

* * * *
The irony of showing others the way to freedom
Is their often wanting to bind you in their prison.


* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
World Rights Reserved