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.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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