CXIV
You
will never find sanctuary in any form,
Yet
without form there would be no creation,
No
theater for godness to sculpture imagination.
* * * *
Groupthink
is just shared delusion.
* * * *
There
is no place to go you are not already.
* * * *
Even
freedom is illusion.
What is
integrated, non-dualistic,
Non-resistant,
uninhibited consciousness?
* * * *
Duality
can only pretend to terminate you.
Immortality
is not known for dying easily.
* * * *
Knowledge
may be unlimited,
But it
requires time to learn.
* * * *
Revolutions
are merely disagreements
Over
whose law should rule the masses.
* * * *
It is
the seed of pride which sows hell.
* * * *
To be
free of death,
You
must die to time.
* * * *
Even
ignorance is truth.
* * * *
Dualistic
notions are just the
Capricious
winds of the mind.
* * * *
More is
rarely enough for many.
* * * *
One
man’s glory is another’s farce.
* * * *
Every
head spinning the same vanity
Over
and over and over and over....
* * * *
When
you are your own law,
You
travel the field spontaneously
In
whatever way your disposition wills.
Lordy,
the mystery-given blueprint
Of your
mortal manifest vehicle
Sure
can take you for a ride.
* * * *
So many
creatures must fear us
And our
mutated ways.
* * * *
Struggle
as you might to cleave
To
people, places, things and ideas,
You
cannot, never have, and never will,
No
matter how tempting the mirage.
* * * *
Why do
people bring into life,
Lives
for which they have
No
caring intention?
* * * *
The
other wanders the senses into no-otherness.
* * * *
No
concept is real but through delusion.
All
knowledge is the play of ignorance.
* * * *
Attention
washes the mind free.
* * * *
Is
history any more
Than
personal vanity
On a
larger scale?
* * * *
Right
action seeks no rewards.
* * * *
What’s
the point of anything but process?
* * * *
Though
you may see across eternity,
You
must still deal with assholes,
Including,
unfortunately, your own.
* * * *
Can you
look and see and not see at the same time?
* * * *
Within
all things is the great maker,
Detached
creator, witness to all yet none.
* * * *
Somehow it still manages to work.
* * * *
Why
hedge your bets?
There
is no security
In this
mortal lottery.
* * * *
It’s
ironic how well greed works.
* * * *
The
lowly water drop
Erodes
mountains
And
fills oceans.
* * * *
The
meek will inherit the earth
If they
hide well enough
From
the bold.
* * * *
Any
words are meaningless without intent.
Always
give more weight to actions and deeds.
* * * *
Thought
there are many apparent imperfections,
The
theater rides upon absolute perfection.
* * * *
Fear
only impede the action now requires.
* * * *
Godness
begins and ends within you,
The
witnessing, born of limitation
Yet
infinity all the while.
* * * *
Time
and space are the constraints of the mind.
* * * *
What
difference between gold and sand?
A state
of ignorance.
* * * *
Delusion
requires hope to sustain the mirage.
* * * *
You may
prefer the nice folk,
But
assholes are truth, too.
* * * *
The
ship’s bow chopping
Through
the waters of time,
Is
non-existent.
* * * *
Some
roles are definitely
More
interesting than others.
* * * *
Where
do you really think you go,
But
where you came from
In the
first place?
* * * *
Be the
surrender that knows no bounds.
* * * *
Imagine
your Self
A clear
glass of water
Submerged
in an ocean of it.
* * * *
Who can
explain the unexplainable?
Who
needs to?
* * * *
All
trials are created
By the
resistance of pride.
* * * *
Aren’t
the dregs always the last to go?
* * * *
No one
can lead you
To where
only you can go.
* * * *
Gee,
you are you
(g-u-r-u).
* * * *
You are
an atomic generator
Generating
a sensory universe.
* * * *
Just as
no one task begins
Without
a moment of initiation,
None
ends without the intent of completion.
* * * *
When you
are ready, you will
Forsake
the world you imagine.
* * * *
What
can be proved
But
through your own insight?
* * * *
Do you
think the ancients attempted as we do
To be
so vainly perfect, so politically correct?
* * * *
Some
things are best forgotten quickly.
* * * *
Do you
think we have always been so stupid?
* * * *
How
much of your vain existence has been spent
Rationalizing
your personal idiosyncrasies
To
yourself in the guise of others?
* * * *
To take
human history
And
project it into the future
Is not
a pretty sight.
* * * *
When
you were a child,
You
didn’t give diddly-squat
What
anyone thought, and rules
Were
not near the weight they are now.
How
naturally sovereign you were
Till
the lie began to tie knots
In its
subtle weaving.
* * * *
As a
newborn you were all potentials,
The
eternal faceless nature, mysteriously perfect,
Totally
vulnerable to the world into which you had sprung,
Cast
from oneness into separation, into a timebound fate yet to unfold,
A fate
both cruel and kind, merciless and compassionate in an infinity of flavors.
An
uncarved immortal innocently thrust into the struggle of life and death,
In
which your choice in the matter remains at best idle speculation.
* * * *
God’s
will seems to be quite whimsical.
Which
football team do you think
He will
choose this year?
* * * *
The
only thing that is born and dies is illusion.
* * * *
Will
humanity’s fall be accepted gracefully,
Or
punctuated with arrogant denial?
* * * *
Can
consciousness born of separation
Ever do
anything but cave in upon itself?
* * * *
Wandering
in your bubble of perception,
All
that is out of sight is out of mind.
* * * *
We
argue incessantly over words,
Legalistic
jargon, pride-filled vain reasonings
And
claims which have no lasting duration
But
through continuity of imagination.
* * * *
Your
self-imagery binds you in time.
* * * *
The way
is blind but for your
Manifest
vision of its mystery.
* * * *
Do you
buy into anything for long?
* * * *
Here
you are biding your time quietly
In the
soliloquy of this moment’s passing
Until
the inevitable need for action requires
You to
move on to another part of the set.
* * * *
Judge
not another lest you be judged
With
equal or more harshness.
* * * *
Godness
abounds in all eyes
To the
blind who come into sight.
* * * *
You
have created and destroyed
In
every mortal manner imaginable
That
which has ever been your Self.
You are
the sojourner of all illusions,
Lord of
all the five senses fabricate,
Witness
to a dream whose origin
None
but you can discern.
* * * *
Who
knows what you will do after time ends.
* * * *
The way
is so simple,
Only
the blind cannot see.
* * * *
You are
the totality, the origin of all origins,
The
means of all means, the end of all ends,
Creator
and destroyer of eternity’s rainbow.
* * * *
Within
is the spigot to eternal life,
The
salvation of all origins in time.
* * * *
In the
same way you cannot see your face,
You
will never see what is behind it as well.
* * * *
Have
you ever really belonged to this world
Of
vanity, passion, glory and false wealth?
* * * *
Each
day you survive to brave another.
To what
end only false prophets assume.
* * * *
Eden is
still thriving,
But do
you have
The eye
to see it?
* * * *
When
you die a few people will miss you
Until
they, too, inevitably take the big leap.
* * * *
Some
people see a large, healthy tree
And
need to sculpt it into some other form
Or use
it for some critical utilitarian purpose.
Few
seem content to leave it to its own destiny,
A block
of potential uncarved by the human mind.
* * * *
Make
ends meet.
* * * *
Who,
what, where, when, why and how
Could
you be if you were not that?
* * * *
The
demons and angels you long for
Will
find their way into your dream.
* * * *
Wherever
thoughts dwell
Are the
surest markers
Of your
heaven or hell.
* * * *
Those
many skeletons in your closet
May be
among your greatest teachers.
* * * *
Argue
whatever differences you wish
As
passionately as a splintered mind allows,
There
are truly none outside imagination’s realm.
* * * *
Follow
your nature and it
Will
lead you to a conclusion.
* * * *
We all
harvest conclusions
Which
give us a great sense
Of
security and/or insecurity,
Whichever
the case may be.
* * * *
Rebirth
into the Holy Spirit is so often
Used
for personal aggrandizement.
* * * *
All are
equal in the ultimate sense,
But in
the savage garden of good and evil,
Some
become more equal than others.
* * * *
Eternity
will wash away all remnants
Of
humanities countless vanities.
* * * *
Take the
cracker and crumble it into dust.
Let no
collusion stand.
* * * *
Are you
godness, yet?
* * * *
You may
reject these thoughts,
But is
your vision of reality
Any
more rational?
* * * *
The
trick is not letting your creation overrun you.
* * * *
Is it I
am, therefore you are
Or you
are, therefore I am?
Or
perhaps a portion of both,
Or
maybe even neither?
* * * *
Godness
is life’s most inebriating purpose.
* * * *
The
inhabitants of any Sodom
Adhere
to their delusive ignorance
Even in
the face of the surest destruction.
* * * *
The
fiercest battles of good and evil
Are
imagined by all parties concerned.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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