CXV
If you
are comprehending these many thoughts
You are
close to being done with tailoring
Your
mind to the will of any collusion.
* * * *
You are
the revolution of consciousness.
* * * *
Can
there be any reflection without
The
movement of consciousness?
* * * *
Anytime
a mythology is adopted,
It is fashioned
individually within
Each
dreamy frame of reference.
* * * *
It
doesn’t have to make sense.
* * * *
We are
all accountable in our own unfolding way.
The mix
of desire and fear casts a tint across every life.
Hell is
self-absorption and heaven Self-absorption.
* * * *
A
complete breath brings more peace
Than
any malleable thought ever can.
* * * *
You
spend your life chasing one rainbow after another,
Performing,
achieving, maintaining, forfeiting
Dream
after unfulfillable dream.
* * * *
You are
not your name, nor are you
Anything
any other word implies.
* * * *
Contentment
is when dissatisfaction is not.
* * * *
We are
all so busy in one mischief or another,
The
synergy of which only time’s passing will tell.
* * * *
If the
history of this universe
Is in
any way an accurate indication,
The
human experiment in free will
Appears
doomed to extinction.
* * * *
Stretch
your mind to its indivisible infinity.
* * * *
Go to
sleep, dream, wake up.
Dream,
dream, dream and dream again
Each
and every illusion possible.
* * * *
Your
world will accept whatever weight you give it.
* * * *
How can
you know what to surrender to?
It is,
you are that which is unknown.
Surrender
to the vast silence.
Offer
it everything.
* * * *
It is
whatever you think it is,
So why
give it any thought?
* * * *
Crap is
crap no matter how you comb it
With
all those vain therapies.
Dump
the load.
Let the
ocean fill you.
* * * *
The
senses do not touch the awareness.
But for
the web of your many attachments,
They
are like distant echoes in the vastness.
* * * *
What
need anymore for sugar-coated stories?
* * * *
What do
you continually seek to be
But
that which you are not.
* * * *
God is
the opiate of consciousness.
* * * *
Without
thought, where would you be?
* * * *
So many
putting so much struggle
Into
becoming what they already are,
Have
always been, and will forever be.
* * * *
At this
writing there are too many human beings
For
peaceful reconciliation of all the polarizations.
* * * *
It is a
dream you can only pretend to touch.
* * * *
We are
all that
Of
which all endings begin
And all
beginnings end.
* * * *
The
body is a temporal vehicle
Which
will enable you to go home
If you
have eyes that see
And
ears that hear.
* * * *
You
never know what skills
Or
frame of reference
Will be
useful to you future.
* * * *
There
is effort and pain
Only
when you are resistant
To the
unfolding process.
* * * *
Humanity
can at best only postpone the inevitable.
* * * *
Those
who worship power, fame, fortune
And the
swirls of passion are not
The
leaders we need.
* * * *
Any
society is the mix of collusive enterprises
Which
enable the survival of its membership.
* * * *
Someone
telling you to believe in Jesus Christ
Is
about equal to your parents telling
You to
believe in Santa Claus.
Both
are the make-believe of ignorance
Pleading
for rewards and avoiding punishments.
Naughty
or nice has nothing to do with spiritual endeavor.
* * * *
Contemplate
all the thoughts
That
have ever crossed your mind.
Then
visualize all that have manifested
In
every conceivable nexus of consciousness
Throughout
eternity’s infinite potential.
In what
possible way are you
Not
connected?
* * * *
You are
the face of the faceless,
The
trace of the traceless.
* * * *
It goes
beyond physics.
* * * *
Are not
real communism and real democracy very much the same?
It is
the quality of mind that creates equality and freedom.
Individual
welfare is tied to individual sovereignty
And no
society ever runs smoothly
Without
mutual respect
For the
rights
Of all.
* * * *
Become
that which is prior
To
everything you can imagine.
* * * *
The
challenge of life is to have no regrets.
And
those things you do regret,
Do no
more.
It’s as
simple as that.
* * * *
Awaken
to the womb of your conscious beingness.
* * * *
Awakening
is akin to a feast
To
which all are invited
But few
can find.
* * * *
The
sands of time burn away
And
there is nothing you can do
But
become one with its eternal truth.
* * * *
Oblivion
is as simple as a still mind.
* * * *
In the
quest for god, truth, reality,
Whatever
you may choose to label it,
You
will settle for what quenches the thirst.
How
many stop at the first mirage they encounter?
* * * *
Isn’t
it interesting how vain
We
eventually become about bodies
We
really seem to have so little say in choosing?
* * * *
So many
assumptions, so little proof.
Superstition
and repetition are so much easier
Than
the unrelenting discernment of critical thinking.
Ignorance
is really the foregone result of unquestioning sloth.
* * * *
The one
mind is unfragmented awareness
From
which all creation originates.
* * * *
Image
is not all.
* * * *
You
look for approval from another
When
your own is all you need.
* * * *
Never
assume anyone
Has
really seen or heard you.
* * * *
Bear
with me while I wander
Through
consciousness
As I
perceive it.
* * * *
It is
right here now
As it
has ever been
And
will ever be.
* * * *
Whatever
you may think important to become
Will
ever be an illusion of your own vain creation.
* * * *
One
lifeform may live only a few minutes,
Another
hundreds or even thousands of years.
What
difference, really?
* * * *
What
are we but little balloons
Filled
with godness wandering about
In
every form pretending every sort of dream.
* * * *
To
become a mystic, a master craftsman of godness
Requires
an intuitive insight into the unborn nature,
The
origin from which the seeds of all diversity bloom.
* * * *
In one
sense there are many things you will never do,
And in
another there is nothing possible without you.
* * * *
You
raise the dead every time
You
fathom yourself real.
* * * *
Cry not
for me.
Cry for
the dead who call it living.
* * * *
These
words are nebulous
To
those of limited insight
And specific
to those who see
The
universe within their own eye.
* * * *
The
question is not
How
long you will live,
But how
well.
* * * *
From
womb to crib to bedroom
To
neighborhood to city to county
To
state to country to world to universe,
And
given the insight to see it all,
Back to
the womb of origins
From
which you came.
* * * *
How
many try to shape you into their limitations?
* * * *
Has
common sense ever been common?
* * * *
Happiness
or unhappiness,
What
does dust care for either?
* * * *
Why do
so many human beings
Crave
applause and approval?
* * * *
Is
replacing Eden with a world covered in concepts
What
the concept of god had in mind that first week?
* * * *
We are
all raised from the dead.
* * * *
Nothing
fills it.
* * * *
There’s
not much you can do but caution someone
Bound
and determined to suffer the wrath of passion.
* * * *
There’s
no hook to be let off of.
* * * *
How
real it all seemed at the time.
* * * *
What
are you surviving for?
What
drives you to continue?
What purpose
do you imagine?
What
meaning have you fabricated?
What do
you want from this life or any other?
* * * *
A blade
or bullet may enter the body,
But the
unmanifest they cannot kill.
* * * *
You
cannot really blame the world
For
being what you believe it to be.
* * * *
Beyond
the scope of the senses
And the
mind into which they feed,
What
limitations can ever truly exist?
* * * *
It is
all something of a game, and as with all games,
Each of
us has our own interpretation of the rules.
* * * *
How vain
we are
About
bodies over which
We have
such transitory custody.
* * * *
Destruction
is the inevitable conclusion to all creation.
* * * *
All
beginnings and endings
Are
only the concoctions
Of time-bound
delusion.
* * * *
If you
must revere something,
Venerate
that which is unseen
Within
all things great and small.
* * * *
Humanity’s
capacity for manipulation of the manifest
Is
countered by its inability to match it with wisdom.
* * * *
Take
two bullets and call the mortician in the morning.
* * * *
When
all you rely on is form and image,
The
foundation and structure rot away.
* * * *
In a
relative sense, is anyone really
Any
stranger than anyone else?
* * * *
What is
humanity’s collective agenda,
Consciously
or not?
* * * *
Heed
the call of your nature
If you
seek to learn the lesson
Your
manifest time will offer.
* * * *
What a
bunch of bullshit.
* * * *
The sum
of all knowledge is not even a thimble
Of this
mystery’s vast unknowable nature.
* * * *
Sophistry
will get you nowhere.
* * * *
It is
not possible to truly know your Self.
You can
only conceive the reflections
Your
senses weave into thought.
* * * *
In
eternal life there is a completion
Untouched
by personal craving.
* * * *
Be sure
to take your own advice.
* * * *
There
ain’t no glory but what your own mind concocts.
* * * *
In
countless ways you witness your eternal beingness.
* * * *
Even
the flesh of your greatest desire
Will
never satisfy your deepest hunger.
* * * *
Try
being grateful for what you do have
Rather
than pursuing what you can’t.
* * * *
We each
create our own hellish maze,
Yet few
ever discern heaven’s fabric
From
which all creation is woven.
* * * *
It is
the images of your own desire you crave.
* * * *
It is only
ego that falsely delineates one form superior to another.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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