CXVI
You
have many more words to describe life now,
But you
are probably very much the same
As you
were in your younger years.
Personality
tends to possess
A
strange consistency.
* * * *
You
are, therefore you must be that.
* * * *
Will
humanity ever understand the outcome
Of its
vain arrogance, or will delusion
Carry
on until the bitter end?
* * * *
Does
anyone really control their fate,
Or is
free will merely the play of ignorance
Parading
in the choicelessness of dreamtime?
* * * *
The
pain brought on by choice-filled resistance
Creates
hardship and escalates delusion.
* * * *
You are
a warm-blooded bug.
* * * *
The
effort required to perpetuate your delusion
Can
probably be correlated to how much
You and
those around you suffer.
* * * *
It is
you who must somehow become
Student
enough to teach your Self
The
freedom only seers know.
* * * *
What
will be left as the desire
To
suffer passion becomes
Less
and less and less?
* * * *
Holding
onto anything only perpetuates false pride.
* * * *
You
realize, of course, all this
Was
necessary for you to awaken.
* * * *
You
believe all your measurement,
Calculations
and labels add up to something?
Hah! You only fool yourself in ways beyond
counting.
* * * *
In your
giving, do you truly give freely,
Or do
you only give to get or take?
* * * *
The
body is subject to mortal rules,
But
what law can contain the immortal nature
But
what you your Self engineer?
* * * *
For
humanity to suddenly change its behavior
Is
something no statistician would be likely to predict.
Only a
diehard idealist could possibly believe it even possible.
* * * *
Me? I’m a realist.
I don’t
need any hope.
I just
call it the way I see it.
* * * *
Melanin
counts do not for supremacy make.
* * * *
Circle
lazily content above the fray.
The
passions of human consciousness
Do not
climb more than a few miles
Into
the deep reaches of space.
* * * *
Prove
it?
How can
you prove anything
When
you are the only proof?
* * * *
Of
course the drop cannot be the ocean,
Yet
without it the ocean would not be whole.
* * * *
Explain
why you will never see your own face.
* * * *
Each
drop will evaporate as its turn arises.
* * * *
Expect
nothing.
Tap
into infinity’s timeless patience.
* * * *
Why take
responsibility for what
Ignorance
and delusion have created.
All any
can do is be responsible for themselves.
Right
living, the peaceful co-existence
With
the moment’s unfolding
Is
eternal salvation.
* * * *
When
you die the world will no longer exist.
Without
you as witness, time and space are not.
* * * *
Time is
a fickle mirage.
* * * *
Do not
covet thy neighbor’s life.
* * * *
The
original sin is merely the birth
Into
ignorance to which the rarest
Atone
by discerning the eternal way.
It has nothing
to do with right or wrong.
it is
the fact for all born into manifest being.
* * * *
Stop
trying to always remember time’s dream.
* * * *
If you
think you will gain eternal life later on,
You
have truly missed the whole point
That
it’s happening right now.
* * * *
Forms keep
pulling you into the reverie
Your sundry
inclinations daily crave.
* * * *
Even
wanting only happiness brings on suffering.
Craving
anything insures the pain of existence.
* * * *
Refusing
to examine closely
Your
own complicity in this delusion
Is a
denial of your ultimate reality.
* * * *
Savor
the eternal through the flow
Of a
breath filled with awareness.
* * * *
Imagine
whatever you will,
You
need not do it
To know
its illusory reality.
* * * *
It
means whatever you want it to mean.
* * * *
What is
it to want nothing from what space-time offers?
* * * *
Better
be content now
Because
the clock’s battery
Is
slowly running down.
* * * *
The
dreamers dream they are awake
While
the awakened know they are dreaming.
* * * *
The
dead bury the dead in every way imaginable
Weeping
before tombs bound to time born of mind.
* * * *
Is what
we call caring any more than attachment
To
selected forms which make us feel secure?
Reflections
which give a token of comfort?
Divisive
pleasures which merely distract
You
from that deep aloneness which few
Have
insight to see and embrace within all.
* * * *
The
oneness is, prior to all forms.
Do not
allow the astonishing diversity
To
blind you to their eternal union.
* * * *
Learning
to go with the flow of the dream
Can be
very arduous to even the most adaptable.
* * * *
Who is
anyone but the one in all?
* * * *
In
their pride they created a god
To
which they dedicated all their folly,
Forgetting
all the while to include
Themselves
in their creation.
* * * *
Why
worry?
The
angel of death already has your number.
* * * *
You
only remember now.
* * * *
The
universe is your mind.
* * * *
What
group does not laud itself as being superior?
What
individual does not pretend to be greater within?
What is
the state of mind that requires no vain perspective,
That is
done with the pretenses of human egocentricity?
* * * *
In the
beginning there is every ending,
And in
the end there is every beginning.
* * * *
The
masses teem in so many ways,
Seeking
identity, playing out mortal fare,
Adding
to the chaos of their soul.
* * * *
Practice
contentment.
* * * *
The
perfect moment comes when inner vision
Aligns
with whatever action has created.
The
trick then is not giving into pride
Believing
it was you who did it.
* * * *
To
remain unfazed and aloof
Even
under the greatest pressure
Is
challenging for any one.
* * * *
God
give you the strength to overlook the idiocy.
* * * *
The
need to be known is shallow and intemperate.
Who can
know you as well as you do yourself.
* * * *
Human
beings are group animals,
But we
are really small group animals.
* * * *
God can
obviously do what it wants to any soul,
But can
it really touch the essential nature?
* * * *
Having
read many works of literature
Does
not mean you believed any of them.
Some of
us are just students of life,
Nothing
more, nothing less.
* * * *
This is
the part you are both privileged and condemned to play.
* * * *
Does
life choose us, or we life?
* * * *
Was he
talking to himself?
Was he
talking to you?
Is
there really a difference?
* * * *
Divine
madness allows any question
As well
as any solution>
* * * *
Does
anything really astonish you anymore?
* * * *
He
supposedly walked on water, you pick your nose.
He
supposedly healed the sick, you scrape wax out of your ears.
He
supposedly raised the dead, you scratch your ass.
Isn’t
it all rather mysterious and profound?
* * * *
You
know you’re close to death
When
you dreamily wonder
If
you’re going to survive this one.
* * * *
As if
god could ever be locked in any building.
* * * *
You
hunger for this or that
And
then, as soon as you find it,
You are
searching for something else.
More,
more is there truly any?
* * * *
Contentment
is an attitude.
A few
simple breaths of it can
Make everything
worthwhile.
* * * *
Dream
on through oblivion.
* * * *
You are
god’s will.
* * * *
It is
the desire for life which tends
To
creates the correlating fear of it.
* * * *
Death
is a great night’s sleep.
* * * *
All
mystics meet at the same pointlessness,
Despite
all words and deeds to the contrary.
* * * *
Freedom
is no longer needing to prove
Or
disprove anything to anyone, anywhere,
Including
your own manufactured self-imagry,
It is a
state of mind where belief is unnecessary,
And
truth is the youness of every passing moment.
* * * *
Words
hurt when they do not match your own,
When
you allow your fabricated image
To be
their compliant target.
* * * *
Taking
life personally
Only
magnifies the pain.
* * * *
It is a
divine madness untouched by insanity.
* * * *
Any
grouping is held together or broken apart
By the
concepts upon which it is founded.
* * * *
It is
the wind vane of attitude and attachment
Which
creates the joy and suffering
Of
personal existence.
* * * *
You are
space temporarily formed.
* * * *
At what
point will you satiate your
Hunger
for more and more and more?
Can
there be an end to it without
The
disciplined abstinence
Of a
detaching soul?
* * * *
The
rigors of excess play every sort of havoc upon us all.
No
dream is immune to the reality of the ever-changing nature.
* * * *
Throw
yourself into your fate.
There
is no other.
* * * *
You are
going to make mistakes, it is inevitable.
The
trick is to carry them lightly,
Or not
at all.
* * * *
You are
not bound to play it out any certain way
But
through the choices of your habitual nature.
* * * *
When
you wipe away identification with the mind-body,
What is
there to save, maintain and protect?
What is
there to give purpose?
* * * *
As new
or old as it gets,
It’s
really all the same age.
* * * *
You
will get through it the same way
You
have every other moment
Since
this eternal play
Was
first cast.
* * * *
The
premise that time exists is founded
Upon
ignorance and its continuing delusion.
* * * *
Why allow
the world to entrap you?
* * * *
What
makes you think you deserve heaven
If you
cannot create it here in the now?
* * * *
It is
what your passion deems it.
* * * *
Carry
on with the detachment of the sun
And the
infinite universe beyond it.
* * * *
History
has few students able to comprehend
The
infinite nature of its illusory context.
* * * *
His
story, her story, their story, our story,
Call
them tale, epic, legend, opus, saga, myth,
Chronicle,
adventure, escapade, fantasy, legend,
Fable,
allegory, parable, narration or yarn,
Every
story has ever been just a story.
Do not rely on your mind-body,
Your health or your looks.
They are all fleeting.
Only you, the witness, are real,
And even then only as long
As consciousness exists.
* * * *
How many times
has the church we call science
Proven itself
to be just as dogmatic and narrow-minded
As what
Galileo faced in the church of his day?
Why is it so
difficult for so many scientists
To understand
their theories are merely
Works in
progress, not security blankets;
That we are
never really going to be sure
Of anything in
this incredible mystery theater;
And that
science is only tinkering with limited data.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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