CXVII
So many
things said one way and meant another.
So many
things meant this way and said another.
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Congratulations. Whoo-hoo.
Yippee-ki-yay.
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Discern
that you really are beyond limitation,
Beyond
the sandbox fray in which you play.
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Indifference
is a sage thing.
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So this
is what happens when...
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Be
whatever totem you perceive courageous.
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Find
your aptitude, your talent, your genius.
* * * *
Trying
to be concrete, but god it hurts.
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If
you’re not into talking about some other,
Of what
interest are you?
* * * *
How do
you realize what you already are?
The
struggle to attain one’s perfection
Is the
eternal dilemma, the paradox of time.
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The
things we consider normal.
* * * *
Just
words to me.
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Death
for all.
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Why
would I need your puny little vision of god?
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Despite
the hold your DNA has over you, sex is overrated.
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Why
should you feel bound to any collusion?
* * * *
To
worlds we are so drawn,
Like
moths to moon’s flame.
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Life
comes and goes,
Rocks
into water flow.
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The
senses unplug,
Sometimes
suddenly,
Sometimes
very slowly.
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We rush
around madly trying
To
touch, taste and see everything we can
Until
we grow either numb and bitter
Or
Innocent and content.
* * * *
The
same thing said again and again
In so
many ways the same thing said....
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The
difference between
Tourists
and travelers is belief.
The
tourist does.
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Men
seek trophies their way,
Women
in theirs.
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Destruction
has no master.
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Kill
yourself moderately.
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Even an
infinity of frames of reference,
Without
the grace of insight,
Will
not awaken the buddha nature.
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Can’t
imagine anything more dull
Than
watching videotapes of my life.
* * * *
How big
will we build this house of cards?
* * * *
True
words seem paradoxical.
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No
matter how you struggle,
You
cannot explain this mystery
To
someone who cannot hear.
You may
as well be silent.
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Recognition
is its own form of vanity.
* * * *
Once
you discern that you are
All
sentient beings throughout time.
Other
lives and paths fade in importance.
You are
the everything of which all are created.
* * * *
Do
often doing something
Right
in plain sight
Goes
completely unseen.
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All
those pictures and videos you take,
Are you
really going to waste time
Watching
your memories?
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The
creatures who can survive
And
even thrive humanity’s domination,
Are
they what we would prefer to have around?
* * * *
When dealing
with any opponent,
Try to
find out what hasn’t
Been
anticipated.
* * * *
Unlearn
your life right now.
Are you
awake, yet?
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The
state of effortlessness is very still.
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Nothing
is preserved forever.
Destruction
has final say.
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The
bliss is detaching
Into
the swimmingness
Of an
eternal state of mind.
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Has
anyone else ever said it this way?
Probably,
but it’s a needs research question.
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Humanity
has become a plague upon this world.
We
charge too high a tax upon other life forms
Who
have just as much right to exist as we.
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Non-caring
is a great relief.
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Love
your Self and you will
Discern
the heart of the matter.
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So many
ways we engage the mating ritual.
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It is
your quest for continuity
Which
limits your presence.
* * * *
Words
from a trance called life.
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We, us,
me, you, I …
All
that I Am
Individually
and collectively one.
* * * *
Look
and you will see.
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Strategy
is the big view.
Tactics
are in the details.
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Sometimes
you don’t know
What
you’re talking about.
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So many
seem to have
Cameras,
videos or mirrors
To
remember themselves by.
* * * *
We are
all bluffing with the same blank deck.
* * * *
Politics
and leadership are not necessarily the same thing.
Politicians
are swayed by money, polls and getting reelected.
Leaders
examine the impact of their decisions hundreds,
Perhaps
even thousands of years down the journey.
And not
just for their own tribe, creed or nation,
But for
all beings across the entire world.
There
are few real leaders among us.
Who are
you choosing to follow?
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Short
term remedies get short term results.
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If you
were going to follow advice,
You
wouldn’t need it in the first place.
* * * *
The
grand indifference beckons you home.
* * * *
Why
should you be consistent?
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Who
made up all these rules, anyway?
* * * *
Life
can be much more bearable
If you
take a “Who cares?” attitude.
What is
the point of worrying about it?
* * * *
That
there is a god is the joke of our own creation.
Who
needs it but those too lazy or ignorant
To
explore the reality within all?
* * * *
The
dance of desire and fear
And
their futile quest for continuity
Only
make for a noisy, inattentive mind.
* * * *
To
become the universe consciously
Is the
task at hand, the ultimate purpose
If
there must be one.
* * * *
All
attempts to retain security
Are
doomed ultimately to failure.
All are
temporary pacifiers for minds
Unable
to negotiate the reefs of reality.
* * * *
The
existential void can be frightening
Until
you embrace it with all your being.
* * * *
No
matter how real
That
mirage may appear,
It will
never quench any thirst.
* * * *
Illusion
likes to pretend its not.
* * * *
Another
thief caught in his own light.
* * * *
Beauty
transforms into ugliness and ugliness into beauty.
That is
the way of all things whether great or small
Which
rise and fall in the course of time.
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The
usurpation of homo sapien consciousness
Over
the natural order is bound to tumble.
Those
who do not abide by the rules
Of the
game must eventually be
Thrown
off the game board.
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Eternity
is now.
Infinity
is all.
Nothing
is not.
* * * *
Do you
really want all this,
Or do
you just think you do?
* * * *
Integrity
requires discipline.
* * * *
Whatever
game you may play,
It is
ever upon the same field.
* * * *
Would
your imaginary existence
Ever
even begin to work
For
anyone else?
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Why do
so many imitate others?
* * * *
I am
you pretending to be me
And you
are me pretending the same.
* * * *
Dance
or sit, walk or run, sing or stay silent,
It is
all the same.
* * * *
Would
having all the answers change anything?
* * * *
Perhaps
the purpose of life
Is to
just be whatever you are,
And to
do whatever you do.
* * * *
Most
people will do
Whatever
they need to do
To get
whatever it is they want.
This
would probably not be a problem
If
there were not so many wanting so much.
* * * *
You are
creator and destroyer of the universe,
Yet
must ever heed the limitations of mortal capacity.
It is
the ultimate irony of any finite existence.
* * * *
The
laws of physics are not breakable.
* * * *
Surrender
and the silence is immeasurable,
Even
amid the greatest storms of conscious design.
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The
assertion that you have
Free
will is highly questionable.
In the
spectrum of unlimited choice,
Your
options are really very few.
* * * *
We all
rise to our highest level of delusion.
* * * *
Of all
the things I can offer this dream,
These
reflections, as silly as they may seem,
Propose
the most enduring possibility.
To all
yet to come, I wish the best.
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The
Self you truly are needs no explanation.
* * * *
What is
this human craving for glory
Which
molds such a harsh future?
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Don’t
look a gift life in the mouth.
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So
pointless the point.
* * * *
How
quickly we become slaves
To our
own inventions.
* * * *
The
clocks keep changing, but do you?
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Ten
thousand reflections,
And
still it is untouched.
* * * *
Did
time even occur
Before
you were born?
Will it
go on after you die?
When
does it exist even now?
The
origin of all dreaming is you.
Without
you as witness, it never was.
Within
you are all beginnings and all endings,
The
sensory theater of consciousness
To
which all illusion attaches.
* * * *
You are
a nuclear reaction playing out
The
creation and destruction of dreamtime.
* * * *
You are
defined by your limitations.
* * * *
By the
time anyone reads this,
The
scribe will be just another image
Lost in
history’s foggy duration.
Why I
did not just shut up
Is as
curious to me
As it
is to you.
* * * *
If you
have to ask what the point is,
You
aren’t getting it.
* * * *
Gold is
sand, sand is gold,
And
it’s all the same dust
To the
eternal essence.
* * * *
How can
any teaching ripen fully
If the teacher
is killed while the fruit is green?
Throw
that Jesus image out of your mind.
His
real point was missed entirely.
It was
not about martyrdom.
* * * *
Some
desire to control the whole world,
But
having control of yourself is enough.
* * * *
Give it
a rest,
Get
over it,
Let it
go,
Deal
with it,
Don’t
sweat it,
Don’t
let it get you down.
Whatever it is.
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The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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