CXXI
Let god
figure out his own plan.
* * * *
The
irony is when you are in the moment,
You are
not.
* * * *
Never
aspire to another’s limitations.
Why
feel any obligation to see life
Any
other way than you do?
* * * *
The
good times have no sway over the bad,
Nor do
the bad times any over the good.
They
are both very equal in reality.
* * * *
What
makes you seriously believe
You are
anything but the same
As
anyone or anything else?
* * * *
Passion
clouds the awareness.
* * * *
How
many must die for you to be appeased?
* * * *
Why
concern yourself with the judgments of others?
* * * *
Take
your ashram wherever you go.
* * * *
You
will respond to your universe
As you
perceive it responds to you.
* * * *
Death
is really the least of your worries.
* * * *
There
are many who are one.
Are you
one of them?
* * * *
What so
many consider love
Seems
more like an emotional tar pit.
Perhaps
the real question is not, “What is love?”
But,
“Are you capable of it?”
* * * *
Allow
for the relativity of all language
In your
mortal comprehension
Of the
greatest view.
* * * *
Do you
wander life incessantly seeking
Or
assume from the beginning the final conclusion
That
you are that which is sought?
* * * *
Never
subvert the message with the messenger.
* * * *
Gravity
takes everything down.
* * * *
Believe
only what you see,
And be
sure to doubt that, too.
* * * *
Truth
is beyond all conclusions.
* * * *
You are
as guilty as anyone else
Born
involuntarily into separation.
* * * *
There
is no aspect that is not
The
glory of the ultimate nature.
* * * *
No
expectations.
No
attachment to outcomes.
* * * *
Should
you wander blindly, doggedly seeking?
Or
maybe just assume from the beginning
That
you are that which you seek
And let
the fact get clearer
As you
go along.
* * * *
Never
disallow your strategy the element of surprise.
Consistency
is the hallmark of ignorance
And all
its principles.
* * * *
Detachment
does not necessarily lack compassion.
* * * *
Sometimes
a good spanking
Many be
a compassionate act.
* * * *
Can you
ever break your own law?
* * * *
This
has never been a free dream but in the highest sense.
Any
manifestation is bound by one set of limits or another.
* * * *
Why
rely on any narrow interpretations.
* * * *
What would
Christianity have evolved into
If
Christ had lived to complete his teaching?
* * * *
Eternal
life is not a concept.
* * * *
Death
will be no different than any other moment,
But
with neither breath nor consciousness.
* * * *
Be so
idealistic as to have none left.
* * * *
How
deftly and insistently
We do
seem to enjoy cultivating
Mayhem
and tragedy.
* * * *
The
bottom line enslaves all.
* * * *
Why
does it interest you to become
Someone
else’s dream?
* * * *
How do
you ease self-inflicted pain?
Mend
that never rended.
* * * *
To love
your ego is one thing,
To love
your Self quite another.
* * * *
So many
just wanting to have fun.
But at
whose expense?
* * * *
Taking
this world personally
Is a
sure-fire way to suffering.
* * * *
If you
must prove something,
Prove
it to yourself first.
* * * *
Offense
is most often readily taken
By
those most disposed to give it.
* * * *
Earth,
wind, water and fire, and the myriad creatures
Make no
apologies for their many passions.
All
morality and its inherent suffering
Is
contrived by the vanities
Of
consciousness.
* * * *
The
more you define, the tighter the noose.
* * * *
Give up
being responsible
For
what others think of you.
* * * *
No two
contexts will ever be the same.
* * * *
Somehow,
it always seem to work out,
With
death taking care of the remainders.
* * * *
How we
always seem to define ourselves.
Those
who don’t observe the status quo
Get a
negative tag and those who do,
Those
who play, get a glowing one.
* * * *
Challenge
your denial.
* * * *
Without
you as a reference point,
What
could there be?
* * * *
When
you were younger,
You
were even more confused
Than
you seem to be now.
* * * *
Once
you step outside
Your
first frame of reference,
No wall
can ever stand firm again.
* * * *
How remarkable
to conceive one’s death,
One’s
birth, all that lies between, and all prior and post.
And
then to realize its linear nature never real at all.
Cry
until you laugh, for surely tis cosmic foolery.
* * * *
Surrender
is what the definition implies.
* * * *
Whatever
you think you see in a mirror is what you are.
Your
projections in consciousness imply your complicity.
* * * *
You are
so intolerant
Of the
weakness of others,
And so
blind to your own.
* * * *
It may
well be
The
greatest story ever told,
But it
is still just a story.
* * * *
Surrounded
by so much ignorance,
What’s
a soul to do?
* * * *
All
your hopes rest in your own hands.
* * * *
The
answer is before you.
* * * *
Hope is
the fantasy born of the desire for continuity.
* * * *
Don’t
bait the bull and then not expect it to charge.
* * * *
In the
monopoly game, who profits
From
the motels and hotels
Sold to
all sides?
* * * *
What
exactly do you think godness would use
To
create this vast theatre but the you that is it?
* * * *
What do
you justify but your imagination?
* * * *
Forever
begins now.
* * * *
I am
here to tell you in no uncertain terms
Again
and again until this mind fades into oblivion,
That we
are all That I Am, the pure,
unadulterated infinity,
As
divine as our eternally immortal visions will allow.
* * * *
It is
your own ignorance which continually deludes
You
into believing all you pretend to know.
* * * *
Destiny
is a strange mix of metaphors.
* * * *
Find a
fishing pole within
And
teach yourself to fish.
* * * *
There
they went creating one god,
And
then forgot to include themselves.
What a
fine mess.
* * * *
How
useless to want more
Than
any moment can offer.
* * * *
No way,
shape or form can divide you,
But
through your own ignorant volition.
* * * *
It
generally does not matter what really happened
As much
as what people perceived happened.
* * * *
Fitting
your body into an idea can be very agonizing.
* * * *
What a
flimsy, insubstantial veil consciousness is.
* * * *
What
can happen to you but for your belief in it?
* * * *
Handling
too many things at once,
Coupled
with any resistance or doubt,
Creates
fragmentation and inattentiveness.
The
mind can only perform one deed at a time,
No
matter how many balls it is attempting to juggle..
* * * *
Will
the scientific mind, whatever the discipline,
Ever
see that not even one measurement is real?
* * * *
One
man’s truth is often another’s lie.
Truth
resides where words have no say.
* * * *
What is
the state of mind of a scientist
Who has
discerned the mystic state?
Clean
laboratory, light Bunsen burner.
* * * *
Life
may be much easier if you shift
Any
resistance into at least pretending
You are
enjoying whatever you are doing.
Attitude
is all anyone can really manipulate.
Sure,
it’s self-deception, but what isn’t?
* * * *
It is
all so connected
That
one becomes weary
Of
cataloging all the differences.
* * * *
Never
deny those on the field the option to call an audible.
* * * *
The
entire play is contingent upon attributes.
* * * *
Just
another fad.
* * * *
Are you
any more than any other seed born of the garden?
* * * *
Only in
imagination.
* * * *
When is
go, stop, or stop, go?
* * * *
Luck is
what you make it.
* * * *
The
breeze blows through you mind.
* * * *
All
veils lead home.
* * * *
How to
fearlessly embrace existence,
And in
the same moment be totally
Detached
from the empty offer presented.
Now
that is a most arduous path for any sojourner.
* * * *
Whether
you live in the middle of a city
Or upon
the highest mountain,
It is
the same dream.
* * * *
You
have done many things,
Thought
many, many more.
* * * *
So many
people wandering
Around
trying to convince others
To
regard the dream the way they do.
* * * *
Glory,
like all other delusions, is very tenacious.
* * * *
What
great expectation
Doesn’t
eventually befall
A sense
of disappointment?
* * * *
Give me
fanfare with follow-up any day.
* * * *
Always
afraid of getting in trouble,
But
sometimes taking the chance anyway.
* * * *
The
further we get from nature,
The
greater insanity will manifest.
* * * *
What an
interesting thing proportion is.
* * * *
This
editorial thesis is getting a bit long, don’t you think?
* * * *
Doesn’t
pretending to know so much get tiring?
* * * *
How
spoiled so many of us are.
Entitlement
is like that.
* * * *
Turn
fear into joy, if you dare.
* * * *
Humanity
on this tack is not on its way
To
transcending anything as a species.
Only
the rare indivisible sees the truth of it.
* * * *
Just
calling a spade a spade.
* * * *
Make
death your best friend.
* * * *
Sex is
about how enticing pleasure is
That
some would risk everything for it.
* * * *
Sometimes
you disappear for a brief awhile,
But you
always manage come back for more.
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The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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