24 August 2013

Chapter 123 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


CXXIII

What more could anyone really want?

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Language conspires in so many ways
To inform ignorance of its puzzling origin.

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Why write all this?
Because it is enjoyable,
And seems to be an inclination.

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You came here to have as good a time as possible,
But did you read the small print that said,
“Through it all you will suffer.”

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What is required of you,
But what you yourself require?

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You can only eat one meal at a time.
How much of a pig will you be?

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What useless creatures we philosophers are.

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Some waves pass through everything,
Including you.

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Contentment is not wanting it any other way.

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A life well-lived is one remembered.

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Telescopes and microscopes see further and further,
And scientists measure in every way possible,
But still they have not found the answer.

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The puzzle remains.

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Free your Self.

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Sidestep the vanity.

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You and your father are one.
You and you mother are one.
You and your pet gerbil are one.

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Get it?

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All these thoughts are spontaneously created.
It’s a random, inspirational process.
Nothing is planned.

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All that out there is a ploy
To keep from looking inward.

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How curious our investment in time;
All the imagined births, dates, holidays
Traditions, wars and other delusions.
As if any remembrance has any
Real association with another
Except for its having passed
In the same now as all do.

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The attachment is in your head,
Not your hands.

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How do I know?
The same way anyone
Knows anything.

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Passion without discipline
It a path of self-destruction.

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If you preoccupy yourself overly much
With either perceived past or projected future,
You will not adequately meet what is happening now
With the attentive spontaneity survival requires.

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It is not as much survival of the fittest
As it is survival of the most adaptable.
A bit of good luck always helps, as well.

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Once any pattern is grasped to some degree,
The black box within which it resided disappears.
Everything born of the human mind is based
Upon an arbitrary conceptual foundation.

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You learn by paying attention,
Just like everyone else.

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Selecting which details to prioritize
Seems to be the gist of your existence.

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You lose out on the transient depth of reality
If you think in terms of investment
Rather than process.

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When has it never been now?

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Blaming others only
Deepens the confusion
And widens the polarizations.

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What to do when all the alternatives seem like bullshit?

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Do you see your Self in everything?

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The mind can be like a hammer banging away.
Most humans involve themselves only with results.
Few investigate the hammer and its fundamental nature.
Buddhahood is disciplined, choiceless attentiveness.

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We cannot just suddenly turn around billions of years of evolution
With idealistic notions born of a relatively recent civilized existence.

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Is silence ignorance?  Is it wisdom?
Is it both between or beyond
All parameters of limited distinction?

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You are the only way reality
Can experience material illusion.
And though many are supposedly called,
Few are chosen at any given time to see beyond.
Those who do journey a tumultuous reverie,
An epic banquet in the mortal dream
Between heaven and earth.

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No concept does more than brace you
In the windswept delusion born of time.

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When you figure out
A way to save anything forever,
Be sure to let us know.

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What was never born never dies.

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Your existence is founded
On the assumption that you do.

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This is your life to spend as you choose.
Will you finish it feeling complete and content,
Or will your conclusion be bitter regret and sorrow?
Will you have added or diminished, created or destroyed?
Will you have grasped the singularity, or be caught up
In the divisiveness of ignorance and delusion?
This is your life to spend as you choose.

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There is an immeasurable distance within all
Which cannot be crossed by any other.

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You do not have to experience it
To know it is all happening.
The witness is all one.

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An accident waiting to happen.

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Things often become clearer in retrospect.

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You can only show someone what it is to fish.
They must teach themselves.

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Only imagination suffers.

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How well do you really remember any pain or joy,
Or any other passion, thought or circumstance?

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Enlightenment is the pinnacle of immortal delusion.

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It is much easier to feel good about life
When the body is feeling healthy and strong.

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Heroes die as all others do.
It is only the mythology of glory
Which carries them on in time.

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Where is there to go,
What is there to do,
Really?

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Righting a wrong takes a little effort
If there is a fair and equal intent by all.

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Sage advice is rarely heard clearly.

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Any game is more enjoyable
If you are not too attached
To the win or loss of it.

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Whatever the terms and conditions,
It is always a good day to die.

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What sage needs reality
Or any god spawned of it?

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Death is closer than your shadow.

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The best criticism enhances.

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It is whichever one it happens to be.

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Tear down, toss aside, be done with temples,
Statues, symbols, prayers, scriptures and traditions.
Empty your mind and soul to receive the grace of godness
Whoever, whatever, whenever, wherever, however  you may be.

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Don’t you sometimes tire of the ego-pride blindness
Of your attachments to your body, the sensory play,
And all the things which surround this fabrication?

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Where death was never born,
What shadow can enter?

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Grow up into your true childhood.

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Debate these thoughts however you will,
Or let them seep into the seed of your origin
That you might blossom into its manifest potential.
Look around, perceive the garden, and find your role
As guardian angel rather than pride-filled destroyer.

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Death is more like evaporation than something final.

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Scientists and baseball aficionados
Share a passion for useless data.

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What times they were, they were, they were,
Those times before money was the measure.

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Are you interested in understanding,
Or only condemning?

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Any place can seem large
Until you see it on a map

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All chatter is relative.
The play of consciousness
Is without absolutes.

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The only universe you need fit into is your own.

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Grieve for all suffering, not just your own.
All forms dissolve, all reflections end.
Embrace them or detest them,
Conceive every passion imaginable.
All melt equally into eternity’s infinite unity.

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Don’t resist dying.

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Does a child doubt itself?

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We have concocted so many ways
Of delving into the unknown.

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There is no prescribed way.

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Love is the oblivion of the personal nature.
It is the relinquishment of all becoming.
It is the surrender to total beingness.

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Paradise and purgatory
Are not mutually exclusive.
One is not without the other.
How would we know anything
Without its opposite nature?

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We are all mutations of the original seed.

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You may annihilate the vanity,
But you can never slay
The me that I am.

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Are you weary enough to come home?

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It sounded so good till you found it.

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Remember and forget
Again and again.

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What is too true to the  relativity of illusion?

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You participate because you want and fear not having.

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How many are sucked down by the whirlpool
Of their own Frankensteinian creation?

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Don’t muck it up with another
Absurd attempt to organize religion.
Just get together with friends who can enjoy
Discussing rationally whatever subjects come up.
Relax on the hierarchical gods of delusion.
Allow yourself to dissolve in the river
Of the singularity of beingness.

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The only universe is the one in your imagination.

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How many times you shit and piss your purity.

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It is the fear of fearlessness,
The preference of smoke over flame
Which keeps you from discovering truth.
Rather than be consumed by the blaze,
Rather that dying to the pride of time,
You prefer the smoke of delusion
And inevitably miss knowing
The freedom of eternal life.

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Does being born again
Really have anything to do
With the pride of becoming?
Is it not rather the end of time,
The surrender to true nature,
To the majesty of godness,
To the gold of all in one,
And the joy of one in all.

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Give your children room to enjoy the bliss of innocence.
Perhaps they will recall the laughter clearly enough
To rediscover it that day adulthood wears thin.

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All bounds are of your own device.

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It will matter less what I meant
Than how you take it.

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Curious that what seems obvious
Isn’t always obvious to everyone.

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Beware the mountains
And pitfalls of consciousness.
Travel the course between extremes.

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The lonlies come about when you feel rejected, forgotten, ignored.
When you have not said what another wants to hear,
When you feel something “out there”
Is necessary
For you to be happy.

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For you to reach this manifest point in time,
The journey, neither good nor bad, is what it is.

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Take not one step of regret for what it has taken.
Put time behind you in your downstream adventure.


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