CXXV
How
strange to see the mystery so intimately,
And yet
to continue sequestering in the closet.
* * * *
What
promise can ever stand the reality of time?
* * * *
The
pretending is the lie.
* * * *
Smoke
and ashes do not for a fire make.
* * * *
Come
out, come out, wherever you are.
* * * *
One day
you feel cursed, another blessed.
So
arduous to surf the wave without falling.
* * * *
Is
there one without the other?
* * * *
Respect
what deserves respect.
Ignore
what ignorance begets.
* * * *
It’s a
freebie unless the mystery
Wants
to see to it that I’m paid.
No
effort is the easiest way.
* * * *
Why
worry about money and security
If your
basic need and simple wants are met.
* * * *
Be
good,
Or be
evil and don’t get caught.
* * * *
What an
amazing set of contradictions you are.
* * * *
Everybody
disappears sooner or later.
Tomorrow’s
oblivion will quickly forget.
* * * *
Embrace
the all within.
* * * *
What
becomes of a drop returned to the sea?
* * * *
We are
all prisoners of one fate or another.
* * * *
Don’t
you get tired of filling your head with crap.
* * * *
Funny
how we expect the world to match our vision.
* * * *
Hell is
heaven forgotten.
* * * *
Wisdom
is seeing every view.
* * * *
You
could live in paradise
And
probably stop seeing it
The
second or third day.
* * * *
Familiarity
breeds apathy.
* * * *
Buddha
comes in many strange,
Often
unexpected packages.
* * * *
Character
flaws define personality.
* * * *
The
choice to be only godness
Is an
arduous death to be reborn into.
* * * *
The
things people pay to see.
Every
gate a tollbooth.
* * * *
You are
everything seen and unseen.
* * * *
We ache
for what we cannot possess.
* * * *
You
look to enjoy,
You
look to judge,
You
look to recognize,
But you
mainly look to see
Who
looks back.
* * * *
You’re
already godness.
Why
would you want to label yourself a...?
(You
fill in the blank).
* * * *
The
mind just sort of dissolves of its own free will.
* * * *
The
diversity fools you for a time.
* * * *
A
cohesive group brews the best decisions.
* * * *
What
doesn’t kill you can cripple you,
Or if
you’re lucky, make you stronger.
* * * *
Consciousness
longs for the reflections of its limitation.
* * * *
Sometimes
time goes so slow,
Others
so fast that you’re already
Well into
the next day or year.
* * * *
Knowledge
is not necessarily knowing.
* * * *
Relax.
It will
all be over soon enough.
* * * *
To want
only what the dream offers ....
* * * *
Reality
cannot be measured.
* * * *
So have
you figured out what was perplexing you?
* * * *
What is
the everywhere and the nowhere?
* * * *
Does
your dying mean
You
won’t be in the drama anymore?
How can
the play go on without the lead witness?
* * * *
Don’t
know, don’t really even care.
* * * *
To what
are you obligated?
* * * *
Bright
and clever is a tough edge to hold.
* * * *
You
used to be so happy with words.
Now
they have so little to do with it.
* * * *
What
one usually gets from revolution
Is more
brutality and hardship,
Especially
if the idealism
Was
only words.
* * * *
Can
violent means ever bring out peaceful ends?
* * * *
What
will I have to endure
If I
wait for you to catch on?
* * * *
The
right might brings ain’t necessarily right.
* * * *
Smoke
dissipates without a t race.
Maya is
the smoke of time and space.
* * * *
How can
you hope for heaven elsewhere
If you
cannot discern it here and now?
* * * *
How
would the river run if water was only a word?
* * * *
The
vision inspired by any drug
Is in
the mind of the beholder.
* * * *
Sometimes
the pen only hits the paper
And a
thought takes ink’s scrawled form.
* * * *
Dust,
kindling, smoke, fire, smoke, ashes, dust.....
* * * *
Men have
their vanity and women theirs.
The
operating word is the same.
* * * *
Pathetic
sampling everywhere you go.
* * * *
You cannot
help but act your part well.
* * * *
What
does a swine know of pearls in its muddy pen?
* * * *
Thank
god you are not playing that part.
As much
as you detest your fate,
It
could be much worse.
* * * *
You
will complete you fate.
* * * *
You is
me, and me, you.
* * * *
You’ve
obviously never been hungry.
* * * *
So many
you would relish
Kissing
and touching,
Even
just once.
* * * *
Let go
your imagination,
And
where are you?
* * * *
You
write of the drama you see unfolding.
They
are reflections of a personal stance.
* * * *
Why not
be fearless?
* * * *
Arrogance
is only posing courage.
* * * *
Is your
patter functional?
Have
you the discipline
To
reshape the mold?
* * * *
We are
all functions
Of the
data available,
And our
impressions of it.
* * * *
The
advantage of youth
Is that
our foolishness
Is not
so embarrassing.
* * * *
How
horrifyingly twisted a mind can become.
* * * *
A still
body is not necessarily a still mind,
Nor is
a still mind necessarily a still body.
* * * *
Is happiness
any more than ecstatic comfort?
* * * *
If you
enjoy it, pass it on.
* * * *
Why
aspire to another’s delusion?
* * * *
Accepting
one’s life, one’s fate,
Is
challenging if you long for another’s.
* * * *
With
women, it all seems to boil down to romantic notions.
* * * *
If
somebody puts it out there,
More
than a few will probably believe it.
* * * *
You
cannot expect your lot
To
change without great effort.
Even
then it may well not.
* * * *
Saints
keep their impulses to themselves.
* * * *
You are
driven by desire fueled by fear.
* * * *
Angels
play their own games.
* * * *
Eccentricity
can be a commodity
In a
world thriving on oddity.
* * * *
If
you’re put in an insane asylum,
What
are you going to do
But
participate in the insanity?
* * * *
How can
intelligence
Ever
hope to win out over ignorance?
They
breed more and faster.
* * * *
Will
scientists ever run
Out of
things to measure,
Or see
that nothing can be?
* * * *
Secret
agent man.
* * * *
If its
happening
Somewhere
else,
It can
happen here.
* * * *
Your
fate is calling, a siren
Beckoning
you journey in time.
* * * *
How can
you trust a god
Who
would do this to you?
* * * *
In all
your imagined incarnations,
You
probably have never had going for you
What
you have got right now.
* * * *
It’s
not another’s respect you need.
It is
your own.
* * * *
Truth
is nebulous.
* * * *
Fool’s
gold.
* * * *
Do you
share the ambition?
* * * *
It’s
probably more enjoyable
To be
the one who makes things happen.
Witnessing
is for fools.
* * * *
Don’t
force another to kill you.
* * * *
Make of
it what you please,
For it
matters not to me.
* * * *
Your
hands are washed of it.
* * * *
What
would you have if your pacifier were taken from you?
* * * *
Who can
follow all this?
* * * *
Hope is
just another abysmal four-letter word,
Another
concept without a reality to stand on.
* * * *
Cast
involuntarily into the mood,
Alone,
you and your words again.
* * * *
You
must walk moments, from exalted to barren,
The
tightrope honed by the tension to a tentative balance,
The
only sanity truth can offer those who would see.
* * * *
Are you
sane?
Only
you can answer that.
* * * *
Better
not to know the scribe.
You are
your own measurement
Of that
which none is required.
* * * *
Just
leave the all behind if they
Will
not walk where you must.
* * * *
Earthquake,
or spinning washer?
What
difference, really?
* * * *
Let
Jesus carry his own cross.
* * * *
Another
failed teaching.
* * * *
Is the
teacher or student to blame
When
all are truly blameless?
* * * *
Can a
parent ever clearly see their progeny?
* * * *
The
true antichrists are much less harmful
Than any dogma would
have you believe.
* * * *
You are
a figment of imagination.
* * * *
You
need not believe any label.
* * * *
Combine
them as you will,
They
stand alone or separate
In the halls of time’s mystery.
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The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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