24 August 2013

Chapter 125- The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


CXXV

How strange to see the mystery so intimately,
And yet to continue sequestering in the closet.

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What promise can ever stand the reality of time?

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The pretending is the lie.

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Smoke and ashes do not for a fire make.

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Come out, come out, wherever you are.

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One day you feel cursed, another blessed.
So arduous to surf the wave without falling.

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Is there one without the other?

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Respect what deserves respect.
Ignore what ignorance begets.

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It’s a freebie unless the mystery
Wants to see to it that I’m paid.
No effort is the easiest way.

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Why worry about money and security
If your basic need and simple wants are met.

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Be good,
Or be evil and don’t get caught.

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What an amazing set of contradictions you are.

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Everybody disappears sooner or later.
Tomorrow’s oblivion will quickly forget.

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Embrace the all within.

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What becomes of a drop returned to the sea?

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We are all prisoners of one fate or another.

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Don’t you get tired of filling your head with crap.

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Funny how we expect the world to match our vision.

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Hell is heaven forgotten.

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Wisdom is seeing every view.

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You could live in paradise
And probably stop seeing it
The second or third day.

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Familiarity breeds apathy.

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Buddha comes in many strange,
Often unexpected packages.

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Character flaws define personality.

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The choice to be only godness
Is an arduous death to be reborn into.

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The things people pay to see.
Every gate a tollbooth.

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You are everything seen and unseen.

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We ache for what we cannot possess.

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You look to enjoy,
You look to judge,
You look to recognize,
But you mainly look to see
Who looks back.

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You’re already godness.
Why would you want to label yourself a...?
(You fill in the blank).

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The mind just sort of dissolves of its own free will.

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The diversity fools you for a time.

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A cohesive group brews the best decisions.

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What doesn’t kill you can cripple you,
Or if you’re lucky, make you stronger.

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Consciousness longs for the reflections of its limitation.

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Sometimes time goes so slow,
Others so fast that you’re already
Well into the next day or year.

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Knowledge is not necessarily knowing.

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Relax.
It will all be over soon enough.

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To want only what the dream offers ....

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Reality cannot be measured.

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So have you figured out what was perplexing you?

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What is the everywhere and the nowhere?

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Does your dying mean
You won’t be in the drama anymore?
How can the play go on without the lead witness?

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Don’t know, don’t really even care.

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To what are you obligated?

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Bright and clever is a tough edge to hold.

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You used to be so happy with words.
Now they have so little to do with it.

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What one usually gets from revolution
Is more brutality and hardship,
Especially if the idealism
Was only words.

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Can violent means ever bring out peaceful ends?

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What will I have to endure
If I wait for you to catch on?

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The right might brings ain’t necessarily right.

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Smoke dissipates without a t race.
Maya is the smoke of time and space.

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How can you hope for heaven elsewhere
If you cannot discern it here and now?

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How would the river run if water was only a word?

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The vision inspired by any drug
Is in the mind of the beholder.

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Sometimes the pen only hits the paper
And a thought takes ink’s scrawled form.

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Dust, kindling, smoke, fire, smoke, ashes, dust.....

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Men have their vanity and women theirs.
The operating word is the same.

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Pathetic sampling everywhere you go.

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You cannot help but act your part well.

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What does a swine know of pearls in its muddy pen?

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Thank god you are not playing that part.
As much as you detest your fate,
It could be much worse.

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You will complete you fate.

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You is me, and me, you.

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You’ve obviously never been hungry.

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So many you would relish
Kissing and touching,
Even just once.

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Let go your imagination,
And where are you?

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You write of the drama you see unfolding.
They are reflections of a personal stance.

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Why not be fearless?

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Arrogance is only posing courage.

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Is your patter functional?
Have you the discipline
To reshape the mold?

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We are all functions
Of the data available,
And our impressions of it.

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The advantage of youth
Is that our foolishness
Is not so embarrassing.

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How horrifyingly twisted a mind can become.

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A still body is not necessarily a still mind,
Nor is a still mind necessarily a still body.

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Is happiness any more than ecstatic comfort?

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If you enjoy it, pass it on.

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Why aspire to another’s delusion?

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Accepting one’s life, one’s fate,
Is challenging if you long for another’s.

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With women, it all seems to boil down to romantic notions.

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If somebody puts it out there,
More than a few will probably believe it.

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You cannot expect your lot
To change without great effort.
Even then it may well not.

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Saints keep their impulses to themselves.

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You are driven by desire fueled by fear.

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Angels play their own games.

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Eccentricity can be a commodity
In a world thriving on oddity.

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If you’re put in an insane asylum,
What are you going to do
But participate in the insanity?

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How can intelligence
Ever hope to win out over ignorance?
They breed more and faster.

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Will scientists ever run
Out of things to measure,
Or see that nothing can be?

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Secret agent man.

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If its happening
Somewhere else,
It can happen here.

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Your fate is calling, a siren
Beckoning you journey in time.

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How can you trust a god
Who would do this to you?

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In all your imagined incarnations,
You probably have never had going for you
What you have got right now.

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It’s not another’s respect you need.
It is your own.

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Truth is nebulous.

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Fool’s gold.

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Do you share the ambition?

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It’s probably more enjoyable
To be the one who makes things happen.
Witnessing is for fools.

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Don’t force another to kill you.

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Make of it what you please,
For it matters not to me.

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Your hands are washed of it.

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What would you have if your pacifier were taken from you?

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Who can follow all this?

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Hope is just another abysmal four-letter word,
Another concept without a reality to stand on.

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Cast involuntarily into the mood,
Alone, you and your words again.

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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.

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Are you sane?
Only you can answer that.

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Better not to know the scribe.
You are your own measurement
Of that which none is required.

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Just leave the all behind if they
Will not walk where you must.

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Earthquake, or spinning washer?
What difference, really?

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Let Jesus carry his own cross.

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Another failed teaching.

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Is the teacher or student to blame
When all are truly blameless?

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Can a parent ever clearly see their progeny?

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The true antichrists are much less harmful
Than any dogma would have you believe.

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You are a figment of imagination.

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You need not believe any label.

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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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