CXXVII
The myriad
creations of mind will scar Eden for eons to come.
Imagine
the skeletal remains of cities across the world,
In
which our descendants will someday wander.
What
will they think of all our amusements?
* * * *
Another
fateful decision.
* * * *
The
lure of romantic notion is a promise time drowns.
* * * *
Thank
god you weren’t born into that life.
* * * *
It is
value which creates all suffering.
* * * *
If you
haven’t already figured it out,
Governments,
businesses and the like
Are
only concerned about your usefulness.
Talk of
your welfare can end quite quickly
Once
your productivity begins to falter.
* * * *
Want an
answer?
Ask
Vanity.
* * * *
Why do
some so enjoy inflicting pain upon others?
* * * *
Even
the greatest human artists
Will
never rival the wonders
Created
by the elements.
* * * *
How can
anyone not discern the human drama
Is
chock full of instinctual patterns of an animal nature?
* * * *
What an
incredible set of coincidences
Have
gone into creating this moment.
* * * *
Imagine
what it was to be one
Of the
first creators of language.
* * * *
You
will find the answer that suits your nature.
* * * *
No
matter how well they market the lie,
It will
ever be the nature of corporate enterprises
To care
much less about your wellbeing
Than
what is in your wallet.
* * * *
How
quickly the generations
Lose
their self-sufficiency.
Specialization
will have
Its
share of limitations
In the
time to come.
* * * *
Become
the baebe’s smile.
* * * *
Even if
Jesus were to come back,
The
Christians would probably kill him
Because
he wouldn’t be saying
What
they were expecting.
* * * *
What
does the biblical assertion
“The
meek will inherit the earth” really mean?
Probably
something about mass graves,
Sharecropping,
or hiding in the hills.
The
bold will always dominate
The
innocent only hoping to survive.
* * * *
Believe
it or not, a lot of other people are suffering here, too.
In
fact, some endure a lot worse fates than you,
So
please, quit the whining.
* * * *
Any up
and coming generation
Will
putter out their lives as they see fit.
None
will survive that much longer
Or
shorter than any time does,
No
matter the character
Of
their choices.
* * * *
The
human species
Is not
going to change anytime soon.
Get
over it.
* * * *
A
collision with a huge comet might well be merciful.
* * * *
Know
how to moderate your pleasures.
* * * *
How
often envy brings down success.
* * * *
Friends
are great,
But
even a worthy opponent
Helps
pass the time.
* * * *
No use
worrying about the future.
It will
do what futures always do.
* * * *
How
intensely grotesque
The
human body can become
Without
all the vain ornamentation.
How
fortunate animals with fur coats are
To be
able to conceal the form flesh can take.
* * * *
Think
of your body as a field day
For
some form of death.
* * * *
Lust is
most enticing
When
the form and flesh
Are
young and still deceiving.
* * * *
So easy
to become a target for someone.
* * * *
To
tempt fate is to take on a very worthy opponent.
* * * *
With or
without a container,
When
have you not been?
* * * *
Forever
being what it is and is not,
How can
godness not be patient enough
To mold
and experience every infinite possibility?
* * * *
Desire
is the harbinger of fear.
* * * *
Image
lock is a held breath.
* * * *
You got
a name?
Well,
keep it to yourself.
* * * *
How
will you appear to the young when you are old?
* * * *
Imagine
yourself in a permanent state of deja vu.
* * * *
True
virtual reality is indestructible.
* * * *
The
media love to fan the public frenzy.
* * * *
Perhaps
the devil is your savior.
* * * *
Cultivate
your courage to face this existence squarely.
* * * *
The
relentless quest for numbers is a murky swamp
Which
contributes little to the balance
Life
requires to survive.
* * * *
It’s
your level of ignorance which rates you and your world.
* * * *
Political
correctness permeates every part and particle of the conscious play,
Even
those deluding themselves and the world that they are above it all.
It’s a
group thing that happens whenever two or more get together.
* * * *
No
artist’s work is always great.
* * * *
Godness
is not limited to the forms
Prescribed
by your limited imagination.
* * * *
You
only postpone the inevitable.
* * * *
Why do
they call it love?
Does
that mean love will kill you?
How
unromantic.
* * * *
How can
you teach what you don’t know?
* * * *
Desire
breeds fear in that held breath.
* * * *
It’s
what you don’t see that can be
The
greatest cause for concern.
* * * *
If you
can imagine it, it needn’t be done.
* * * *
No
matter what happens to humanity
The
course of Eden will not run quite the same
For
some time after our extinction.
* * * *
You’ll
probably be back.
Hell’s
too much fun.
* * * *
You are
alone together
To
gather the harvest you sew.
* * * *
Now
that’s hell.
* * * *
Spiritual
experiences seem to come to those craving them,
Those
who believe them for some reason important,
Those
who need signs of one sort or another,
Those
who don’t realize the whole
Damn
thing is spiritual.
* * * *
Vanity,
vanity.
That’s
all it is.
* * * *
Ignorance
does not have to be the norm.
Superstition
does not have to be accepted.
Foolishness
does not have to be tolerated.
* * * *
The
Great Oz, Mother Nature, will know what to do.
* * * *
What
wordsmiths we have become.
So much
history to play with.
* * * *
A vast
secret open to all.
* * * *
Hello,
little god.
* * * *
Tolerate
the differences as best ye may.
* * * *
Ideas
are all the malarkey of the ignorance
Upon
which imagination is fabricated.
* * * *
Those
who want the most
Tend to
step on those who don’t.
Which
have the most fear?
* * * *
Are the
parts of your body any different
Than
the galaxies and nebulas of any universe?
Illusory,
but still there none the less.
* * * *
This is
the everyman’s buddha
* * * *
Good
comes from bad, and bad from good.
Where’s
the dividing line so many keep pointing to?
* * * *
Total
attention is giving yourself
Over
* * * *
If who
knows how many of your ancestors hadn’t murdered,
Tortured,
kidnapped, raped, plundered, lied, and cheated,
You
wouldn’t be here to be so freely outraged by such things.
* * * *
The
reason so few grasp this mystery is that more
Finite
patterns are easier for the limited mind to focus on.
Baseball,
booze, babes, cigarettes, money;
Now those
you can count on.
* * * *
What a
unique point in human history we are traveling.
You
will play whatever your history draws out of you.
* * * *
How
relatively few human beings can ascertain
A
broader perspective at this point in time’s passing.
Will
they ever? Who knows? Who cares?
* * * *
Well,
at least you got yours.
* * * *
In
these thoughts are a vision of how it seems,
And how
it might be if it is the human fate
To
generate a different paradigm
In some
distant future
For a
brief time.
* * * *
Who
knows how you many yet choose to play it out?
* * * *
Mystics
see what is really going on.
A
burden in its own right,
One to
shed.
* * * *
Music
has to be shared now,
Because
it can only be read later.
* * * *
Do you
wonder if this has all happened before?
* * * *
We
dominate so harshly.
No
mercy, baby.
* * * *
There
really is no other way it could be, is there?
* * * *
Again
and again I’ll say it,
You are
so predictable.
* * * *
Meditation
is nowing, gracefully.
* * * *
You are
so tainted by your judgments.
* * * *
So much
compromising.
* * * *
You are
not wrong about all this.
* * * *
God may
be very patient,
But
Mother Nature can be a demon
If you
don’t abide by her rules.
* * * *
Dear
God, I do enjoy writing these little ditties.
Your
little creation amuses me so, and I cannot help
But
feel gratitude to have been chosen
For the
role of diligent scribe.
* * * *
Secret
agent man.
* * * *
You are
a bug crusher till the bug’s crushed out of you.
* * * *
Can you
love unconditionally?
* * * *
So many
you cannot even remember.
* * * *
It’s
okay to be soft and supple
Even if
it is so challenging.
* * * *
Politics
is the art of getting along,
Even if
you have to kill a few
Along
your merry way.
* * * *
You
have absolutely no loyalty,
But can
often be depended on.
* * * *
So many
thoughts lost for the want of a pen,
The
lack of a scrap of to write on, or the
Instability
of a spacious mind.
* * * *
It’s
proportion which fuels our lust.
* * * *
You
seek so many distractions to pass your time.
* * * *
You
waste your love on ideals.
* * * *
Amazing
the parts some must play.
* * * *
The
show must go on.
* * * *
Who to
believe this time.
* * * *
What an
actor you are.
* * * *
What
silly shows you play out
For those
fifteen minutes of fame.
* * * *
Whether
it be heaven or hell,
The
more is now.
* * * *
Why do
I bother doing this
But for
my own vanity.
* * * *
You
will someday return to the ground
From which all life
springs,
And will resume that
Which nature has always
been.
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The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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