XXIX
Who
does not want to stay forever young?
Every
rose fades, get over it.
No
drama, just fact.
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The
wrong bait catches an empty hook.
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Set too
high a goal and people will not bother trying.
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Those
who imitate lack the inclination to be original.
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You are
the church.
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You
only need a guru if you are not ready.
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How can
anyone’s love ever be enough
If you
have not learned to love yourself?
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Isn’t
your own soul enough?
Why
would you need another’s?
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What
makes you believe your version of history
Is
anything more than a random hodgepodge?
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Satisfaction
is a personal issue.
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Never
let it be said that god lacks imagination.
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Where
can words ever really take you
That
you were not already forever?
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Just
another irony of being alive
Is that
in order to be still you must move,
And in
order to move you must be still.
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Your
will be beckoned when it is time.
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Coincidence
just sort of happens.
* * * *
History
notes many instances
What
risks messengers hazard.
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Where
is the difference between
Earth,
wind, water and fire?
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Why
cast your lot with any ist or ism,
With
any limitation, with any limited view?
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Even
the truth is a lie.
Even a
lie is the truth.
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The
vast indifference need not be a downer.
It can
be quite amusing with the right frame of mind.
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What is
this need so many have
For
meaning and purpose?
Why
isn’t existence enough?
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We are
all prisoners of gender.
* * * *
What
you think of anyone is your own business,
And
does not matter one iota, or spawn
Any
real difference whatsoever.
* * * *
It
ain’t about you or me.
It’s
about us.
* * * *
Intuition
comes to those who pay attention
* * * *
We so
admire and envy ambition,
Yet
where does success so often lead
But
injury and anguish for so many
Who are
trampled in the process?
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See the
godness in you.
See it
in everything.
* * * *
It
wrote itself through you as witness.
* * * *
Choice?
What a
laugh.
What a
cry.
* * * *
Benign
artifice burns to a crisp
When
the fire rages.
* * * *
Does
the ocean care?
* * * *
Image
is deception.
* * * *
Whether
locked or open,
The
door will tell them quietly enough.
* * * *
The
rock, so still, moves
Until
it washes away.
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Once
you feed the beast,
Its
insatiable hunger demands more and more
Until
you are spent and blow away like an autumn leaf into a snowdrift.
The
masses remain unfulfilled despite all your glory.
* * * *
You may
often not feel like godness,
But
that must mean even god has bad days.
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Who
does not pay a price for their birth?
* * * *
Sometimes
you finally realize that some things
Just
aren’t worth putting up with anymore.
Infinite
patience is a pleasant hope
Whose
time has yet to arrive
In all
but the most rare.
* * * *
Women
jabber about relationship, clothes and children,
Men
about money, sports, hunting, gambling and sex.
What in
god’s name do the sexes have in common?
* * * *
To have
come through
What you
have come through
Is,
indeed, a miracle.
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*
Father,
brother, mother, sister
Who art
in heaven, hallowed be thy names.
Thy
kingdom come, thy will be done,
On
earth as it is in heaven.
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Know
everything until you can know nothing.
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Minding
your own business,
The
thoughts keep bubbling
No
matter where or when.
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The
less you want from any of it,
The
more at peace you will be.
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Experiments
tend to supply further answers and questions.
Sometimes
the answers are non-answers, and often
The
questions supply only more questions,
Some of
which have no answers.
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Another
beautiful face.
Another
gorgeous body.
Yawn.
* * * *
Become
the smoke of maya.
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Is it
even possible for everyone
In the
game of life to be a winner?
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You are
an antichrist as Jesus himself was.
The
true church has ever and will ever be within.
Any
lesser foundation cannot help but be incomplete.
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Can
violent revolution ever cure what ails us?
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Do you
suppose anything’s possible?
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An
audience limits those who require one.
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Disregard
the enemy without.
Find
the friend within.
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Across
the universe of imagination,
Angels
sing and demons howl,
The
unison sounding Om,
The
great mystery, one.
* * * *
What a
confused world to bring a child into.
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Truth
seems paradoxical
To
those caught up in words.
* * * *
Is the
universal sound Om or Mo?
Dang, I
cannot remember... again.
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What is
contentment
But the
cessation of passion.
* * * *
Do you
really need to see it all
To know
it completely?
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Keep
running, please keep running
I don’t
really want to catch you.
The
chase is just enough.
* * * *
To see
and not go insane.
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You do
this for the other godfolk.
* * * *
Refuse
to worry.
* * * *
Can you
transcend your genetic pattern?
* * * *
Can you
break the universal weaving?
Hah!
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The
guys with the bigger laws win.
* * * *
Why
should a woman’s leg
Be more
enticing than a tree trunk?
* * * *
What
patterns the gene?
* * * *
So you
haven’t figured it out yet.
Oh
well.
* * * *
To be
free not just of your pain
But of
pleasure, as well,
Now, that’s
freedom.
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Don’t
even think about it.
* * * *
Feel
free to be your Self.
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Same
old ho-hum.
* * * *
What’s
the point?
What’s
the no-point?
* * * *
You
need not perform
The
same old song and dance.
You do
not require the mirrors anymore.
Neither
applause nor jeers
Need be
a concern.
* * * *
The
trick in war is to hit your opponent
Harder
than they were expecting.
* * * *
What so
many seem to call civilization
Is just
a big win-lose monopoly game.
* * * *
This
has got to be some sort of joke.
This
pathetic dream cannot be for real.
* * * *
How
difficult it is
To
pretend something
In
which you do not really believe.
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Humanity
is bound by its countless limited visions.
To
survive it may need discern the one common to all.
* * * *
The
world has ever changed.
Humanity
has only briefly inflicted
Temporary
scratches upon the surface.
* * * *
Transcending
consciousness
Is
merely releasing what is no longer necessary.
You
have seen what there is to see.
* * * *
It is
very much a solitary journey,
And
each finds their own route
To the
source of all dreams.
* * * *
It is
not so much a matter of you
Becoming
whatever you believe it is
As it
is letting go what you think you are.
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What
vain pretense is worth
Denying
your divine origin?
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Vain
pride is the linear mind’s baseline.
With it
as your crutch you condemn yourself
To the blindness
of the eternally damned,
Those
to whom time is the imagined
Cornerstone
of this brief dream.
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What
loyalty does the scribe have to time?
Enough
to write this silliness about the silliness.
* * * *
So many
so busy making a statement
About
one vain thing or another.
How
blind we ever are
To
where pride always leads.
* * * *
These
words address
That
slim segment of humanity
Capable
of examining their limitations.
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Fair
would be fair if everyone agreed what fair is.
* * * *
Concepts
are not capable of being ends in themselves.
They
should be considered servants, not masters.
Consciousness
is a touchstone of reality,
And can
never be reality in itself.
* * * *
Most
cannot begin to comprehend
How
appalling the fall must eventually be.
No
climb is without the journey down.
* * * *
Extinction
is an option.
* * * *
Humanity’s
rise and fall
Will
probably graph like a
Single
heartbeat from an EKG.
A
short-lived flurry of consciousness
In the
eternal drama of it all.
* * * *
In any
wager, the gambler calculates probabilities.
What
are the real odds, what are the real outcomes
On all
the ventures humanity is staking its future on?
* * * *
Conveniently
forgotten again.
* * * *
The
world changes one soul at a time.
* * * *
Find
love wherever it finds you.
* * * *
Who are
you to stop a soul
From
sleeping through eternity.
* * * *
Take
the romance out, and what have you got.
* * * *
Got to
do it the first time to know.
* * * *
The
only point of reference
In any
given eternal part
Is that
still point within.
* * * *
Rediscover
it each time anew.
* * * *
Good
thing your criminal mind yet known.
* * * *
What do
you really know
Without
whatever authority
Upon
which you so depend?
* * * *
It’s
just a matter of time.
* * * *
Give it
all to whatever game you’re playing.
Don’t
save it for the poor sportsmanship afterwards.
* * * *
Taking
on the separations of the world is a heavy weight contention.
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The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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