CXXXI
Three
observable tendencies that hold up in the human drama:
Most
seem want the bread of life more than the bread of mystery.
They
will submit to many forms of enslavement rather than being free,
And
they will choose the absurdity of good and evil over the reality of chaos.
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The
genetic lottery is certainly tougher on some than others.
* * * *
Even if
he was able to somehow reincarnate himself,
Most
Christians probably would not recognize the real Jesus
Because
they only have the notion of a form in mind.
* * * *
Two
thousand years … and counting.
If not
this millennium, perhaps the next.
* * * *
Houdini
also promised to try to returning.
* * * *
The
concept of a personal god
Is the
invention of a personal mind.
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All one
can really do in life is pay close attention
To the
many details, and let it pass as it will ever manage to do.
It is
the clutching passion which magnifies the suffering.
* * * *
The
newborn has no design in its heart or on its brow.
It is
alone and open, so innocent of what is yet to come.
* * * *
Drift
immaculate.
* * * *
May
will make up any argument, use any temptation,
To
persuade you its veiled reality is real and forever.
* * * *
The
senses are merely specialized nerves
Designed
to read the mystery as real.
* * * *
What
rapture can words bring?
* * * *
For a
time most cannot yet see in this unwieldy drama.
* * * *
No part
remains untouched,
No
matter its declarations.
* * * *
We must
collectively hit the wall
For
this paradigm to develop
Into anything
more viable.
* * * *
Another
one for the history books,
Bulky
and unread as they may be.
* * * *
Believe
you me, the scribe
Plenty
of vanity to contend with.
* * * *
History
requires your presence.
* * * *
What
you believe
Has
absolutely
No effect
on what is,
So why
believe anything?
Doubt
not that it will all
Take
care of itself.
* * * *
All you
can really do
Is
witness your version.
* * * *
You’ve
got your own soul,
You
don’t need mine.
* * * *
You
take so much for granted
How
precious that now unnoticed breath will be
When it
is your last.
* * * *
Each
day as timeless as the next.
* * * *
What a
strange thing, fate.
* * * *
So many
lack the discipline
To say
no to their pleasure.
* * * *
You are
the pendulum by which time swings.
* * * *
Is it
Monday again already?
* * * *
Hell is
filled with Hallmark holidays.
* * * *
A
little advice to people who want to live a little longer:
Don’t
be where others are shooting each other.
* * * *
You
rush around in your calendar life,
Getting
nowhere and missing everything.
Who
runs time, you or the clock?
* * * *
What’s
really amazing is that Mama Terra
Has put
up with us so long already.
* * * *
Sickness
is passed on in so many ways.
* * * *
Whose
right is right?
* * * *
Insanity
is its own license to cast itself
Into
its own version of freedom.
* * * *
Doesn’t
the suffering of existence
Make
you sometimes weep?
* * * *
The
point and purpose,
The
meaning and reason
Is
right now.
* * * *
Invasions
take many forms.
* * * *
Be wary
of people who want to lead you.
Their
sense of direction is often askew.
* * * *
Genius
pays its own price.
* * * *
Life is
going to kill you.
You may
as well enjoy it.
* * * *
If
humanity were rational,
The
world wouldn’t be in the fix it is.
* * * *
One
mirage chasing another.
* * * *
You
have nothing but ideas.
* * * *
Truth
or consequences.
* * * *
Let it
grow very still.
* * * *
So
bright, so stupid at the same time.
* * * *
Amazing
what you can get used to.
* * * *
Courtesy
is laughing at jokes that aren’t funny.
* * * *
Can you
believe sometimes what shit sells?
* * * *
Baby, I
may want you,
But do
I want to be with you?
* * * *
Cute is
just another four-letter word.
* * * *
Why
does time go so slowly when you don’t want it to?
* * * *
Whose
eyes are waylaid
By the
glossy bauble
Or the
cleverness of a shape?
Who
will always prefer form to function?
* * * *
So many
of us so jaded, so cynical.
Innocence
lost early on is not
Easily
resurrected.
* * * *
Is the
body a reflection of the soul,
Or the
soul a reflection of the body?
* * * *
Alas,
women never know what it’s like to pee standing up.
* * * *
The
human drama, the human soap opera.
Probably
just as pathetic from the opening scene.
* * * *
So many
so distant,
Any
surprise is short-lived,
Almost
contrived out of obligation.
Self-righteousness
is baptized passion,
Ambition
truth, law justice, and money divine.
* * * *
How
many clocks there are ticking-tocking.
* * * *
Will
your quest for the higher high every reach its goal?
* * * *
How to,
whether to maintain vulnerability
In a
world that will slit your throat without hesitation,
That is
the question.
* * * *
Whatever
you call it, it is the game,
And you
must play by the rules
Or die
stubbornly refusing.
* * * *
News is
what newsfolk choose to report
And
what readers choose to read.
* * * *
It all
boils down to the same thing.
* * * *
Perhaps
there’s a small sliver of hope to be grasped.
But
only perhaps.
* * * *
Who
knows you?
* * * *
Well-trained
people bring fewer headaches.
* * * *
To find
some measure of happiness
Is the
goal of so many unhappy souls.
* * * *
Sometimes
you’ve just got to break the record.
* * * *
Does
there always need to be a point?
* * * *
What a
trip obligation and guilt.
* * * *
Rushing,
rushing, rushing,
Always
rushing off somewhere
As if
all the rushing in the universe
Is
going to get you anywhere.
* * * *
Clever
people often mistakenly think
Those
around them less clever.
* * * *
The
biggest problem may well be
That we
take ourselves so seriously.
* * * *
Time is
the sculptor of all things.
* * * *
Even
the biggest, best and baddest
Will
succumb eventually.
* * * *
Don’t
worry, be happy.
Don’t
stress, relax.
Don’t
work, play.
* * * *
Funny
how so many
Require
outward sanction
To
support their sense of freedom.
* * * *
Don’t
confuse morality and law
With
what is right and just.
* * * *
Assuming
there is a point to existence, what exactly is it?
If
there were a point, wouldn’t we all agree what it is?
Wouldn’t
that point be the same from birth to death?
Wouldn’t
it be true no matter the shape or form?
Wouldn’t
it be the same no matter the time?
* * * *
Usurping
nature in every way,
Imagination
creates its own reality.
* * * *
What is
not vain?
* * * *
Take
away romantic notion and what do you have?
* * * *
How
many prefer words or pictures
To
seeing or touching the real thing?
What an
enticement imagination.
* * * *
So many
artists insanely trying to create
Something
that has never been done before.
* * * *
If you
don’t want to see it, don’t look.
* * * *
You
have to choose to be strong, to be courageous,
To have
the strength to face all odds, even death.
* * * *
Is it
what you want,
Or what
others want from you?
* * * *
Of Y2K
it will be said:
Midnight
came and went
As
countless others had before,
And
many others no doubt will hence.
The
universe will continue its chaotic order
Despite
the tides of human confusion.
* * * *
Sedition
being what the powers that be disagree with.
* * * *
The
press of time squeezes us all.
* * * *
Not
easy for the unruly mind to comprehend.
* * * *
Only
the names and numbers change.
In the
changelessness of the garden.
* * * *
Does
that really surprise you?
* * * *
All the
things you think you’re going to do,
But
never really will.
* * * *
Why is
it that when you have more time,
You so
often seem to have so much less?
* * * *
Something’s
going to come along
And
make AIDS look like Pop Warner.
* * * *
How
stupid that we battle about religion and spirituality.
* * * *
How
well we can train ourselves not to look.
* * * *
What
would the death penalty be like
If it
were an eye for an eye
In the
same way the eye was taken?
* * * *
Contentment
is free.
All you
have to do is change your mind.
* * * *
No
problem being one with creatures great and small.
It’s
human being that are are hard to stand.
People
don’t have an excuse.
* * * *
Is the
world cruel, or merely indifferent?
* * * *
With
reluctant anticipation,
You
watch the body slowly fall apart.
* * * *
You can
count on some people
Changing
as little as possible.
* * * *
Reflect
upon what you really are.
* * * *
When
enlightenment ceases to be a goal,
You may
be closer to it than ever.
* * * *
Have
you gone crazy ... or sane?
A
Catch-22 in any insane asylum.
* * * *
Sometimes
it seems
You
must make a fool of yourself
To
learn something.
* * * *
Don’t
be too cynical.
Don’t
be too naïve.
Strike
a balance.
* * * *
So much
to do and so little inclination to do it.
* * * *
Pointing
out the obvious can be rather dull.
* * * *
Have
fun, but not at everyone else’s expense.
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The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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