CXXXIII
The god
of the limited is Maya, ruler of the senses,
Bender
of the mind to temporal purpose.
That
which is unlimited is timeless,
A
vision to which only seers
Are granted
the key.
* * * *
Hoping
is not knowing
* * * *
Without
a rudder in the eternal reality,
You are
subject to the whims of passion,
The
hellish journey of the damned.
* * * *
The
veil of perception is a magical mystery
Founded
upon the mind-body receiver’s ability
To
transform the essence into the pretense
Of
conjured reality, one so believable,
Few
explore that which is prior.
* * * *
Burn
away the dross of imagination.
* * * *
Habits
are the routines which help the mind
In its
craving to feel comfortably secure,
A
coping gimmick for this journey
Through
manifest limitation.
* * * *
How can
a drop ready to evaporate
Explain
the mystery to one that is not?
* * * *
Interesting
how some treat things not belonging to them.
* * * *
Look at
that dead body and tell me
What
glory you see in it now.
* * * *
God
will show as much mercy to you as it does to every thing.
* * * *
You
cannot explain that which cannot be explained.
* * * *
A
theatrical maze.
* * * *
Don’t
let money be more than a means.
* * * *
Avoid
regurgitating misbegotten assumptions.
* * * *
Trial
by fuck-up, baby, trial by fuck-up.
* * * *
Normal
is just a large grouping of insanity.
* * * *
Don’t
forget to shave your ears once in awhile.
* * * *
Some
things you just really don’t need to know.
* * * *
Are you
a means to an end or an end to a means?
* * * *
Simply
inconsequential.
* * * *
Duped
again by your conditioning.
* * * *
Destroying
that which can be recreated
Is a
very short-sighted agenda.
* * * *
To move
in only linear fashion
Misses
the intuitive potential
Which
fathoms no bounds
* * * *
Once
upon a time we were all so pliable.
Youth
is of such sweet, short duration.
* * * *
Surrender
to the changing.
Become
oblivious to your desire,
Your
fear, your hold on time.
* * * *
Any
political system
Founded
upon bribery
Inevitably
grows corrupt.
* * * *
God
must be embedded deeply
In each
and every part and particle
For
everything to be unfolding as it is.
It is
the divine logic of every origin.
* * * *
You try
to be invulnerable,
But the
armor is imagined
And the
body only flesh.
* * * *
Your
hunger for the human drama diminishes daily.
* * * *
Laugh
or it may crush you.
* * * *
Surrender
to the futility.
* * * *
“A
little more, please,” asked Socrates
* * * *
We’re
drowning in an ocean of itty-bitty details.
Sustaining
all our self-absorption is so arduous.
* * * *
Creating
a separate god excludes you.
* * * *
Just
remember everything you eat,
A
cockroach does, too.
* * * *
The
literal-minded would rather ignore,
Worship,
torture or murder than listen
To the
wisdom a sage might impart.
* * * *
Walk
away from what doesn’t suit you.
There
is always ground ahead.
* * * *
If
you’re at all attached
To the
history of any concept,
Then,
yes, we are different.
* * * *
Be what
you are.
Envy is
futile.
* * * *
So,
how’s the shit falling today?
* * * *
Only
the mind is finite.
* * * *
Being
handicapped is, in a great part, a state of mind.
* * * *
A can
of Raid in every kitchen.
* * * *
Who
feels compassion for the cockroach?
* * * *
Same
skins of a different color.
* * * *
The
irony will be that when it does come down,
Most
will probably not understand why.
* * * *
What a
nightmare things can become.
* * * *
The
idiocy of it all never fails to astound you.
* * * *
Money
is just one of time’s many expressions.
* * * *
What
doesn’t kill you doesn’t always make you stronger.
* * * *
Every
moment is absolutely still.
To live
one must move through time
Like
film through a projector.
* * * *
What a
tiny fraction of total knowledge
Anyone
can ever begin to comprehend.
The
paradox is that any imagined universe
Is the
sum total of everything it is believed to be.
* * * *
It’s as
if you said it all to yourself.
* * * *
Explore
not knowing.
* * * *
Sort
and resort and resort again and again and again...
* * * *
*
What
time is it?
What
time is it? What time is it?
What
time is it? What time is it? What time is it?
What
time is it? What time is it? What time is it? What time is it?
What
time is it? What time is it? What time is it? What time is it? What time is it?
What
time is it? What time is it? What time is it? What time is it?
What
time is it? What time is it? What time is it?
What
time is it? What time is it?
What
time is it? …
Does
anybody really know?
* * * *
The
lists of things to do goes on and on and on...
* * * *
In
utter revulsion, he reeled back in shock and dismay.
Stretch
marks, cellulite, and sagging mammaries
Were
beyond his innocent comprehension.
She did
the same with his appendage.
And
then they carried on stoically
As
their genetics allowed.
* * * *
Whether
or not you are as mad as a hatter,
Or
balanced to the point of having a checkbook
A
banker would envy, it is all the same.
* * * *
We can
no longer afford to be short-sided in our daily living.
* * * *
The
mind is the imaginary reservoir of infinity.
* * * *
You’ve
done you duty, now leave in peace.
* * * *
How
many comings have there been?
How
many mystics have come and gone?
* * * *
Life is
short no matter how long.
You may
as well adventure to your capacity.
* * * *
That,
too, will change.
* * * *
Today
are you sure you feel like caring?
* * * *
You, my
friend, are a real yawner.
* * * *
So many
people need a lie more than the truth.
* * * *
That
ring around the finger can so quickly
Become
a ball and chain around the neck.
* * * *
There
may be free will, but the choices are limited.
* * * *
We just
don’t get it, and the future will pay the piper.
Pity
all the children yet to play out time’s curse.
* * * *
A
rubber band can only stretch so far.
* * * *
You are
confined to the matrix,
The
holograph, the set, the infinity
Of your
time.
* * * *
The
shiny-on-paper army
Quickly
loses its glossy sheen
When
the bullets start flying.
* * * *
For the
glut of ideas, the world was lost.
* * * *
You can
call it any name you wish.
I call
it me.
* * * *
Amuse
me, think about it.
* * * *
Despite
all our technological advances,
Time
always manages to fill itself
With or
without any aid.
* * * *
Build a
bridge, get over it.
* * * *
The
goals of one generation may not motivate the next.
* * * *
To
unclench you fist, unclench your mind.
* * * *
Best
not to shit in anybody’s back yard.
* * * *
Unless
you’re using force,
You
can’t force someone
To pull
out that wallet.
* * * *
The
ceaseless chatter that you
Or the
rest of humanity has uttered
Since
the origin of consciousness
Doesn’t
really amount to squat.
* * * *
Be
silent and enjoy the peace.
* * * *
You
never know when someone will change their mind.
* * * *
Most of
us take a lot of things for granted when we’re young.
* * * *
Out of
endless stream of data,
You
concoct your personal reality.
* * * *
Innocence
cannot stand long against
The
churning cauldron of civilization.
* * * *
More
than some, less than others.
* * * *
Dig
below the surface and who knows what you’ll find.
* * * *
There
are some things about which you care,
And
countless ones about which you do not and never will.
We are
very selective, limited, parochial creatures.
* * * *
How
much crap you have been fed.
* * * *
How’s
it feel to be the monkey in your mind?
* * * *
Epiphany
after epiphany, life rolls on.
* * * *
Depends
whether or not the tiger is hungry.
* * * *
How
fixated you are on yourself.
* * * *
Only
you can let go of your past.
* * * *
How
much less effort is required
When
you do something for its own sake,
Simply
because you enjoy the process.
* * * *
Carry a
demon and it carries you.
* * * *
Are you
dreaming the dream,
Or is
the dream dreaming you?
* * * *
Build
space into your daily routines.
Go
placidly amid the noise and haste.
* * * *
The soap
operas we weave.
* * * *
Nothing
is proof enough.
* * * *
We’re
all delusional,
We’re
all quite insane,
We’re
all scurrying madly
Toward
one cliff or another.
* * * *
Why
would anyone want to end up
A
picture on someone’s mantel?
* * * *
We all keep
repeating ourselves.
* * * *
Our
little short term free will experiment
Must
someday face the reality of what it has destroyed.
Are we
so different from any petri dish bacteria?
* * * *
Worry
about forever tomorrow.
* * * *
Even
the worst demon was once a child.
* * * *
Who
will take responsibility?
* * * *
You
know who you are.
* * * *
Dance
like you ain’t no body.
* * * *
It is
your limitation which hurts.
* * * *
Now is
the time.
* * * *
Can’t
you see how the linear mind will twist it again?
* * * *
Get back to simplicity if you can.
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The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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