CXXXIV
You
think what I think you think,
And I
think what you think I think.
Our
worlds are entirely projections.
How I
see you is my own creation
And how
you see me is yours.
* * * *
Travel
to the farthest reaches of your universe,
Look
back and find how tiny your world truly is.
* * * *
Wander
from memory to present and back again
Until
you discern the same eternal witness remains
Ever-present
no matter the play of consciousness.
* * * *
If life
doesn’t pound the arrogance out of you,
Death
most certainly take care of whatever’s left.
* * * *
You are
the holy ghost, the awareness,
The
witnessing, profoundly untouchable.
* * * *
Every
day is the day it is.
* * * *
If you
don’t want all this,
To what
is there to attach?
* * * *
Watch
with grand amusement how many ways
The
limited mind finds to torture itself and others.
* * * *
So be
it.
* * * *
We all
have our little moments of frenzy.
You
just have to ride them out as best you can.
* * * *
Develop
a reservoir of breathing methods
To
quickly remedy the mind’s many traps.
* * * *
Do away
with time.
Erase
the other from your minds.
Neither
truly exists.
* * * *
Win
some, lose some, win more later, die anyway.
So it
goes.
* * * *
Can you
love yourself clearly?
* * * *
Life is
a tragedy which time one day or night ends.
* * * *
We all
burrow into one routine or another
To
compensate for that we lack the courage to be.
* * * *
Who
doesn’t suffer from pre-traumatic stress syndrome?
* * * *
Care
free.
What
does that mean?
* * * *
So
where does logic eventually lead?
* * * *
Why
bother if it doesn’t call you?
* * * *
You who
see know what I mean.
* * * *
What is
sound relative to silence,
Light
relative to dark, life relative to death?
Transcend
all.
* * * *
Doest
thou have no compassion for anyone but thyself?
* * * *
The
only thing to transcend is you.
* * * *
Unless
something major happens,
It’s
just going to keep on deteriorating.
* * * *
True
wealth is prior to all dreams.
* * * *
There’s
a universe of creation and destruction
In your
own mouth every time you eat.
* * * *
You are
Self’s means of inquiry.
* * * *
What
took so much effort and bother today
Is done
tomorrow.
* * * *
History
need not be a taskmaster.
* * * *
Sometimes
you feel so grateful,
Other
times so resentful.
What a
challenge to be caught in time.
* * * *
Tell me
it ain’t so, Ma.
* * * *
Why are
you always so serious?
Life is
a prank on you.
Try to
laugh.
* * * *
Will
any apology suit the future we daily create?
* * * *
The
mirth of god’s many passions
Is in
the waves across the universe.
* * * *
Eternity
is ever the same no matter the time.
* * * *
We are
all posers.
* * * *
The
vastness is beyond all comprehension
Unless
you are it.
* * * *
You
should see how many for which
I’ve
had neither paper nor memory.
* * * *
When it
comes to language,
You may
not know the rule
And
still know the rule.
* * * *
How
long and short any life.
* * * *
Another
drifter.
* * * *
Few
things or either one way or the other.
Black
and white are more often various shades of gray.
* * * *
Bell
curves, baby, bell curves
Is what
how its all best described.
Probability
is what it’s all about.
* * * *
Haven’t
you had enough of processing
The
same garbage over and over?
* * * *
God,
how sorry I feel for so many of those to follow.
* * * *
Insightful
experience is one of the greater forms or worldly wealth.
* * * *
Look
out to the stars, look in to the mind.
Without
or within, see the infinity
Of all
that your truly are.
* * * *
What’s
wrong with having a monkey for an ancestor?
And
slime even further back.
* * * *
We just
don’t get it.
* * * *
Wherever
you go, more faces.
An
endless sea of faces
Shifting
like sand
In the
infinite chaos of time.
* * * *
Why
does there always have to be a point to everything?
* * * *
Get a
clue.
* * * *
When
faced with any problem, whether simple or complex,
The
trick is not to panic, to remain clear-headed and receptive
To the
solution awaiting your simple, intuitive presence.
* * * *
If it
wasn’t necessary when you were a child,
It may
well not be necessary now, either.
* * * *
The
human species:
Pestilence,
infestation, cancer, virus.
* * * *
You do
not need a piece of paper
To tell
you that you are free.
You
make that decision within.
* * * *
Would
Jesus wear a tie?
* * * *
Consider
it a good thing you aren’t in charge.
* * * *
No one
can decide for another
How
s/he will choose to live.
* * * *
It is
amusing to ponder anything that comes to mind.
* * * *
Try
never to play a game with ego in charge.
* * * *
A lot
of life is dying to keep humanity afloat.
* * * *
Chew
well.
The
universe is unfolding.
* * * *
How
many twisted souls there are.
* * * *
A
teacher only Self has.
* * * *
Democracy
is yet another face of tyranny.
* * * *
Being
brilliant does not necessarily mean you’re intelligent,
Nor
does being foolish make you stupid.
* * * *
The
stillness through which you travel is only in your mind.
* * * *
What
proof is in any assumption that there is a god?
Faith
is not an acceptable answer.
* * * *
Are you
running time or it you?
Or a
bit of both?
* * * *
There
can be little peace in a restless mind.
* * * *
All
those things you discover when you aren’t even looking,
The
outcomes of mutative, coincidental happenchance.
* * * *
You are
the dreamer of the dream,
And all
dreams have beginnings and ends.
* * * *
How
many heroes are cowards on a courageous day?
* * * *
No
going back,
But
where are we going?
* * * *
How can
the arrogance of ignorance
Ever
discern humility?
* * * *
Fat and
getting fatter.
* * * *
The
liar and his lie
Over
and over again.
* * * *
And now
it’s over.
* * * *
Oh ye
of little courage.
* * * *
Oceans,
rivers, creeks.
Arteries,
capillaries, veins.
Freeways,
roads, alleys.
How
many ways time flows.
* * * *
Feel
the whip of our creation
Lashing
us toward a destiny
Favored
by fewer and fewer.
* * * *
It’s
not so bad if you don’t know any different.
* * * *
Oh the
absurdity, the absurdity.
* * * *
Do you
always get so riled up over nothing?
* * * *
We
shred our garden into chaotic disarray
Fit
only for rats and cockroaches, crows and flies.
What
will this world look like in hundreds
Or
thousands of years hence?
* * * *
How
ridiculous to think you could ever change anything.
No one
can change a pattern but though total awareness.
* * * *
If you
can’t beat them, join them, is one way.
Another
might be to just sit by a road
With an
outstretched thumb.
* * * *
Though
it may be modified somewhat,
Everyone
sees the world through
The
screen created in the early years.
* * * *
The
unity of all things
Is that
which is prior to all things.
* * * *
Just
because there’s a void
Doesn’t
mean you have to fill it.
* * * *
Sometimes
you’ve got to raise the bar.
Sometimes
you’ve got to lower it.
All
relative, all relative.
* * * *
Mighty
hard to strive for things
You
don’t give a hoot about.
* * * *
Testing
one, two, three.
Can you
hear me?
* * * *
Fast,
cheap and out of control.
* * * *
How
many ways history can be written.
* * * *
What
can you really expect
From
any creative undertaking?
Critics
should be tarred, feathered,
And
driven far, far away.
* * * *
The
good news
Is you
can ignore the world
And
figure it all out for yourself anyway.
You do
not need the incessant babble of Babbleon.
* * * *
Death
always wins.
* * * *
No one conclusion
will every satisfy everyone.
* * * *
The
masses will never be interested
Unless
there’s money in it.
* * * *
To all
the beautiful people,
After
all that surface is said and done,
What
else have you got to offer?
* * * *
The
point is whatever crosses your now.
* * * *
Most
Sunday Christians
Would
probably be quite appalled
If they
were to come across into the real Jesus.
They
would not comprehend his words,
His
color, clothing, smell, culture,
Nor the
eternity in his eyes.
* * * *
Death
is nothing.
* * * *
What a
dream you’ve had.
* * * *
Just
another talking head.
* * * *
The
memes have too strong a grip
For
independent questioning
To
invoke real change
In the
paradigm
Of
human consciousness.
* * * *
Drift
at the now of the bow.
* * * *
What
meaning and purpose can there be
But
those choices time has provided?
* * * *
Your
parents’ lust assured you a place
In the
heaven and hell of existence.
* * * *
Get a
life or die.
* * * *
Fear
and loneliness play a huge part in any religion.
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The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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