24 August 2013

Chapter 134 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


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.

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Travel to the farthest reaches of your universe,
Look back and find how tiny your world truly is.

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Wander from memory to present and back again
Until you discern the same eternal witness remains
Ever-present no matter the play of consciousness.

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If life doesn’t pound the arrogance out of you,
Death most certainly take care of whatever’s left.

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You are the holy ghost, the awareness,
The witnessing, profoundly untouchable.

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Every day is the day it is.

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If you don’t want all this,
To what is there to attach?

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Watch with grand amusement how many ways
The limited mind finds to torture itself and others.

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So be it.

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We all have our little moments of frenzy.
You just have to ride them out as best you can.

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Develop a reservoir of breathing methods
To quickly remedy the mind’s many traps.

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Do away with time.
Erase the other from your minds.
Neither truly exists.

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Win some, lose some, win more later, die anyway.
So it goes.

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Can you love yourself clearly?

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Life is a tragedy which time one day or night ends.

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We all burrow into one routine or another
To compensate for that we lack the courage to be.

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Who doesn’t suffer from pre-traumatic stress syndrome?

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Care free.
What does that mean?

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So where does logic eventually lead?

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Why bother if it doesn’t call you?

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You who see know what I mean.

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What is sound relative to silence,
Light relative to dark, life relative to death?
Transcend all.

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Doest thou have no compassion for anyone but thyself?

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The only thing to transcend is you.

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Unless something major happens,
It’s just going to keep on deteriorating.

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True wealth is prior to all dreams.

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There’s a universe of creation and destruction
In your own mouth every time you eat.

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You are Self’s means of inquiry.

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What took so much effort and bother today
Is done tomorrow.

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History need not be a taskmaster.

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Sometimes you feel so grateful,
Other times so resentful.
What a challenge to be caught in time.

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Tell me it ain’t so, Ma.

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Why are you always so serious?
Life is a prank on you.
Try to laugh.

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Will any apology suit the future we daily create?

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The mirth of god’s many passions
Is in the waves across the universe.

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Eternity is ever the same no matter the time.

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We are all posers.

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The vastness is beyond all comprehension
Unless you are it.

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You should see how many for which
I’ve had neither paper nor memory.

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When it comes to language,
You may not know the rule
And still know the rule.

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How long and short any life.

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Another drifter.

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Few things or either one way or the other.
Black and white are more often various shades of gray.

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Bell curves, baby, bell curves
Is what how its all best described.
Probability is what it’s all about.

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Haven’t you had enough of processing
The same garbage over and over?

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God, how sorry I feel for so many of those to follow.

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Insightful experience is one of the greater forms or worldly wealth.

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Look out to the stars, look in to the mind.
Without or within, see the infinity
Of all that your truly are.

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What’s wrong with having a monkey for an ancestor?
And slime even further back.

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We just don’t get it.

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Wherever you go, more faces.
An endless sea of faces
Shifting like sand
In the infinite chaos of time.

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Why does there always have to be a point to everything?

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Get a clue.

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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.

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If it wasn’t necessary when you were a child,
It may well not be necessary now, either.

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The human species:
Pestilence, infestation, cancer, virus.

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You do not need a piece of paper
To tell you that you are free.
You make that decision within.

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Would Jesus wear a tie?

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Consider it a good thing you aren’t in charge.

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No one can decide for another
How s/he will choose to live.

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It is amusing to ponder anything that comes to mind.

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Try never to play a game with ego in charge.

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A lot of life is dying to keep humanity afloat.

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Chew well.
The universe is unfolding.

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How many twisted souls there are.

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A teacher only Self has.

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Democracy is yet another face of tyranny.

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Being brilliant does not necessarily mean you’re intelligent,
Nor does being foolish make you stupid.

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The stillness through which you travel is only in your mind.

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What proof is in any assumption that there is a god?
Faith is not an acceptable answer.

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Are you running time or it you?
Or a bit of both?

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There can be little peace in a restless mind.

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All those things you discover when you aren’t even looking,
The outcomes of mutative, coincidental happenchance.

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You are the dreamer of the dream,
And all dreams have beginnings and ends.

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How many heroes are cowards on a courageous day?

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No going back,
But where are we going?

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How can the arrogance of ignorance
Ever discern humility?

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Fat and getting fatter.

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The liar and his lie
Over and over again.

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And now it’s over.

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Oh ye of little courage.

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Oceans, rivers, creeks.
Arteries, capillaries, veins.
Freeways, roads, alleys.
How many ways time flows.

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Feel the whip of our creation
Lashing us toward a destiny
Favored by fewer and fewer.

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It’s not so bad if you don’t know any different.

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Oh the absurdity, the absurdity.

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Do you always get so riled up over nothing?

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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?

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How ridiculous to think you could ever change anything.
No one can change a pattern but though total awareness.

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If you can’t beat them, join them, is one way.
Another might be to just sit by a road
With an outstretched thumb.

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Though it may be modified somewhat,
Everyone sees the world through
The screen created in the early years.

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The unity of all things
Is that which is prior to all things.

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Just because there’s a void
Doesn’t mean you have to fill it.

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Sometimes you’ve got to raise the bar.
Sometimes you’ve got to lower it.
All relative, all relative.

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Mighty hard to strive for things
You don’t give a hoot about.

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Testing one, two, three.
Can you hear me?

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Fast, cheap and out of control.

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How many ways history can be written.

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What can you really expect
From any creative undertaking?
Critics should be tarred, feathered,
And driven far, far away.

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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.

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Death always wins.

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No one conclusion will every satisfy everyone.

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The masses will never be interested
Unless there’s money in it.

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To all the beautiful people,
After all that surface is said and done,
What else have you got to offer?

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The point is whatever crosses your now.

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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.

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Death is nothing.

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What a dream you’ve had.

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Just another talking head.

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The memes have too strong a grip
For independent questioning
To invoke real change
In the paradigm
Of human consciousness.

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Drift at the now of the bow.

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What meaning and purpose can there be
But those choices time has provided?

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Your parents’ lust assured you a place
In the heaven and hell of existence.

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Get a life or die.

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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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