24 August 2013

Chapter 136 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


CXXXVI

Why bother getting rich
If you’re likely going to dress
In grubby clothing, wander aimlessly,
And sip bad coffee anyway?

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Observe the stillness moving
And the movement still.

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You never know, the next moment
Could change your life dramatically.

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Amazing thing how the mystery of existence
Dictates your time and molds your illusion.

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Watch your mind like you would a ping pong ball.
As it wanders to and fro, back and forth, here and there,
Your task is to follow it wherever, however it goes.

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That a computer will ever achieve virtual reality
Is the fantasy of programmers and writers
Whose connection with the real thing
Is as tentative as floating dust.

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Some spend their lives building empires,
While others are content just to watch
The sun disappears into the horizon.

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So many things you can ponder,
So many you never will.

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Sometimes you wish you’d never bothered.

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Why this all-consuming craving to be entertained?

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One soap opera after another
Without any discernable end.

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In a smoggy valley, it’s easy to forget
The mountains on the horizon.

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How often a deep understanding of the motivation,
The line of thinking, the frame of reference
Behind another’s vexing actions
Softens the judgment.

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Death will finish you at its leisure.

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Neither memories nor piles of gold
Mean much when it’s all said and done.

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Unless we get past our self-absorbed greed,
This consuming need for continuity and security;
Unless we transcend into a more egalitarian paradigm,
The time of man will end on a destructive note
Which will make the Twentieth Century
Look like a walk in the park.

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Those who have not, those who cannot,
Recognize early the boundaries of their existence.

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Only in death is the deck reshuffled.

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Oh, grand impermanence.

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The tension some feel even in the most relaxing moments.

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A forgone conclusion is unfolding.

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And what havoc will that little misstep wreak?

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In the right state of mind,
Anything can be an adventure.

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Trusting those who would lead you
Can be naive and perhaps even lethal.

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What’s the fucking point?

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Detours happen.

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Flies, cockroaches, crows, seagulls, vultures, rats…
And other opportunists are the legacy of the human drama.

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More of what you’ve already seen too much of already.

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Why be Jesus or Siddhartha?
Be what they were.

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Not to be confused are having balls
And being just plain stupid.

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Vision and lack of vision sum up the human paradox.

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What fools we mortals be.

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Sometimes you’ve just got to wait for the universe
To catch up to your fear, will, and desire.

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Tis the destiny of the day.

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Why in bloody god’s name
Do you require some authority,
Be it family, church, state or other,
To affirm you are doing the right thing?

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Another unintentional child born into the circus of man.

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It didn’t take faith to birth you.

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Along for the ride, are we?

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Process always seems to continue after all "The Ends."

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History doesn’t matter much to those
Who don’t know or understand it.

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Faith is really some sort of Santa Claus thing, ain’t it?

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Be wary of those who manipulate history to their own ends.

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Only fools and cowards imitate.

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Santa Claus, Puff the Magic Dragon, Peter Pan, Cinderella
Buddha, Lao Tzu, Krishna, Jesus…ad infinitum.
Stories for those who need stories.

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Believe what you want,
It does not matter one iota.

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Bought into the fear again, didn’t ya?

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Follow the desire.

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So often at the root of humility resides a snob posing.

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God isn’t the one judging you.

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Wisdom is boring to most.

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Every generation sees only the world time has left them.

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Don’t hold your breath for anything or anyone.

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To cut yourself off from nature
Is to separate from godness unfolding.

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Is any delusion superior to another?

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Is a religion that puts mind above all a true religion?

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Too many blind following the blind..

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Infinity has no bounds but imagination.

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In every thing, paradox.

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Life is full of waiting.

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After awhile, you just don’t really want to know
What’s going on in some people’s heads.

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The challenge in life is learning to discern the difference
Between reality and delusion, and not getting all caught up
In all the falseness, the ridiculousness, and the pettiness.

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Another just-in-case moment.

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There’s nothing to have.

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Play out the role you’ve been given,
And discard the mask when you’re done.

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Do you really believe any human law means squat to god?

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If this is a world created by a loving god,
Then god forbid we ever have one who hates us.

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Superstition will win out
Because it suits the ignorant
Of which there are so many.

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Time to wake up, folks, time to wake up.

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Ironic how human beings across the world
Make god as petty as they are.

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A nice demon, but a demon, nonetheless.

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No house is built in a day, nor a universe in seven.

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It takes a moment.

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There is no solution in time.

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Have patience
For that which you so desperately crave
Will soon come and be long past.

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You haven’t even begun to unfurl.

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Your psychological struggle
Against the tide of time
Is utterly futile.

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Look too many directions,
And you see there are none.

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Another inexplicable fate.

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Ain’t no going back.

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Moderate the wearing of corporate logos.
Only one at a time, no more than two a day.

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Third existential crisis today,
And you haven’t even finished your first cup of coffee.

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Every port an adventure.

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The target of so many failed expectations.

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How loose and flaccid the body becomes.

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Lost and confused, tired and bemused.

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Don’t need no more stuff.

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Cigarette after cigarette,
Pleasure’s exchange for life.

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Do you see how the fear,
The worry, the guilt, the passion
Chip away at your well-being?

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Death just got a little closer.

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Without a witness,
It never happened.
But then again,
Even with a witness,
It never happened.

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Death just takes you back to the ground.

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How many dances in the mating ritual.

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To be young is to be carefree.
There is no tomorrow, there is no yesterday.
Even a desolate pile of mud is gold.
When you’re old, there is only
Yesterday and tomorrow,
And every penny is counted.

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Mother Nature is not touchy-feely,
Warm-fuzzy, romantic, or merciful.

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There’s a little Rip Van Winkle
In all who return to memory’s youthful preserve.

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Anyone can have a lucky day.

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What is it to be truly, completely alone?

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A little more flesh to sell the wares, please.

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Can’t make a good sculpture with the wrong material.

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The vanity of mind and mirror.

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Even in the cruelest lie
Dwells the truth.

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Most need the order of the story.
Few can see it in the dust
Whipped by the wind.

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The only absolute in consciousness
Is its source.

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All stories are written upon the face of essential nature.

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Watermelon sugar everywhere.

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Can’t sell if the item’s not on the floor.

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What a bother things can be.

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Separate soul,
Or just a bubble of time
Floating through infinity’s maze?

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Why some accept so much
While others leave no stone unquestioned
Is indeed a mystery.

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A little education all too often
Goes an unintended direction.

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Whether or not you believe in anything
Does not matter one iota.

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Can you trust someone who doesn’t trust you?

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The irony of faith is that it requires so little.

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What’ a cold greasy meal to a cockroach?

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You got yours, so why worry?

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Be happy, if you can manage the endorphines.

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Imagine Jesus in Wrangler’s, a baseball cap,
And a tin of chew, all part of the timeless disguise.

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Life is a dust storm come into form.

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Few will ever even begin to ponder, begin to care,
What you have done with your brief little existence.


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The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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