24 August 2013

Chapter 138 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


CXXXVIII

It is enough to keep your own space intact.

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Minding another’s business
Is the hallmark of an inner desert.

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Every thing,
No thing.

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We are all drug along in the wake of our fates.

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Nothing profound,
And all the more profound for it.

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Might be they’ll remember you
As well as you remember them.
We’re all dreaming in self-absorption.

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Oxymoron plus-plus

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Blood may be thicker than water,
But wouldn’t your rather drink a cup of water
Than a bowl of blood any day?

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Some pretty rude and cruel entities on this world.

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Bubbles of time
Another metaphor
Of the play of mind.

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It will be nice to let it all go someday.

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Uncurl you fingers from the comfort
Of the pages you turn and turn again.

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How ironic that a garden world created over billions of years
Is being turned into a garbage dump in only a few thousand.

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What a challenge the duality.

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Is who you are pretending to be
Who you really are?

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Wafting through eternity,
A rainbow quickly fading.

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Don Quixote didn’t have a Stinger missile.

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Another batch of details takes form.

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You only know what know,
And how much is that, really?

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There is no identity in the nowness.

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Like the bee that lost interest in flowers.

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Can the human species destroy the world
And survive its own creation?

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For something to be created,
Something else must first be destroyed.

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Will any mind that truly questions
Ever be satisfied with any answer?

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Hoping something, believing something,
Does not mean you know something.

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Wisdom is just seeing
What’s coming down the pike
Before its arrival in time.

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Why would any respectable higher power
Ever require you to believe in its existence?
Would you demand a microbe have faith in you?
Why would any truly powerful entity ever be so vain?
And why should you ever feel compelled
To abide any twisted absurdity?

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There is no continuity but what thought concocts.

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Your have every right to be content.

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So easy to discount another’s existence.

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A piece of paper and a few initials behind your name
Does not make you a better human being.

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Can you listen to the insight
Without following the teacher?
Why surrender to a form?

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What mysteries play out in this vast universe?
Everything you can possibly imagine
And well beyond more.
Infinity is, after all, infinite.

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The dike we have built
To hold back the depths
Cannot forever stand.
And woe unto those
Who cannot swim.

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Each moment, entirely new,
Is tied together by the figment of time
As fabricated by the windy mind.

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What tape plays in your head
Over and over and over and…?

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So amazing what we must all endure
To participate in this grand theatre.

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Snobbery is such shallow vanity.

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What kind of world will it be for those who survive?

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Why is it some see so clearly
That to which so many are eternally blind?

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From your Self you can run,
But you cannot hide.

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Real leaders look out for times long past their own.

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"What’s the point?" down the canyon.
"Heck if I know," the echo replied.

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No matter how much you think you know,
You will ever never really know anything.

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Ironic how ignorance always seems to win.

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The infinity of eternity begins within.

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Courage is not always easy to muster.

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No matter how far forms may go,
All spring from the same formless nature.

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There is no escaping it.

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Unless the body can somehow destroy it,
The cancer inevitably kills the host,
Destroying itself in the process.

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What can you ever hope to change
When the dominant group
Is absurdly insane?

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But it sells,
And that seems to be
All that counts.

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Supposing you have lived a few trillion lives,
What were you before the first one?
What will you be after the last?

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The scariest part about this nightmare
Is that we all believe it so completely.

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Can a woman ever see the world for what it is?

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How much longer will you play that recording?

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Ignorance abounds.

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From the point independent of all others,
You see the truth for what it is
And what it is not.

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If these thoughts are true,
They will be fathomed by those capable of seeing.
But they will always merely be thoughts,
And eventually will be lost in time
As all words inevitably are.

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Time is the real enemy.

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Just another nail in the old coffin.

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Funny how quickly love transforms into hate.

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And you parted, both knowing
You’d never see each other again.

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Who can see the sun?

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Another time of reflection
On the utter meaninglessness of it all.

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Undervalued,
Misunderstood,
Unappreciated,
Disowned,
Disappointing.
Alas, alas, alas, alas.
How alone even angels must be.

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You owe me as much as I owe you,
Which is nothing.

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Light reflects upon the play of dust,
And we call it form.

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Life writes these meandering pages.
So many thoughts,
To what end? you wonder.

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Another moment turns to ash
Burned by the transience of time.

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The caged animal
Savages your hand and arm
Even as you try to free it.

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Isn’t fate strange?

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Rest easy in the abyss.

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When ancients came together at the forum,
Were there assignments and tests,
Or was learning enough?
How wearing
The burden of measurement.

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Another bridge burns.
No going back that road.

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What a badly written play.

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Suicide is just saying no to more.

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Amazing what pain so many would endure
For just another day, another month,
Another year, another lifetime.

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Don’t argue with me, just wake the fuck up.

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But for perception,
None of this would occur.

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There’s nothing you can do about it.

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The universe is your expanding imagination.

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So sorry, Charlie.

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How many really want to die?

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Reality has no need of solutions
Because there was never really a problem.

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What a strange life.

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In a thankless world,
Even applause seems hollow.
Impossible to please such dissatisfaction.
No matter what you try to do, it will never be enough.
If you’re lucky, it will please your mother.

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Probably only a few would ever
Understand everything you say,
And what does even that matter?

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"What’s the point?" someone asked.
"Heck if I know," the answer.

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Take a free energy break.

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If there is a god,
Please let if be one
That will leave you be.

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The only thing blinding you to Eden’s presence
Is you.

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Sometimes you’ve just got
To put the world down
And take a break.

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Just echoes of the same voice.

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Loyalty to a ladder?
Are you kidding?

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All around you,
So many voices,
All the same one.

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Do you have the insight, the vision, the discernment,
Of which those who would be Buddha are cast?

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Everyone clinging to their little piece.

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Believing something false to be true never makes it so.

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Humor is a great way to detox the mind.

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We are all the same body.

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Leave a clean wake.

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No beginning, no ending, only process.

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The oppression of the Greeks, the Romans,
Of all the many histories born of mind,
Daily plays its burdensome game.

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Ironic how the mainstream
So often embraces that image
Which would repulse them in person.

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So you deny your madness.

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The old theory-versus-application game.

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Free will is given such a narrow margin.

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Wrath suffers the boundaries of its explosive limits.

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Is there anything more empty than a politician’s promise?

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Free will is a highly illusive assumption.

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A curmudgeon’s magical mystery tour.


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The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
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