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Probability
may learn one way or the other,
But it
is the fool who does not grasp
That
its mean rules the curve.
* * * *
Live
blamelessly.
* * * *
Aging
confronts all with the reality of mortality.
* * * *
Live,
from The Street.
* * * *
All the
ways life suffers are too painful to count.
* * * *
So
brilliant, yet so stupid.
* * * *
Some
will always find a way to be disappointed.
* * * *
So many
things you do not want.
* * * *
You
must fulfill the fate you helped create.
* * * *
Angst
creates art.
* * * *
Stand
naked in spirit.
* * * *
Time,
it’s been interesting.
* * * *
Can
time exist without space
Or
space without time?
* * * *
Rest
assured, no one
Will
read these words for long
If they
aren’t ready.
* * * *
The
sweet serenity of oblivion.
* * * *
Fate
plays its cruel hand again.
* * * *
Life is
a series of lists
Running
on and on and on
Till
death do you part.
* * * *
It all
starts to run together.
* * * *
The
mind is the portal to infinity.
* * * *
It all
adds up to nothing.
* * * *
The
tides of ignorance are too strong
For
intelligence to override.
* * * *
That’s
because you don’t understand.
* * * *
What a
strange thing self-esteem is.
So odd
that the fabrication of an identity
Colors
whatever existence remains.
* * * *
Too
busy to look.
* * * *
Does
suicide cheat death,
Or was
that the designated fate all along?
* * * *
Suddenly
you felt very tired.
* * * *
One
discovery, one insight after another.
Life’s
passing is full of unforeseeable mystery.
* * * *
The
eternal flame consumes all.
* * * *
Truth
is an internal matter.
* * * *
You’ll
just never know what cannot be known.
* * * *
Godness
is in the air you breathe,
The
food you eat, the water you drink,
The
pleasure and pain you feel,
And the
fire that will consume you.
* * * *
What
you agree to agree on is not the truth.
* * * *
So
little time left.
* * * *
Gradually,
notebook after notebook
Fills
with the same eternal theme.
* * * *
The
option for a better world,
For a
more functional paradigm,
Exists
within all of us.
* * * *
Why is
it so hard to understand?
* * * *
You can
probably live without it.
* * * *
Nothing
more foolish than thinking
You’re
smarter than everyone else.
* * * *
Complicity
is the mainstay to any group’s survival.
* * * *
Life is
what it is, nothing more, nothing less.
* * * *
From
whence did any creator come?
* * * *
Groupies
will always find someone to follow.
* * * *
See how
much you want
And how
much suffering it creates.
* * * *
That
one you think the other
Is
simply you playing two or more.
* * * *
As if
al that information
Helps
us make better decisions.
* * * *
See the
ocean in you blood.
* * * *
How
many times
Will
you count your money
Before
it’s over.
* * * *
What’s
worse,
A bad
loser or a bad winner?
* * * *
Just
because you don’t want to hear it
Doesn’t
mean it’s not true.
* * * *
Challenge
the vanity.
* * * *
Romantic
delusion is not truth.
* * * *
Defiled
again.
* * * *
If you
have to argue or persuade,
Is what
you’re saying true?
* * * *
A conceptual
truth is not truth.
* * * *
Once
you are it, what is there to believe in?
* * * *
You
really don’t know
If
there will even be
A
tomorrow or the next day,
So why
worry about heaven or hell?
* * * *
Par for
the course.
* * * *
Not
much point in being an optimist,
Nor is
there much point in being a pessimist.
It’s
just what it is, and try as you may,
There
ain’t no going back.
* * * *
(A
loud, deep, evil laugh comes from nowhere)
* * * *
Why is
it necessary to believe in anything?
* * * *
Prior
to thought’s creation,
What is
there but the orderly chaos
Of
eternity’s essential state?
* * * *
The
human drama is playing out in blind surety.
* * * *
God is
really just a genocidal maniac
Who
kills everybody and destroys everything.
What a pathetic,
meaningless creation.
Who
picked him to be in charge?
* * * *
Three
or four notebooks misplaced.
Where
have they gone?
Oh
well.
* * * *
What do
you think godness used
To
create this vast universe
If not
it’s own essence?
* * * *
The
human drama is the direct result
Of too
much shit and not enough air.
* * * *
You
want everything to be equal
As long
as you are a little more so.
* * * *
Another
exercise in vanity.
* * * *
You
probably judge yourself
Far
more harshly
Than
any god ever would.
* * * *
Every
spiritual text ever written
Was by
some human being
In
touch with a state of mind.
* * * *
You
can’t give a gift to someone
Who do
doesn’t’ see it.
* * * *
Jesus
was not a suit.
* * * *
Memories
are just fragments of a dream.
* * * *
Intelligence
comes in all colors.
* * * *
Life is
under no obligation to entertain you.
* * * *
Defy
godness at your own risk.
* * * *
There
you go again trying so hard
To
become what you already are.
* * * *
Are you
as foolish as you seem?
* * * *
The
prey linger near the predators,
Co-existing
util the tummy rumbles.
* * * *
The
ramification of the fact
That
you really are without a body,
May not
yet have fully dawned upon you.
* * * *
Eternal
life doesn’t imply continuity.
* * * *
Purpose? Meaning?
Value?
What a
dreamy irony.
* * * *
What
passionate echoes pulsate through the mind.
* * * *
Free
will is born of a choiceless matter.
* * * *
Discern
that space where you forget all identity.
* * * *
The
ocean is but a reflection
Disguising
the unknowable infinity
Of the
unfathomable reality
This
mystery truly is.
* * * *
Ambition
clouds your chances
Of
becoming a true human being.
* * * *
All
persona is neurotic to one degree or another.
It is
the adjustment to the illusory play of matter.
* * * *
Histories
come and go
As time
is created, remembered, and forgotten.
Consciousness
is such a fickle player.
* * * *
Trying
to be more only sets you further away.
* * * *
Torch
the veil.
* * * *
How can
time end if you keep creating it?
How will
the choiceless ever manifest
If you
keep choosing not to allow it to blossom?
* * * *
Without
the mind-body receiver,
You
would not, could not pretend to be.
* * * *
All so
obvious.
* * * *
Thought
is just a burst of lightning between synapses.
* * * *
To
survive its creation,
Manifest
consciousness,
Must
set aside apparent reality
If it
hopes for continuity.
* * * *
Absorption
with pleasure poisons you.
* * * *
The
human mind’s ceaseless attempt
To
transpose its time-bound linear nature
Upon
the spontaneity of the indivisible reality.
Is as
futile as a finger holding back a leaking dike.
* * * *
Those
zen-ish moments
Are so
real and true, so timelessly pure,
Eternally
in sync with all that is, has ever been, will ever be.
* * * *
The
moment is present
Whether
you are with it or not.
* * * *
You
will likely find in these many thoughts
Whatever
you are ready to hear.
* * * *
Why are
you afraid to question every assumption?
That
you will be ostracized, imprisoned or executed?
What’s
the point of existing if not to explore your world?
* * * *
The one
does not need the two,
But the
two would not be
Without
the one.
* * * *
It can
only be what you believe you know.
* * * *
Innocence
knows it without knowing.
* * * *
What
many seem to consider love
Is a
trade-out for some form
Of
emotional-intellectual security.
* * * *
Those
who desperately need the love of others
Have
not realized everything they need is within.
* * * *
How
programmed we all are
To jump
through hoops,
Some
enthusiastically,
Some
with great resistance.
* * * *
How
simple your wants
When
you are very young.
* * * *
You
were told of birth, death,
And the
mythology of your culture’s seedline.
And
you, in your innocence, believed.
* * * *
For as
long as you are attached
To any way,
shape, or form,
You
will suffer existence.
* * * *
Only
dreams die.
* * * *
Maya
has you in the grip of your own imagination.
* * * *
Why
would anyone accept
A
conception of god
Which
excludes them?
* * * *
It is
so simple,
But you
must yearn to see it
With
every singular strand of your beingness,
Unto time’s
death and the birth of awareness into eternal life.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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