CXLI
How
easy it is to lose track and forget
As the
veil again and again materializes.
Timeless
recollection is very arduous.
* * * *
Those
who seek truth
Will
find me in one form or another
Patiently
pointing to the way beyond all ways.
* * * *
What’s
the rush?
* * * *
As deed
after deed passes into memory,
You
find you have less claim on it
Than
you once believed.
* * * *
Life is
about awareness,
And the
awareness of awareness.
* * * *
Only
the rare have the option, the drive
To
pursue reality until it consumes them.
* * * *
You can
tell when someone is ready to go the distance
By
their willingness to look, examine, and engage.
* * * *
The
mind creates order from chaos
* * * *
All are
summoned to awaken,
But
only a few seem to hear the call,
And
fewer still clearly enough
To
surrender entirely.
* * * *
It
would make sense
If it
was your time.
* * * *
It
really doesn’t do much good to see all this.
You
still have to play out this silly world’s time-bound epic
In
whatever way your fate calls, practicing detachment all the while.
* * * *
There’s
nothing which needs to be done,
Nothing
which will not be done
In the
mix of illusions.
* * * *
Who
knows what adventures
You
will witness before your portion
Of the
dream comes to its end.
* * * *
Death,
Bitter
or sweet,
Twill
be done as done is.
* * * *
Whatever
masked costume you wear,
Whatever
language you speak,
Whatever
body you reflect,
Within
it is the same.
* * * *
Ideals
seem to often be used
To fend
off their actualization.
* * * *
How can
an imperfect container
Be more
perfect than it is?
* * * *
Ultimate
reality is unconcerned
With
the dream you dream.
* * * *
Why
apologize to anyone
For the
beingness you manifest?
* * * *
What is
pride but a dream of glory
Unfounded
by anything but imagination.
* * * *
If it
comes down to survival,
Perhaps
humanity will someday
Learn
to abandon its pride.
* * * *
You do
not really know
What it
is that you are seeking
But
there is this unquenchable thirst
Which
no dreamy concoction can satiate.
* * * *
It is
so,
Because
there
Can
truly be no other.
* * * *
You
must go inward to touch that
Which
can never be touched.
* * * *
Believing
the reflection causes every form
Of
heartbreak, despair, and madness.
Clear
your mind of all attachment.
Breathe,
stay true to the heart.
Seek
the serenity of inner union.
* * * *
Past
and future are ever here and now.
* * * *
Pride
created the rise of man,
And it
will be its downfall.
* * * *
Be here
now.
Be now
here.
* * * *
The
willful pageantry has set in motion a parade
Which
time will resolve in its own timeless way.
* * * *
Most
minds dwell in the superficial,
Satisfied
with imagery and shallow insight.
Few
discern the inner vision to plumb the depths
Of that
which can never be seen or fathomed.
* * * *
You
cannot really help
But
play the role
You
were born to play.
* * * *
That is
acceptable.
* * * *
Passion
fuels the human drama.
* * * *
To
believe your children belong to you
Is such
a silly, delusional, ignorant game.
* * * *
Few individuals
and groups in this world
Do not
lay primary claim to god and righteousness,
And
hurl against all who would deny them
Their
pride-filled arrogance.
What
vanity lies in the delusion of collusion.
* * * *
What
security can there be in anything transient?
* * * *
What is
this game you play?
* * * *
Maintaining
an anchor in the eternal
Is a
challenge requiring great detachment.
* * * *
You
must breathe, eat, sleep, and perform
To
survive in this dreamy existence.
Only in
how you do it is there
Any
sense of choice.
* * * *
Chew
fully.
The
universe is unfolding
In the
destruction of your gnashing teeth.
* * * *
All
time returns to the sea.
It is
the course of any river.
* * * *
What
happiness can another bring you
If you
were not happy before their arrival?
* * * *
The end
of time approaches as the pace
Of
human ignorance and denial quickens.
* * * *
Today’s
waste is tomorrow’s feast.
* * * *
Creation
and destruction
Recycle
themselves
In the
whirling
Of the
eternal moment.
* * * *
The building
blocks are indestructible.
Only
the forms change.
* * * *
Your
journey is sanctioned
By the
inherent sovereignty.
* * * *
When
you can fall asleep in a graveyard,
And
sleep the sleep of the dead,
You
will be home.
* * * *
You are
stardust breathing
Playing
time for a short duration.
* * * *
To
engage without attachment is the path of serenity.
* * * *
When
power, wealth and status are idolatrized,
The
mischief accelerates at an unabatable pace.
* * * *
There
is no end to the many false gods.
* * * *
How
much you allow time and space
To rule
your brief existence.
* * * *
How
will you choose to exercise free will
In the
choiceless ocean in which you swim.
* * * *
Worry
less about the splinter in another’s eye
And pay
attention to the timber in your own.
* * * *
As you
free up, compassion tends to replace judgment.
* * * *
Forever
is not a time thing.
It is
now eternally.
* * * *
You are
much older,
And at
the same time younger,
Than
any seed.
* * * *
Which
came first,
The
chicken or the egg?
Neither.
* * * *
Your
attempts to deny your vanity
Are
just as vain.
* * * *
There
is nothing more to become
Than
what you already are.
* * * *
Even
wisdom is a futile gesture.
* * * *
Reject
all form.
Reject
all non-form.
Move
beyond all concept.
Your
destiny can never be smothered
By the
whimsical quicksand of consciousness.
* * * *
You
will one day pretend to die,
But
what was never born
Can
never die.
* * * *
You
will do whatever you feel drawn to do.
Your
life, if it is to be called yours,
Will be
a timeless painting
Born of
consciousness,
A sandy
sculpture
Which
will pass
As only
you can witness it.
* * * *
If you
must wish for anything,
Be
careful to include some boundaries.
Too
much of anything can be the avenue to hell.
* * * *
Take these
words for example.
* * * *
Each
finds his own way of fulfilling
The
pain of consciousness.
* * * *
When
the minds stills, time ends,
And you
become a witness
To the
unwavering eye
Scanning
its creation.
* * * *
All who
truly seek godness will find it within.
* * * *
Only
that born of time dies.
* * * *
To
comprehend what is said here,
You
must be able to set aside
The
screen of assertions
You
maintain as your identity.
* * * *
Can it
be said to be
Your
consciousness or mine?
Only in
the limited theatre of ignorance.
* * * *
All
your identifications
Merely
amplify the deep insecurity
Of
consciousness and the false duality it sustains.
* * * *
To
claim there is only one Christ
Shows
how little you have examined
Mystical
literature from around the world.
* * * *
Invoke
the timeless times
That
cannot be remembered.
* * * *
You
cling to your make-believe
As
stubbornly as any child.
* * * *
How
mistaken you are.
If you
believe the evolving nature
Of this
garden world to be near an endpoint.
Eden
will spawn many new forms
Before
its time is done.
* * * *
How do
you approach
The
enigma through time?
Eliminate
the question.
* * * *
Even
the flaws are perfect.
* * * *
It is
all imagined.
* * * *
Do it
your way.
* * * *
The
veil is the mask of godness,
The
imageless root
Of the
dream of existence.
* * * *
Far
Side amoebas everywhere.
* * * *
Your
senses deceive you.
* * * *
To
discern the tabula rasa
That
which is prior to consciousness,
Negate
the scribble upon it.
* * * *
Once
reality has become clear,
Holding
onto consciousness
As it
is played in limitation
Is like
carrying a ladder
Around
on the roof.
* * * *
A wait
in line or a slow journey in traffic
Is a
wonderful opportunity to spend
A
little timeless beyond the veil.
* * * *
Look
with the eye that sees no other.
* * * *
What
need have you to endure the passion of time?
* * * *
How can
you feel anything but compassion
For
those bound up in the veil?
* * * *
What
longings have you for this transient world?
Do they
not all lack taste?
Do they
not all fail to satiate the hunger?
Are not
all no more graspable than fine power in a whirlwind?
The
incompleteness of separate, undiscerning existence
Becomes
all too apparent to those born to see.
* * * *
All but
the most discriminating souls
Are
blown about by the winds of passion.
Rare
are those who have finished with craving,
And
live out their time in moderation and contentment.
* * * *
A
bargain made in hell is no bargain at all.
* * * *
What is
it about the human mind
That
seems to need a story
To hear
a truth?
* * * *
Be bold
in your quest for truth.
Allow
no other to keep you
From
your birthright.
* * * *
Without
visions such as these written throughout time,
The
human condition loses all hope
Of ever
flowering
Into
its unmanifest potential.
* * * *
Plenty
of people trying to save the world
Doesn’t appear to be
changing much, so far.
Kind of like trying to
stop an avalanche.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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