XXI
These
many random thoughts are for those
Who
have the intelligence, the strength, the desire,
To
manifest wisdom, righteousness and truth,
The
potential that resides within all.
* * * *
Coin
whatever words you will,
They
are ever nothing more than tokens
To a
state, a quality of beingness
That
cannot be counterfeited.
* * * *
Who
does the killer kill,
The
thief pilfer,
The
rapist rape,
The
liar deceive,
The
torturer torture,
But
themselves in another form?
* * * *
Now has
you forever.
* * * *
It is
you, you trickster.
You,
you, you, ever again.
* * * *
You
must dredge the mind deeply
To be
clear of its confusion.
* * * *
At
first dust is just dust.
Then it
is not dust.
Then it
is dust again,
And
then you wipe it off the table.
* * * *
Across
time that distant voice in the wilderness
Can
still be heard within you:
I am
that I am.
* * * *
Better
that reunion with your true state be filled
With
merriment, laughter, good will and playfulness.
There
are times to be serious, but be somewhat cautious,
For too
much seriousness can so easily lead
To
divisiveness and aggrandizement.
* * * *
Your
mind is the fiery forge
Through
which you shape your heart.
* * * *
Here
you are, godness, experiencing mortality.
How is
it?
* * * *
Compassion
is the fruit of understanding.
* * * *
In
seeking the truth
You
must someday fathom
That
its fabric is you.
* * * *
You are
the divine mirage-maker.
* * * *
You see
it, therefore it is.
* * * *
Words
like these can bind you
If you
are not discerning enough
To see they
do not exist.
* * * *
We have
lost faith in leaders and heroes because over and over again
So many
have to their own ends used, abused and manipulated our trust.
* * * *
Are you
a cynic, or merely a realist?
* * * *
Deceiving
yourself is the worst offense.
* * * *
Always
give opponents a way out.
Tigers
do not take well to corners.
* * * *
All
attempts to be invulnerable
In this
mortal frame are futile.
* * * *
Give it
back
To the
oblivion
From
whence it came.
Take no
credit for any of it.
* * * *
Stop
trying to fit into this definition or that.
Nothing
can ever define the real you.
* * * *
From
unmanifest, awareness.
From
awareness, consciousness.
From
consciousness, your identity.
And
beyond that, the unmanifest.
* * * *
Every
problem usually boils down
To one
attachment or another.
* * * *
Faith
is not a fearful act of contrition.
It is
the timeless knowing of eternal intuition.
* * * *
Sink in
to the silence of no other.
* * * *
Serve
god as clay would the sculptor,
But
know that you are ever Self.
* * * *
Rekindle
all the goodness and innocence you knew as a child.
If
childhood was taken away too early to remember,
Find a
few children willing to teach you.
* * * *
Fools
know they are neither the disguise nor the act.
* * * *
So much
taking.
What do
you give in return?
* * * *
Discipline
need not be torturous.
* * * *
Read
between the words, between the lines
In as
many ways as your mind can fathom.
* * * *
There
is no string long enough
To
plumb the depths of this mystery.
* * * *
You are
burst upon time.
* * * *
Commit
to everything and nothing.
* * * *
The
limits of mind
Are
unlimited imagination.
* * * *
Nothing
distinct in the reality of truth.
* * * *
Must
the soul be bound
Buy the
body’s suffering?
* * * *
Humanity,
not really much bigger than ants,
Crawls
about, feeds and clothes the body, completes tasks,
Builds
dwellings and pathways, exercises mating rituals, customs and wars,
All the
while thinking itself so important to the welfare of the universe.
God
will surely save us for we are humble and deserving
Of a
better fate than we have chosen to create.
* * * *
Submerge
a bottle of water beneath the ocean's surface.
What
separates it is the container, but once the bottle disappears
When
was it never not that which it apparently is?
* * * *
Bright
or dull, reality is.
All
value is the same sand.
* * * *
The
self-imagery you concoct, you are not.
* * * *
We
delude ourselves believing
That we
learn anything from history
Other
than how to slaughter one another
More
efficiently in as many ways as possible.
* * * *
Even
the most valiant warrior
Must
someday submit to mortal nature.
* * * *
Little
do you realize that hell
Is not
some far off harsh, future fate,
But the
here-now you in isolation create.
And
that heaven is that same space
But
wherein you see your Self
Well
past the human race.
* * * *
The
only difference possible between right and wrong is you.
* * * *
That
you exist makes anything possible.
* * * *
It is
that source within you must embrace.
* * * *
Some
call it father, others mother.
It is
both, yet neither
In this
unfolding immaculate birthing.
* * * *
Of the
billions of human beings who have lived,
How
many have had the luxury of never knowing hunger,
Of a
warm secure bed, clothing for any occasion,
And
material wealth far beyond need?
* * * *
The
most glaring timber in anyone's eye
Is that
it is they who are doing anything at all.
* * * *
Indeed,
among all the traps the mind may weave,
Playing
sage poses the most subtle vanity of all.
* * * *
How many
project their vanity upon god.
* * * *
Sooner
or later it all passes before you.
* * * *
What
does education imply
But
passing on the same mindset
Which
created what life must now endure?
* * * *
Personal
codes, principles, rules of order, laws of any sort.
How
inevitable that the discerning buzzer sounds
And the
resolutely insightful cane pulls
Self-righteous
moralists off their vain stages.
* * * *
The
mind can be like quicksand,
Ever
clutching, tugging at your feet
In
whatever direction you are least wary.
* * * *
Vanity,
vanity, at every turn vanity.
Ahh,
such a crafty coyote residing within,
All for
dust and ashes, both the beginning and end.
* * * *
Any
expectation or hope that humanity will change
To some
more insightful route anytime soon
Is a
grievous jaunt for any idealist.
* * * *
Many
terms are used herein to describe that which is indescribable,
Yet no
word can ever capture, much less tame it.
* * * *
How far
are we from that moment when all can freely comprehend
That
they are players united of the same harmonic dream?
How
long must fear and ignorance continue?
* * * *
It is
not easy to suddenly be told you are it
When
you have been conditioned your entire life
To
believe that someone else knows better than you.
* * * *
Face
with courage and compassion the life you have sewn.
* * * *
Your
relationship with totality
Is even
now unfolding within.
* * * *
Unless
they deny all help,
Abandon
none who are capable
Of
finding that seed within.
* * * *
We have
all lived our lives discovering
In
every way what it is to be a human being.
You
must forgive yourself for the errors you have felt
And
till that soil which has ever been and will ever be perfection.
* * * *
To
judge another is to play a most unenlightened way.
* * * *
The
body is a seething bag of chemistry,
The
interactions which each must face alone.
Some
lessons are, indeed, very difficult.
* * * *
Philosophy
not culminating in an awareness beyond time
Is like
an eternal game of chess lost to stalemate.
* * * *
Fool,
madman, sage, who can tell?
For
their words also come from that well.
* * * *
If you
cannot stop and laugh at yourself,
Take a
close look at your state of identity.
* * * *
How
many become so solemn and serious
When
switching into so-called spiritual mode,
As if
being the light is separate from daily living.
* * * *
Until
you seek the reconciliation of all forms,
Of all
mythos, you cannot traverse unity.
* * * *
Lighten
up.
Literally
and figuratively.
* * * *
Whether
you like or dislike thoughts of yourself
Becomes
immaterial once you see your ultimate nature.
* * * *
Do you
ever watch why you seek recognition?
Anonymity
within is your ultimate state,
But it
is the drive to become more
Which
creates the wheel of suffering
Upon
which you go round and round again.
* * * *
What we
have done to this world across the board
Makes
Rome's lead pipes seem like a harmless prank.
* * * *
You
live at the level of mortal existence
Which
you unconsciously or consciously choose.
Whether
it be pagan, worldly, saint or sage,
It is
ever the choice of the manifest I am.
* * * *
Real
religion is the dance of mortality.
It is
every aspect of daily living as each of us knows it.
Physical
manifestation is both grand and mundane, joyful and sorrowful.
It is
an opportunity to understand and embrace to your capacity.
* * * *
These
words tinker with the destiny of humanity.
* * * *
Do not
take the body so seriously.
It has
never been what you really are.
* * * *
There
is no one who can forgive you
For all
your trespasses but yourself.
* * * *
Proclaiming
your god nature means
That
you are the same stuff of godness,
That
god awareness is your potential.
* * * *
Life
finds many ways to challenge any heart.
Do the
best you can without regrets.
No
matter what you may do,
You are
ever perfection.
* * * *
Armageddon
is merely a predictable juggernaut
Born of
the inertia of humanity's dualistic synergy.
* * * *
Fate cannot be denied.
To one conclusion or
another,
All must surrender a
lifetime of process.
* * * *
Just another day in the
madhouse.
And are you the sanest
or the craziest.
Hard to say, hard to
say.
* * * *
What
is the point of being bound
To any school of
thought?
* * * *
Though
there have been many
Who
have seen there is no mountain,
There
are really no tracks for you to follow.
You
must forge your own pathless path.
* * * *
What
need for a guru
When your entire
universe
Requires only undivided
attention
To teach you
everything.
* * * *
An
aphorism is a mystic’s poetry.
* * * *
Every birth a new
world, a new universe,
A new creation, a new
genesis, a new backyard.
Nothing new under the
sun, except you.
* * * *
Take
reasonable care of your body
In the same mindful way
you do your vehicle:
Change the oil, fill up
with good gas,
Put it through the
paces.
A no-brainer.
* * * *
A
curious thing how hatred
Generates such
creatively destructive energy.
And even more curious
is how those who least understand their passion
Invoke so much
suffering upon those who least deserve it.
* * * *
Personality
is akin
To the shape of a
wind-blown tree,
To the restricting ruts
in a path wandered to and fro.
The predicable result
of all the narcissism that our kind inevitably fosters,
And so often believe
real to the end … and beyond.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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