XXII
No book
ever written
Has any
authority over you
Without
your consent as its author.
* * * *
Practice
until there is no time you are not.
* * * *
Whatever
this mystery is,
You are
as well.
* * * *
It is
for as long as you breathe.
* * * *
What in
this world is worth suffering for?
* * * *
All
manifestation is not
Without
you to witness it.
* * * *
It
takes brave heart and sure mind
To
discern that which has no measure.
* * * *
Discerning
this is totally up to you,
Your
willingness to surrender
To that
which you really are.
* * * *
Manipulation
is the lever of an impoverished soul.
* * * *
There
is only one rhymeless reason.
* * * *
You
keep seeking purpose, rhyme and reason.
There
may be none but what you choose to imagine.
Isn't
the sweetness of breath gift enough?
* * * *
So much
of our manifest existence is a collusion of vanity,
Each of
us wandering restlessly through life
Masturbating
each other's egos,
All
just imagination.
* * * *
All
thought is assumption.
Even
saying there is a god is an assumption,
An
inference created by thought's desire for continuity in time.
* * * *
Will we
ever tire of abusing our sandbox?
* * * *
There
are them that talks about it
And
them that does it.
* * * *
When
exactly does eternity begin
If not
your death to time now?
* * * *
Are you
asleep?
Are you
awake?
Are you
neither?
* * * *
Everything
you are this moment
Is all
you have ever been.
* * * *
Harmony
begins within.
* * * *
It is
ignorance and confusion which breeds evil.
* * * *
One can
certainly argue that the world was created to be spent.
* * * *
What
any others think of you is your own creation,
An
endless projection of your restless mind
Caught
by the shadows of time.
* * * *
You are
the blank tablet
Through
which all is said and done.
Allow
emptiness to envelop you into its silence.
Totally
negate your identification with any movement of mind,
The
ethereal awareness that is left is the real you.
* * * *
Quickly,
slowly, what is the difference?
It all
happens as it will.
Are you
mindful of the process?
* * * *
To know
you are godness, that all is godness,
Is an
understanding, not another ego trap.
* * * *
Leave
behind all attempts to organize reality.
* * * *
Those
who seek the devil often create one within.
* * * *
It really
has nothing to do with heart or mind.
Those
are just manifest analogies.
* * * *
Each
must discern his own covenant with godness.
* * * *
The
reality of unity is the most simple thing there is,
Yet
most get caught in time and space,
Build
it into something vain,
Toss it
out the window,
Walk
right on by,
Refuse
to even look,
Cannot
even begin to see it,
Get
distracted by all the diversity,
Or get
muddled by the apparent complexity.
* * * *
Karma
is just another entangling concept.
Responsibility
for this life is its own reward.
* * * *
When a
child is born, it is the potential of pure awareness.
Its
senses function, but no conscious knowing is attached.
No
identity or personality has yet been by collusion formed.
Quest
and rediscover that eternal state of innocent emptiness.
* * * *
Mystic
tools of promise and solace
Manifest
from Maya's endless bag of tricks.
They
play upon your fearful gullibility and superstition,
Your
desire for happiness and continuity, and the dread of mortality.
* * * *
All
outward desire for this form or that
Is
simply misdirected inner longing.
* * * *
The
awareness you are is immortal.
It has
created all you see and do.
To deal
with mortality, with change,
With
sickness, injury, aging and death,
Requires
a surrender few willingly fathom.
* * * *
The
wisdom you glean,
The
tokens you gather,
Are
your tickets to heaven.
* * * *
Those
who willingly injure others,
Who
gain pleasure watching another's pain,
Suffer
a tormenting isolation, a wretched separation,
Which
even the greatest compassion will likely never penetrate.
* * * *
Your
life is a series of experiences,
Much
like a moving reel of film images.
Memory
ties them together into a continuity
You
steadfastly claim is your life.
What is
the quality of mind
When
the film of memory is shelved?
* * * *
This
ceaseless preoccupation with religious forms
Only
delays your surrender to untainted spirituality.
* * * *
You
know thousands of words and concepts,
But how
far can knowledge really take you?
* * * *
Are you
really fooling anyone but yourself?
* * * *
What we
each choose to see and know,
The
drama we are driven to play
Is the
mystery of diversity.
* * * *
Moon
and sun crawl across the sky,
A duet
of form making potential
The
mystic seer’s dream.
* * * *
The
calculations of design are without end.
* * * *
How
many ists and isms
Will we
propagate until we see
There
are none but for those who count.
* * * *
That
rational science does not fully accept and embrace
The
mystery as its origin proves its incomplete nature.
These
thoughts are riddles, paradoxes, reflections,
Designed
to chip at your rational mind till it cracks.
* * * *
Real
religion is when you are one with reality.
And
then the religion disappears.
* * * *
There
are no easy answers for a complex mind.
* * * *
Self-righteousness
is a hell of its own design.
* * * *
Anger
isolates the mind and hardens the heart.
* * * *
What
does your face look like from behind that mask?
* * * *
Why
accept anything less than a direct connection?
* * * *
As interesting
as it may be,
History
tends to twist and turn,
Even
suffocate any given present.
* * * *
Saints
live out their idealism.
Mystics
are realists lost to time.
* * * *
Your
heart needs no object to give its all.
* * * *
When
you are it, what need for belief?
* * * *
Be as a
child in this mortal play of divine light.
* * * *
Who,
what, where, when, why or how?
Questions
which have no answer
Except
knowing you are the answer.
* * * *
Can you
experience without the experiencer?
Perceive
without the perceiver?
* * * *
If you
accept time and space are not ultimately real,
Then
history, whether personal or cultural,
Becomes
less and less significant.
A sense
of nowness, of timeless process,
Becomes
much more weighted in your awareness.
* * * *
Who is
it you feel you must become?
You
already are everything you could hope to be.
What
greater blessing could there possibly be in any lifetime
Than
complete reunification with the unmanifest source of your being?
* * * *
Everything
you fear are ghosts of your own design.
What
exactly is it that you are protecting?
Or that
you can protect?
* * * *
One day
you wake up
And all
that desire for continuity will have vanished.
But not
you.
* * * *
Take
personal responsibility in an impersonal way.
* * * *
You
just have to realize how little effort
Is
required to own this reunion.
* * * *
What
devastation will it take
For the
inertia of our collective synergy
To slow
down and return to a livable balance?
* * * *
Of all
the creatures great and small
To
whose extinction humanity has contributed,
Do you
seriously believe your line immune to such a fate?
* * * *
If you
give to get, you have not given at all.
The
unconditional asks nothing in return.
* * * *
Everything
you have is a temporary loan.
The
payback is your death.
* * * *
So much
of what you have been told to value
Has no
validity or meaning whatsoever.
* * * *
When
you begin realizing how little you really know,
You are
very close to discovering the reality you really are.
* * * *
Open
your heart to even the most notorious.
They,
too, suffer in this mortal theater.
* * * *
Those
who oppress others are locked in a hell of their own.
* * * *
Everything
you are or are not has nothing to do
With
what you think you are.
* * * *
Your
body will be destroyed,
But
what you really are never dies.
* * * *
Is it
really any different now
Than
when you think it never was?
* * * *
Accepting
any label creates a tendency
To live
up to the definition you give it.
* * * *
Destiny
is the play of free will born of illusion.
* * * *
All
cause and effect is founded
On
time-bound attachment to body-mind identity.
* * * *
Until
you unify within, nothing will change without.
* * * *
Your
resistance to this patterning
Is your
soul's yearning for union beyond form.
* * * *
Pain
and pleasure are both the promptings of nerve endings.
* * * *
When
you take everything all personally,
There
is no end to the contortions
Suffering
can manifest.
* * * *
Who can
know but you?
* * * *
The
mind's capacity for the order of illusion
Must in
the end submit to the chaotic order of reality.
* * * *
The
vain drive for power, fame and fortune are misdirected quests
For
what must ultimately be discerned within.
* * * *
To what
end do you lean?
Creation,
destruction or somewhere in between?
* * * *
Be sure
the teachers you choose to follow are real teachers.
Too
many use others for their own ends.
* * * *
The
dexterity of these words
Is
enhanced by your insight into their true meaning.
* * * *
The
challenge is residing in the moment
Without
identifying with it.
* * * *
What
you really need is provided without your asking.
* * * *
Shine
your light to the boundaries you create.
Then
expand those limits until there are none.
* * * *
Why
tolerate being fed ignorance?
Why put
up with the confusion delusion manifests?
* * * *
Attachment
to any religious, political, economic or social mindset,
Is the
play of limitation, separation and, ultimately, destruction.
* * * *
The
total functioning would not be without you,
Nor would you be without it.
* * * *
Everything is Nature,
But Nature shaped by
the mind
Misplaces the
spontaneous, rhythmic order
In which Nature alone
abides.
* * * *
There
it is.
* * * *
The
sweet and sour of existence
Doeth make for
interesting viewing.
* * * *
Whether to abide until
the bitter end,
Or depart with time on
the table,
That is, indeed, the
question.
* * * *
Just
another story, man.
* * * *
Everything is
arbitrary,
But some things do,
indeed, seem
More arbitrary than
others.
* * * *
Death
is merely going to sleep
And not waking up
again.
* * * *
The
innumerable masks
Can never hide from the
eyes
That see Self ever
pretending to be.
* * * *
Singularity
playing a vast game of multiplicity.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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