XXV
The
mind is much more than a problem-solver, or maker.
Free
yourself from the burdens you have accumulated in this world.
They
are not worth their weight in gold, or any other form of cash or wampum.
* * * *
Excess
ever weaves a price.
* * * *
Who has
ever really discerned these things
Atop
the shoulders of another?
All
must seek truth alone.
* * * *
How
many governments or corporations
Are
truly concerned about individual welfare?
* * * *
Do you
seriously believe
Great
prophets of this world
Would
bother entering the shrines
You
have built upon their teachings?
* * * *
It is
more than the eyes can see
And
less than the mind can know.
* * * *
Organized
religion is a crutch vainly used by many
To
avoid unleashing the potential within.
* * * *
There
is nothing which you can truly own in this world
Except
this surety of your ultimate nature.
* * * *
What
price, your soul?
* * * *
What
nations or religions are really necessary
Once
you understand the unity prior to consciousness?
* * * *
It is
the mirrors of ignorance
The
weariness of which ripens you into awakening.
* * * *
All
must learn and earn the sovereign courage
To
match and overcome the despair
Which
living so often brings.
* * * *
That
soul bivouacked on the park bench,
Is you
in yet another version.
* * * *
What
irony that we captivate and destroy,
That we
put our forests into houses that are overly large,
That we
kill off ourselves and other life forms in every way imaginable,
And
then name landmarks and consumables after them.
* * * *
All
that diversity, so much of which you dread, is your own creation.
How you
destroy it so voraciously, so mindlessly,
Is
insane beyond reckoning.
* * * *
The
politicians and priests play upon your vanity
And you
encourage them by paying for their wars and temples.
You are
ensnared and choreographed by your own fear
When
all you have to do is just say no.
* * * *
From
whence these words do come?
Why,
from you, of course, for as has oft been said,
You are
your own version of the same play.
* * * *
Arguing
your limitations only brings them about.
* * * *
When
you are a child you speak as a child.
When
you grow up you put away childish things.
When
you find you, you recreate the best of all worlds.
* * * *
Even for
the most honorable demon,
There
is never a point of no return.
* * * *
The
source is like the hub of a wheel,
The gap
in a spark plug, the space in a ball.
Ever
useful because of nothing.
* * * *
The
corruptness and ignorance of the world
Wears
on you because you fathom, however remotely,
The
untainted purity of you inner vision.
* * * *
The
piety and false humility of self-righteous hypocrisy
Is such
an absurdly dense, even pathetic, mortal game.
* * * *
To
think you knew someone then, that you know them now.
Hah! All you ever knew was your own projected
reflection.
* * * *
Argue
the rational, logical, linear cause and effect world
And
your wealth is ashes and death.
* * * *
Your
desire for freedom must be matched
With
the courage to face its fruition.
* * * *
This quest
is not some once-in-the-blue-moon experience.
It is
your life, your dream in every moment.
* * * *
Does
the collective inertia of any given mythos
Have
any interest in anything but its own perpetuation?
The
result is disparity, isolation, anger and magnified suffering.
* * * *
Words
used for wrong purpose
Diminish
the power of your life force.
Used
rightly, they fan the fires of your being
Until
that moment when you need them no longer.
* * * *
Many
who believe themselves born again of god’s grace
Are
only playing out the vanity of one collective collusion or another.
They
are camels who will wail when they someday discern
How
small the eye of the needle truly is.
* * * *
Sometimes
the self-righteous are best served
With a
well-aimed shock to their rational, linear, earthbound equilibrium.
Irrational,
irreverent minds discern many avenues
To dish
out such teachings.
* * * *
When
you grow weary of the worldly appetizers, the real feast begins.
Your
identity is the main course.
* * * *
Any so-called
prophet worth his salt has shared a vision of isness.
Your
worshipping them, your idolizing them, was not part of the bargain,
And is
but meaningless distraction to your own eternal rekindling.
* * * *
It is
the ceaseless quest for purity of heart
Which
wins you heaven within.
* * * *
All
monoliths are made of sand.
* * * *
Toil
the ground throughout your dream
For
that day when the harvest comes.
* * * *
Sodom
is a quality of mind, not an ancient city.
* * * *
What
once seemed so sane
Becomes
more and more desolate
As the
irrational momentum gains insight.
* * * *
Science
has loosed humanity
From
the binds of false superstitions,
But its
tether binds the mind in a noose of its own.
* * * *
Watch
the faces, the eyes, the gestures and the bodies
Of the
many souls you meet throughout your life.
They
reflect the inner nature more than words can tell.
* * * *
The
sexual drive creates a frenzy
Most
challenging to curtail.
A
combination of physical craving
Complicated
by society's mixed messages.
Discern
its effect on your life and deal with it as you will.
* * * *
The
self-righteous are like geese squawking
Whenever
their false piety is challenged
By that
beyond any convention.
* * * *
Groveling
before the powerful, rich or famous
Colludes
with everyone's vanity and your own,
A
sticky worldly paper which snares many flies.
* * * *
What
possible good is memorizing scriptures
Without
discerning their infinitely subtle meaning?
They
are dead seeds unless their spirit is reborn within.
* * * *
To
allow politician and pharisees to educate your children
Is like
allowing hungry wolves to host a slumber party.
* * * *
Do not
presume to judge another.
It is
well enough to look to your own accounting.
We all
live in glass houses and thrown stones are easily returned.
* * * *
Affection
born of passion has a desperation about it.
Love
tarnishes when coupled with wrong understanding.
* * * *
What
mythos has ever encouraged truly free and independent thinking?
None
would stand longer than a house of cards in a wind.
* * * *
Some
may call this quest for godness an escape from reality,
Never
to comprehend its subtlety is far more real
Than
any light show they will ever see.
* * * *
You
valiantly try to match your acts with your ideals,
But
must ever fall upon the reef of suffering
When
their reality is a product
Of a
patterned mind.
* * * *
The
greatest cities and monuments ever built
Are as
sand blown by a gust of wind.
* * * *
Domination,
subjugation and humiliation,
Are so
much of what the human condition entails.
What an
angry, desolate, isolating paradigm
We so
unnecessarily suffer.
* * * *
Locked
in the societal mindset,
You
spend much of the day pleasing others
Because
it is too frightening to face standing alone.
And all
the other sheep doing the same.
* * * *
Family
life should exhibit love and wisdom.
All
should be empowered with a strong, supportive
Intellectual,
emotional, physical, and spiritual underpinning.
Independence,
respect, strength of spirit, should ever be encouraged.
To
bring children into this world is the greatest responsibility.
Be
committed to your mate and all your offspring
Before
entering into such a union.
* * * *
Real
religion is of the heart and is not susceptible
To the
crystallization and stagnation of time.
* * * *
How
unfortunate the price others have had to pay
For the
wisdom you have from your angst gleaned.
* * * *
What
rationales each of us blindly concocts
To
endlessly justify our lives, actions and thoughts;
Vain
attempts to maintain identities unreal from any beginning.
* * * *
You
cling to idea and form because the mind is ever seeking security.
What in
this world is there that must continue as it presently is?
Any
attachment is denial of the reality of change.
* * * *
You
cannot own this stillness
Until
your craving for sensory experience
Dissipates
and only unity remains.
* * * *
When a
priori ends there is only awareness.
* * * *
Ego is
the contraction of the mind's potential.
As
desire, fear and anger dissipate into dreamy detachment,
Integrated
expansiveness resumes its rightful state.
* * * *
The
affairs of the manifested world decrease in importance
Until
one day it all dissolves into a mysterious tragic comedy.
* * * *
Mythos,
the outcome of our genetic nature
Sustains
in each of us many fears and attachments
Which
only common sense and wisdom can free you from.
* * * *
Our
specialized lives have taken away the general living
That
ancients knew and lived before the seeds of civilization.
The
trade-off is luxury, decadence and philosophy.
Are we
richer for it? Perhaps, perhaps not.
* * * *
Be wary
what sacrifices you make to work, play and life.
There
are many costs and for excess to be paid
At the
time's tollbooth down the road.
* * * *
There
are many concepts created by humanity
Which
we mistakenly, historically, take as being from god.
Each
must, with great discernment, dig into it without assumptions.
* * * *
The
range of thoughts others will think about you
Will
scatter across the pleasure-pain spectrum of your self-imagery.
Detachment
from any of it takes a good deal of practice.
* * * *
Do not
pretend to know that which you cannot know.
Be
open, patient, compassionate and seek the faith, the trust,
That
all will be known when it needs to be known.
* * * *
Each of
us does many things, both disastrous and fortunate
Which
ripple long into the horizons of other people's lives.
* * * *
Those
blissful times when you wake up
And do
not remember where you are, you just are,
That is
the purest state of consciousness you can know.
* * * *
You do
not necessarily do this
To
benefit anyone or anything else,
Even
though it inevitably, invariably does.
* * * *
Martyrdom
is a quick, albeit often painful way,
To get
a message imprinted in the dreamtime.
* * * *
The
fact that you remain in this plain of existence
May
well be because of Maya's hypnotizing grip on you.
* * * *
Manifested
consciousness is relative to its subjective nature.
* * * *
The
petty squabbles and vain self-aggrandizement
Of
those who would seek to organize spirituality
Is
avoided by anyone with a real sense of things.
* * * *
The
degree of resistance and surrender you manifest
Is
exhibited in the physical fabric in which you wander.
* * * *
Freedom
should not necessarily
Be equated to feeling comfortable.
* * * *
Any
conclusion tainted by the shadow of vested interests
Should be approached
cautiously, with great skepticism.
* * * *
No
matter how great a story it may be,
It’s still just a
story.
* * * *
One
man’s truth can be another man’s lie.
* * * *
Taste
the world, the universe
Your time and space in
mind offers.
The observer is the
observed.
* * * *
Who
knows how any beginning begins
And any ending ends?
* * * *
Breed
another day.
* * * *
An
egalitarian view for those who see the truth of it.
* * * *
Count
on nothing to take you where you will.
* * * *
We
must play it separate, we must play it together.
How else could Self be
seen?
* * * *
Any
given mind is only as pliable as its version of imagination allows.
* * * *
How
can what never began ever end?
* * * *
All
frames of reference are bound
By the limitations of
imagination.
* * * *
The
consequences of any given decision
Are often difficult to
reverse.
* * * *
Self
taught.
* * * *
Seems
like there’s always
Something or someone
Ready to fill a vacuum.
* * * *
The
witness in one is the witness in all.
*
* * *
To
wrestle with the chaotic interplay of time
Is, indeed, a
consuming, unquenchable fire.
And what of the coals
and ash that remain?
* * * *
It
boggles you every time you awaken to it.
* * * *
You
are this moment … forever.
* * * *
This
work, and those of many others,
Will find those whose
time it is to see.
* * * *
You
are arrived, the day is begun.
* * * *
Dissolve
into true Self, surrender to your fate.
It
will all be over soon enough.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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