XXVI
History
is full of great, well-meaning thinkers
Who
bound the unfolding present into countless knots
Each
era must with great discernment unloose the binds of time.
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Humanity
is only as important as it is capable of being.
* * * *
The
world you are presented
Asks
you to be content with trivial pursuit.
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As free
as you may feel on the mountaintop,
If you
cannot do it in the valley as well,
Then,
perhaps, you are not.
* * * *
The
garden is still here,
But the
gardeners have trashed it.
* * * *
When
enough is enough,
What
more do you need?
* * * *
You are
the clarity before light.
* * * *
Vanity
often speaks far louder than anything said.
* * * *
You
create descriptions, analogies and metaphors
To
describe data collected by the five senses,
But
reality is beyond such limitations.
* * * *
Truth
offers no comfort zone.
* * * *
All
purpose and meaning are simply
The
projection of one desire or another.
* * * *
Science
has done extremely well at discerning parts,
But who
glues together the whole?
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The
heavens and hells you create after death,
The
personalized gods and devils you enthrone there,
Are
projections of your desire for continuity.
* * * *
The
more you want from life,
The
more hoops you will jump.
* * * *
How far
you get, how well you do,
Depends
on how free you want to be.
* * * *
Life is
a blend of passivity and action,
The
challenge of a tightrope taking a lifetime to master.
* * * *
Open
yourself to the many faces of consciousness
And you
will find it all the same voice.
* * * *
Every
time you fall asleep
Your
identifications disappear
Into
the oblivion you really are.
Death
is no different.
* * * *
To
merge into the impersonal now
Is to
know what your destiny has ever been.
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So many
think just by naming something
That
they really know and own it
When
all they truly do
Is bind
themselves in conceptual knots
Entirely
of their own creation.
* * * *
You are
free to change your mind at any now, if you can.
* * * *
Real
discipline manifests from order within.
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In
unity there is the potential for diversity.
In
diversity there is the reality of unity.
* * * *
This
mystery defies all logic.
Approaching
it with a rational mind
Only
sustains the separation.
* * * *
The
unknown offers no sanctity for continuity.
* * * *
Dogmatic
principles harbor opinion
But
shine little light on the nature of consciousness.
* * * *
What a
vain show so many make of their spiritual quest
When it
should just be a momentary acknowledgement.
* * * *
You may
think you escape the world in seclusion,
But as
long as it remains in consciousness,
You are
ever in it and it in you.
* * * *
Bigotry
is complete isolation,
The
ultimate denial that any reality
Other
than your own is worthy of existence.
* * * *
What to
cling to, nothing.
What to
let go of, everything.
* * * *
Do not
accept these words as law,
As coming
from any dogmatic authority.
You
must discern your own way.
* * * *
When it
comes to the other,
What
you usually fear
Is what
you think
Another
thinks about you.
* * * *
The
solution to all problems
Is
within this understanding
Of
identity's temporal nature.
* * * *
You are
totally responsible
For
your portion of humanity's destiny.
* * * *
Acknowledge
what you are
Instead
of pretending to be what you are not.
* * * *
The
unlimited takes on the guise of limitation
Based
on the given patterning of its manifested form.
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When it
is identity looking through your eyes, there is a despair.
When it
is isness, there is simply silence.
* * * *
It is
the synergy of greed, of me and mine,
Which
has created this fine mess.
* * * *
It is
vanity and ambition
Which
creates hierarchies to godness.
* * * *
Neither
alive nor dead, happy nor sad,
The
stillness is.
* * * *
The
attached mind is akin to a
Clinging,
embattled clenched fist.
* * * *
The
individual ego transforms into indivisible godness.
* * * *
On the
road to total responsibility
Things
may appear pretty irresponsible.
* * * *
When
the maintenance of identity
Is no
longer worth the painful costs,
You
will do what needs to be done.
* * * *
Eternity
is now,
And you
are here witnessing it.
* * * *
Who or
what are you living for?
That is
your attachment to this world.
* * * *
You
cannot discern freedom
Until
you are done with imprisonment.
* * * *
What
the way is, who can say.
Know,
however, that your are it and it is you.
* * * *
Do you
seriously believe Jesus or any other christ
Would
join in with your vain organizations?
* * * *
Once
carved, the block plays out the carving.
* * * *
If you
do not teach someone to fish for themselves
You
have taught nothing.
* * * *
If you
think god is going to straighten up
The
mess we have made of our own free will,
It is
going to be with your hands.
* * * *
How
could you even for a moment
Believe
yourself really separate
From
that which is eternal?
* * * *
You
entered the world
Until
rebirth do you part.
* * * *
The
street folk know that the streets
Have
always been lined with gold.
* * * *
Estrangement
is the root of sorrow.
It is
the ultimate dysfunction of the mind.
* * * *
Desire
for personal gain is the worldly game.
Its end
is heaven's.
* * * *
Your
personality is a diddly-squat proposition
From
the word go.
* * * *
You are
the way,
But
must realize it in the fabric of your being.
* * * *
Guilt
is the means, the programming,
By
which dogma controls those too fearful
To gnaw
through the straw leash.
* * * *
What
can clay ever really know
Of the
sculptor or itself?
* * * *
Infatuation
is the blind projection
Of
insatiable desire temporarily fulfilled.
* * * *
The
potential for harmony
Requires
surrender to the symphony played.
* * * *
All
these leaders, political, religious or any other realm,
Who are
they really fooling but themselves?
* * * *
How
challenging for those who see the potential of heaven
To
patiently endure those determined on creating hell.
* * * *
All
your problems, your disharmony, your conflicts,
Are the
stillborn of vivid imagination.
* * * *
Harmony
that is thought is not harmony.
* * * *
You
must reconcile with it, not it with you.
* * * *
How
inane to hurt, destroy or be destroyed
For any
idea, whether grand or small.
* * * *
As far
as your vision dares travel,
You
will see the reality of absoluteness,
The
quiet serenity you truly ever are.
* * * *
Playing
tug-of-war with god is futile.
* * * *
Heaven
has been within you all along.
* * * *
Negate
until there is nothing left to negate.
* * * *
It is
not political revolution which will free you.
* * * *
For its
form clay is subject to the sculptor's whim,
But for
its clayness clay is subject only to clayness.
* * * *
It is
thoughts of identification which divide you within.
Can you
operate in the realm of consciousness
Without
sowing the seeds of conflict?
* * * *
Your
body is really more function than form,
But
without all the vanity what on earth would you do?
* * * *
The
mind creates division which does not exist.
All
duality is fabrication created solely
By the
weaving of time and space
As read
by the senses.
* * * *
Any
assertion that you are this or that,
Or that
what is one way or another
Are of
no importance at all.
You are
whatever you are
And it
is the way it is.
* * * *
You
will find what you seek.
Seek
the highest beyond imagination.
* * * *
Desire
and fear have no roots in harmony.
* * * *
The
cruelty self-interest wills into manifestation,
Does it
have any bounds?
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Without
a sense of gaining there is nothing to lose.
* * * *
All
this knowledge, but at what cost?
* * * *
Is the
word love used but rarely
By
those who understand
Its
eternal nature?
* * * *
You are
the truth and the way.
* * * *
We are
travelers through space and time,
Through
that which does not exist as either we, space or time.
* * * *
That
life seems so lackluster, so commonplace
Denotes
how you have taken this mystery to be so ordinary.
Wake up
to the fact that every moment can return you to a state of wonder.
* * * *
God is
the creator of all patterns,
But
before all patterning is your ultimate reality.
* * * *
Why do
you believe it?
Because
you cannot see through or past your body.
* * * *
What
medal, ribbon, honor, title or gold coin
Is
worth your life?
* * * *
Anything
is possible.
You are
the proof.
* * * *
Nothing
touches you
But
what you imagine does.
* * * *
Why
fear death
When
its eternal nature
Is as
real as your temporal life?
* * * *
Each
dwells in one hell or another
Until
heavens's knowing shines.
* * * *
Suicide
kills the body and the personality,
But
never touches that which was never born.
* * * *
The
only real problem is the dysfunctional use of the mind.
Our
paradigm is dashing us toward an unnecessary destiny.
* * * *
Insist
on division and separation in whatever way you will,
It is
never more than short-lived concoction born of imagination.
* * * *
This
sandbox is the opportunity
To
manifest your vision of heaven's perfection.
Odds
are this world will remain confused long after you are gone,
But you
will know its divine potential, and that is enough.
* * * *
In all
you have ever done,
What is
it but what you think you have done?
* * * *
No one
can save you from yourself but you.
* * * *
Even
the most unconscious and unaware
Are
still you and you them.
* * * *
You
are the one and only original you.
* * * *
There
is no such thing as static.
Everything is dynamic,
constantly changing.
Even a rock is
gradually moving.
* * * *
Gaze
back into all the memories,
And the synthesis of
the discerning eye
Will glean the wisdom
every moment proffers.
* * * *
Looks
like this world isn’t quite done with you just yet.
* * * *
The
irony of foolish, stupid people is that they think everyone else is.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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