XXVIII
The
mind is ever seeking problems to solve,
And
creates new ones, perpetually unsolvable,
When
there are no real or lasting ones to be had.
* * * *
So many
moments you fear missing.
How
many you have already lost,
Yet did
any ever really exist?
* * * *
The
creation of ego-identity
Is the
act of separation within.
Its
sin, whether original or learned,
Unleashes
the same devastating results.
* * * *
There
is no dogma, no form to follow,
Simply
the trust of your own sight.
* * * *
When
you die, this play of light
Will
mean nothing to you.
* * * *
That
food you just ate so heartily,
Where
was it before you were born?
Where
does it go when you are gone?
* * * *
Until
you are content in awareness,
How can
you be content to return home?
* * * *
Systemizing
education is akin to a feed lot,
And you
are told to be content with the trough.
* * * *
The
memory cells, the manifestors of time,
Evolved
for life's mysterious continuity,
Not
necessarily as ends in themselves.
* * * *
The
definition and achievement of true human potential
Is not
measured through vain ideals and actions,
But in
the individual and collective synergy
Born of
mundane day-to-day living.
The
proof is in the pudding.
* * * *
The
mind has fabricated every bit of knowledge ever known,
Ever
word ever spoken, every concept ever conceived.
* * * *
Here
you are now
Reminiscing
a memory
Or
anticipating a future one,
Rarely
savoring the eternal moment
Through
which perception timelessly passes.
* * * *
How
many condemn others to suffer
As much
or more than they have?
* * * *
Nothing
really touches you,
But
through your attachment to it.
* * * *
Be and
allow are the sovereign law.
* * * *
All the
great seers ever manifested,
Their
insights into consciousness
Ever
reside potential in yours.
* * * *
If
splitting an atom can do what it can,
Anything
is possible, everything probable.
* * * *
Take
that insignificant grain of sand,
Smash
it into whatever pieces you are able,
Or
include it in whatever vain castles you will,
Either
partial or whole, it is ever the same essence.
* * * *
The
dogmatic god battled ideologically over
Is
merely a conceptual idol, not godness.
* * * *
Those
espousing literal religious dogmas
Are
like dogs noisily claiming the fireside seating
Next to
a imagined god of their own creation.
Reality
has made room for any and all.
* * * *
What does
the mind do but cut up Maya, name it,
And
vainly glory in all it believes it has created.
How
much greater is god's heavenly kingdom
One
martyr is rumored to have once said.
* * * *
Avoid
using teachers and teachings as placebos.
* * * *
There are always those willing to manipulate
Others
to their own ends through every sort of
means.
Learning
to discern whether another's motives
Come
from either mind or heart is an art.
* * * *
Attachment
to expectation
Is the
source of all angst.
* * * *
As kneading
is to dough,
Evolution
is to consciousness.
* * * *
It is
the longing you must come to understand.
* * * *
Genetic
drives and the patterning of circumstances,
Boil
and bubble within each and every one of us.
To step
out of one's individual manifest form,
To look
beyond all manifestation to infinity,
To gaze
at all things through surrendered eyes,
That is
the challenge set before all who are willing.
* * * *
Unless
humanity discerns a harmonious paradigm,
Its
destiny will be punctuated by time's end.
The
cosmos awaits our maturation.
* * * *
Each
moment is the opportunity for a free will decision.
Looking
back is when it appears destined.
* * * *
It is
not so much an issue of god loving you,
As it
is you discerning that its spring is your source.
* * * *
If
there is to be an evolution
Into a
paradigm of unified consciousness,
It can
only be through understanding, not idealism,
That
the journey is made.
* * * *
How can
you kill that which was never born?
* * * *
If
everyone was told
From
the start that all is godness,
How
different life on this manifest plane would be.
* * * *
What a
legacy we leave tomorrow's children.
* * * *
So many
living for the hereafter.
Here
after what?
* * * *
Might
makes right when you operate
In the
jungle law of me and mine.
* * * *
Why
emphasize any persona
Who
imparts such words as these?
It is
they and their intent, not the scribe,
Whose
importance must be discerned.
* * * *
Hold
tightly to the dream
And
suffer the consequences.
* * * *
The
diversity has as much right as you to exist.
* * * *
Perhaps
your sense of other lifetimes is real,
Perhaps
it is simply a dim awareness that you are all.
* * * *
What a
self-inflicted busy world we have created,
The
outcome of irreconcilable synergistic desire.
* * * *
The
trickle turns to stream to raging river,
Ever
flowing with more and more determination
Toward
the vast stillness of the infinite ocean.
* * * *
Exactly
where does it hurt
When
someone pinches your self-image?
* * * *
Discovering
the unmanifest
Is the
whole point and purpose.
* * * *
The
ultimate you has witnessed it all,
Every
part and particle of every portion
Of this
eternal kaleidoscoping dream.
* * * *
Opt for
reconciliation of all diversity.
* * * *
If the
receiver is not clear,
How can
the reception be?
* * * *
Death
absolves all attachment.
* * * *
You are
the face of the faceless designing.
* * * *
Life
would be fair if everyone played by the same rules
And you
never got sick, hurt, grew old or died.
* * * *
Divine
potential requires your volition.
* * * *
Thoughts
of sovereignty are carved in illusion.
* * * *
To want
to be more than a drop or grain of clayness
Is the
vanity of identity caught in the ignorance of time.
You
already are more than you could ever hope to become.
* * * *
What
happens when you see
That
your greed and fear has contributed
To this
illusory manifest world's imbalanced spin?
* * * *
Seek
the integrity of the highest ground.
* * * *
What on
earth can you hold onto?
* * * *
As busy
or still as you may be,
The
witness is ever the same.
* * * *
When
you are really here,
You do
not even know it.
* * * *
We
require others to be vain
To
maintain our own pretense.
* * * *
Your
identity is oblivion's mask.
* * * *
What is
the drive, the point
Of all
this extraordinary pressure
We
voluntarily place upon ourselves?
* * * *
What
you know about another
Is not
what there is to know.
* * * *
Your
flowing down the manifest river
Implies
there are others ahead and others behind.
Impossible
and unnecessary once you see
The
only there is where you are.
* * * *
Look
through the mind's eye
At the
twists and turns of any other's life
And you
will find great compassion for those allowed.
Expand
it to any and all forms and the unfolding is without bounds.
* * * *
It is,
indeed, a personal experiencing
Of that
which is unintentionally impersonal.
* * * *
Better
to be irreverent than strutting smugly
In a
cesspool of self-righteous vanity.
* * * *
What do
you really miss out in the world
When
you sit and stare at a wall?
* * * *
Culture
gives you more inanity
To
vainly gossip about.
* * * *
The
lands of milk and honey
Will
require a great deal of clean-up
For the
milk and honey to return.
* * * *
Sexual
fantasies are a pattern-given opiate
Most
challenging to still.
* * * *
If you
have survived the insanity to this point,
You are
successful.
* * * *
Pretend
for awhile that none of this is really happening.
* * * *
Give
neither gods nor devils any competition.
That is
their game.
* * * *
What
more is there to experience after unity?
It
simply unfolds dreamily spontaneous.
The
magic, the wonder cradles you,
As you
play out the day to day
In
whatever way you will.
* * * *
Wish
your Self well in whatever form it may take.
* * * *
How
attached we are to our sensory-motor virtual reality.
* * * *
When
there is no other,
There
is both the license for
And the
allowance of, sovereignty.
* * * *
Martyrdom
is just another vain path to glory.
* * * *
Does
the father create the son?
Or the
son the father?
* * * *
As soon
as it happens
It is
already done.
* * * *
Immortal
noble savages,
That is
what we are.
* * * *
None of
it is yours
So you
may as well figure out
How to
give it back.
* * * *
Spiritual
rebirth is the end of identity,
Of
attachment to the patterns of personality.
* * * *
Ideals
decry understanding.
Only in
openness to the entirety of consciousness
Can
there be inner liberation.
* * * *
When
you come into a room,
Close
the door and do not be concerned
About
what is playing in other parts of the theater.
Be here
now.
* * * *
You
have done none of this.
There
is nothing to own, protect or save,
Nothing
you have not been given for the course of time.
To
whatever end only the dispassionate immortal screenwriter knows.
* * * *
The
courage to live and die takes practice.
* * * *
Humanity's
passing is a brief lesson of extremes
From
which little has been understood by many.
* * * *
Let he
who is without sin delude himself.
* * * *
Regarding
the human drama,
The
only way things will change
Is if
we ever learn win-win
Instead
of win-lose.
It
begins now
With
you.
* * * *
Such a
drama
Until
you realize you alone
Are the
actor, stage, theater and audience.
* * * *
Without
your presence in this play,
None of
this would be happening.
* * * *
As long
as the clay players continue
To
believe in time and space,
The
show will go on.
* * * *
It is
easier to fake it, to deceive yourself,
When
you do not realize you are.
* * * *
Is
civilization as it has evolved much more
Than a
vast collection of specialized scams
Vainly
parlaying for imagined positions?
* * * *
Every
human being on this world
Spend
their lives talking to themselves
Via the
perceptual mirror of manifestation.
* * * *
As now
happens it appears an acting of free will.
In time
it becomes destiny.
* * * *
The
permutations of this manifest play
Are as infinite as your imagination.
* * * *
Hey,
we’re all crazy here.
It’s just to what
degree.
* * * *
Godness
is the nothingness and everythingness
At the source of every
quantum across the infinity.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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