Chapter 28 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


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.

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So many moments you fear missing.
How many you have already lost,
Yet did any ever really exist?

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The creation of ego-identity
Is the act of separation within.
Its sin, whether original or learned,
Unleashes the same devastating results.

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There is no dogma, no form to follow,
Simply the trust of your own sight.

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When you die, this play of light
Will mean nothing to you.

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That food you just ate so heartily,
Where was it before you were born?
Where does it go when you are gone?

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Until you are content in awareness,
How can you be content to return home?

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Systemizing education is akin to a feed lot,
And you are told to be content with the trough.

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The memory cells, the manifestors of time,
Evolved for life's mysterious continuity,
Not necessarily as ends in themselves.

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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.

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The mind has fabricated every bit of knowledge ever known,
Ever word ever spoken, every concept ever conceived.

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Here you are now
Reminiscing a memory
Or anticipating a future one,
Rarely savoring the eternal moment
Through which perception timelessly passes.

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How many condemn others to suffer
As much or more than they have?

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Nothing really touches you,
But through your attachment to it.

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Be and allow are the sovereign law.

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All the great seers ever manifested,
Their insights into consciousness
Ever reside potential in yours.

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If splitting an atom can do what it can,
Anything is possible, everything probable.

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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.

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The dogmatic god battled ideologically over
Is merely a conceptual idol, not godness.

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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.

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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.

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Avoid using teachers and teachings as placebos.

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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.

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Attachment to expectation
Is the source of all angst.

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As kneading is to dough,
Evolution is to consciousness.

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It is the longing you must come to understand.

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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.

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Unless humanity discerns a harmonious paradigm,
Its destiny will be punctuated by time's end.
The cosmos awaits our maturation.

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Each moment is the opportunity for a free will decision.
Looking back is when it appears destined.

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It is not so much an issue of god loving you,
As it is you discerning that its spring is your source.

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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.

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How can you kill that which was never born?

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If everyone was told
From the start that all is godness,
How different life on this manifest plane would be.

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What a legacy we leave tomorrow's children.

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So many living for the hereafter.
Here after what?

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Might makes right when you operate
In the jungle law of me and mine.

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Why emphasize any persona
Who imparts such words as these?
It is they and their intent, not the scribe,
Whose importance must be discerned.

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Hold tightly to the dream
And suffer the consequences.

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The diversity has as much right as you to exist.

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Perhaps your sense of other lifetimes is real,
Perhaps it is simply a dim awareness that you are all.

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What a self-inflicted busy world we have created,
The outcome of irreconcilable synergistic desire.

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The trickle turns to stream to raging river,
Ever flowing with more and more determination
Toward the vast stillness of the infinite ocean.

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Exactly where does it hurt
When someone pinches your self-image?

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Discovering the unmanifest
Is the whole point and purpose.

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The ultimate you has witnessed it all,
Every part and particle of every portion
Of this eternal kaleidoscoping dream.

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Opt for reconciliation of all diversity.

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If the receiver is not clear,
How can the reception be?

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Death absolves all attachment.

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You are the face of the faceless designing.

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Life would be fair if everyone played by the same rules
And you never got sick, hurt, grew old or died.

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Divine potential requires your volition.

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Thoughts of sovereignty are carved in illusion.

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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.

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What happens when you see
That your greed and fear has contributed
To this illusory manifest world's imbalanced spin?

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Seek the integrity of the highest ground.

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What on earth can you hold onto?

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As busy or still as you may be,
The witness is ever the same.

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When you are really here,
You do not even know it.

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We require others to be vain
To maintain our own pretense.

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Your identity is oblivion's mask.

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What is the drive, the point
Of all this extraordinary pressure
We voluntarily place upon ourselves?

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What you know about another
Is not what there is to know.

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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.

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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.

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It is, indeed, a personal experiencing
Of that which is unintentionally impersonal.

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Better to be irreverent than strutting smugly
In a cesspool of self-righteous vanity.

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What do you really miss out in the world
When you sit and stare at a wall?

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Culture gives you more inanity
To vainly gossip about.

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The lands of milk and honey
Will require a great deal of clean-up
For the milk and honey to return.

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Sexual fantasies are a pattern-given opiate
Most challenging to still.

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If you have survived the insanity to this point,
You are successful.

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Pretend for awhile that none of this is really happening.

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Give neither gods nor devils any competition.
That is their game.

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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.

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Wish your Self well in whatever form it may take.

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How attached we are to our sensory-motor virtual reality.

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When there is no other,
There is both the license for
And the allowance of, sovereignty.

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Martyrdom is just another vain path to glory.

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Does the father create the son?
Or the son the father?

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As soon as it happens
It is already done.

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Immortal noble savages,
That is what we are.

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None of it is yours
So you may as well figure out
How to give it back.

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Spiritual rebirth is the end of identity,
Of attachment to the patterns of personality.

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Ideals decry understanding.
Only in openness to the entirety of consciousness
Can there be inner liberation.

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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.

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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.

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The courage to live and die takes practice.

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Humanity's passing is a brief lesson of extremes
From which little has been understood by many.

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Let he who is without sin delude himself.

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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.

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Such a drama
Until you realize you alone
Are the actor, stage, theater and audience.

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Without your presence in this play,
None of this would be happening.

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As long as the clay players continue
To believe in time and space,
The show will go on.

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It is easier to fake it, to deceive yourself,
When you do not realize you are.

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Is civilization as it has evolved much more
Than a vast collection of specialized scams
Vainly parlaying for imagined positions?

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Every human being on this world
Spend their lives talking to themselves
Via the perceptual mirror of manifestation.

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As now happens it appears an acting of free will.
In time it becomes destiny.

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The permutations of this manifest play
Are as infinite as your imagination.

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Hey, we’re all crazy here.
It’s just to what degree.

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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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