XXXII
Who is
the who that asks who?
The
what that asks what? The when that asks when?
The why
that asks why? The where that asks where? The how that asks how?
* * * *
From
large to small, from part to all,
Pathless
witness serenely dawns and sets,
Spring
awakening into the sleep of winter's end.
* * * *
We all
wander from one distraction to the next.
* * * *
Journeying
within, you explore a world
Many
have traveled but none can truly chart.
* * * *
The
perfect master is but another refection of yours.
* * * *
Become
a free agent.
* * * *
All you
can really cling to
Is the
illusion that all this is real,
And
perhaps for some reason, important.
* * * *
The
claim that you are something because of history
Is
aspiring mythology born of deluded imagination.
* * * *
Them
that believes knows no shortage of pain.
* * * *
The
answer to the riddle is that there is no riddle.
* * * *
See the
relativity of all limitation.
* * * *
If you
cannot meditate in the fury of hell,
You do
not understand real meditation.
* * * *
Life
can be a great opportunity
To let
love fall into you.
* * * *
You are
the point of time.
* * * *
Everyone
will create their own way.
There
are paths until it is discerned.
* * * *
The
world is fortunate
Not to
know your true rage
At the
injustice, the unfairness,
The
inequity in every realm.
* * * *
Moralists
hold no real sway.
* * * *
If you
are truly born again,
Then
you are a light unto the world.
* * * *
As long
as you pretend your identity,
You are
subject to forgetting the realization,
To
falling back into the suffering of consciousness.
Complete
detachment is not easily discerned.
* * * *
Even if
you had the most fantasized partner
This
dreamy mayic world could manifest,
You
would still be very much alone.
* * * *
Sometimes
you will be embarrassed
To
admit your god-nature.
It is a
game of hide-and-seek.
* * * *
To
comprehend the barrenness
Of even
one mythological set
Is to
comprehend them all.
* * * *
Everyone
is searching everywhere
For
happiness, fulfillment and contentment,
Yet
finding only dead-end paths in the manifest maze.
* * * *
Shatter
all sense of identity
But
that essential beingness,
Of
which totality ever is.
* * * *
How we
play into each other's vanity.
* * * *
The
answer to hell is silent stillness.
* * * *
The
role you play in the world
Is
dependent upon your attachment to it.
* * * *
What a
role the instincts play in this drama.
* * * *
Maya,
Lucifer, call it what you will,
Will
tempt you until unity's dawning.
* * * *
Surrender
to the ultimate longing.
* * * *
So many
trying so hard to be
What
they are not and never will be.
* * * *
You can
tell the veterans.
* * * *
It is
difficult to be courageous
As long
as you seek any approval.
* * * *
The
kingdom of heaven is at hand within.
It is
the serene awareness of nowness,
The
quality of infinite consciousness
Prior
to time-bound consciousness.
* * * *
Heaven,
Make it
happen now
If you
yearn it so.
* * * *
Hell is
the gap between what you are
And
what you vainly believe you are.
* * * *
How
enthralled we are with the masks and costumes.
* * * *
Now
that you know hell more than well,
The
challenge is to divine that which is heaven.
* * * *
Do not
get too wrapped up in your own words.
They
change as soon as they are thought or spoken.
* * * *
Godness
is no lover of personalities.
* * * *
Imagine
if you were a rabbit, rat or raccoon,
How you
would be chasing the other sex for a little action.
The
patterning of any given life form is really no different from your own.
* * * *
The
meek will settle for hell.
* * * *
All the
personal wants and fears
With
which you continue to grapple
Prove
the arduousness of pathlessness.
* * * *
At some
point in this time-bound play,
The
vehicle to which you are so attached,
Will be
a dusty treat for one beast or another.
Even tombs buckle to eternity's infinite patience.
* * * *
The
limitations of any groupthink
Inevitably
muddles the eternal quest.
Dogmatic
thinking does not harvest truth.
* * * *
Even in
a room full of noise
There
is the silence within.
* * * *
The
universe is chilled to perfection.
* * * *
You are
the witness, the eternal clayness,
Impartial
to every form creation imagines.
* * * *
Castes
operate in every group because participants
Accept
that superiority and inferiority really exist.
* * * *
On a
diamond, all facets are equal.
You are
the nexus through which
Your
manifest facet is witnessed.
* * * *
Pierce
all the veils concepts weave
Until
you discover the oblivion
From
whence all are born.
* * * *
Taken
wrongly, thoughts such as these
Can
lead down many vain, painful paths.
* * * *
To
compete with god is a journey
Into
which many angels have fallen .
* * * *
What is
there for you as witness to do
When
spontaneity does it all for you?
* * * *
Entertain
no doubts that you are the one.
* * * *
In
those quiet moments
When
you are backstage alone,
Do you
ever remove the mask within?
* * * *
These
writings are a play of words
About a
space words can never go.
* * * *
Every
mythological explanation ever concocted,
Including
any herein written, is but idle speculation.
* * * *
Your
aloneness is a unavoidable manifest fact,
One
discernible in the human psyche
Through
every point in history.
Its
reconciliation is your eternal salvation.
* * * *
You can
capture perceptions in memory,
But you
can never even for a flickering moment
Put a
brake on time's ceaseless passing.
How
vain to even make an attempt.
* * * *
If you
discern time does not really exist,
What
can be either new or old?
* * * *
Do you
occasionally punch the pause button
On that
video recording playing your mind?
* * * *
You are
godness but every concept formulated about you
Has
ever been meaningless and fated to create only confusion
In
minds capable only of blindly stumbling through duality's weavings.
* * * *
The
manifest world convinces you
That
you cannot be complete without it,
Yet its
very nature is what prohibits your reunion.
* * * *
All
your life you have been experiencing the eternal
Disguised
by the hypnotizing illusion of time and space.
* * * *
To what
end, all your self-absorbed calculations?
* * * *
Awaken
to the giant within.
Embark
now for heaven's way,
No, not
in some far off distant place,
But
here and now, neither time and space.
* * * *
Mother
Nature does not take kindly to her domestication.
* * * *
You are
a spy in hell.
* * * *
If you
are seeking comfort and safety,
Then
truth is probably not the answer.
* * * *
Your
identity is the fabric of your own imagination.
* * * *
The
desire of your many expectations and hopes
Create
only sorrow, anger, frustration, failure and guilt,
The
passionate suffering of existence apparent to all who see.
* * * *
You
will not see far if you cannot say no.
* * * *
Where
exactly does your face end
And the
universe begin?
* * * *
The
delusional mind is so easily distracted by gossip,
So
willingly eager to chatter about anything and everything
In its
avoidance of the timelessly silent aloneness within.
* * * *
The
drop strikes the pond, ripples, and disappears.
* * * *
Look at
your hands.
Watch
how they change through time,
But how
the awareness of them ever seems the same.
* * * *
An
individual life?
Is
there really any such animal?
* * * *
Whether
under tree or by river,
On
mountaintop or desert wilderness,
Whether
in ashram or coffee shop,
Or
merely out for a long swim or walk,
It is
the quality of your freely willed attention
Which
merges into the true aloneness.
* * * *
The
subtlety of reality's unknowable presence
Is
before, between, beyond, within and without all wordplay.
* * * *
What
good are idealistic words
If you
will not live them?
* * * *
The
meek discern only the myriad forms.
They
are bound to the manifest realm by their senses
Until
that unitary moment when inner vision opens to the eternal way.
* * * *
As
noble as it is to wish and work
For a
peaceful, co-existent, loving world,
It
seems unlikely the world can ever really change
Unless
everyone somehow tunes into the eternal picture.
* * * *
How
ironic that the diversity which shaped the human psyche
Now
pays such a harsh price for our insatiable consumption.
* * * *
We are
all just faces in each other's dreams.
* * * *
Hell is
without
Until
heaven is discerned within.
* * * *
Godness
is one big cannibal.
* * * *
Anything
is possible, everything probable.
* * * *
If you
think human beings
And the
countless other life forms
On this
garden planet already suffer dearly,
Put on
your seatbelt, baby, we ain't seen nothing yet.
* * * *
A pile
of dung is as much a mystery
As you
will ever be.
* * * *
No
storyline holds up forever.
* * * *
What
delusion to believe any form superior to another.
* * * *
In
finite form your true nature is sheathed,
Your
godness dimmed by a manifest encasement.
It is
difficult to discern you are already home.
* * * *
Attachment
and pride formed over any spiritual path
Is a
vain false trail sure only of a dead ending.
* * * *
Whether
you live once or times beyond counting,
You
must still traverse every now allotted in time.
* * * *
It is
the attachment to the meaning of the words
That
gives them power, not the sounds.
* * * *
Regarding
the unfolding human drama,
After
its end is the same as before its beginning.
So what
entices you to continue witnessing the play?
* * * *
Those
who avoid hell, seeking god and heaven
Are
mesmerized by the eternal light show.
* * * *
If the
all you seek is god,
That is
all you will find.
* * * *
Is not
the fact that you are here proof enough?
* * * *
To get
home you must somehow cross
The
river of mortality without drowning.
* * * *
Do you
really think this has been your life?
Only in
the highest sense.
* * * *
If
Jesus really did say you must hate your parents,
He
probably meant get away from their unweaning grip.
* * * *
What on earth is worth depriving yourself a full
breath?
* * * *
And
who is me, and who is not me,
Need we ask anyone to
tell us these things?
* * * *
The
only real difference between you and any given infant
Is that the infant’s
mind is not yet clouded
By all the
make-believe.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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