XXXIII
Thought
is like waves crashing upon a reef.
Without
it how could you ever discern
The
vast ocean beyond the roar?
* * * *
If it
is liberation you seek,
See
even heaven and want it not.
* * * *
How
vain all chases.
* * * *
Worship
of it is so often filled
With
vain self-deceptive suffering.
* * * *
Dwell
where neither man nor woman can go.
* * * *
You may
attempt to domesticate nature and yourself,
But you
cannot tame that from which it is all created.
* * * *
The
things you think are important
Are
born of the illusion that there is choice.
* * * *
In
reality neither god nor man exist.
* * * *
To be
concerned about history is the trap of time.
* * * *
Your
pain comes from the many restrictions
Your
false limited identity imposes upon itself.
* * * *
Big
bang, big crunch,
What
difference could there possibly be?
* * * *
Can you
remove your face before death does?
* * * *
Do you
really believe god is as vain, jealous and petty,
As
inanely, passionately attached as you are?
* * * *
You are
a divine angle targeting the nth degree.
* * * *
Dark
times open you to the light ones.
* * * *
It is
religious non-religiousness.
* * * *
How
many are really satisfied
With
platitudes, cliches and soundbytes?
* * * *
That
emptiness you feel within,
Which
you avoid in every conceivable manner
Is the
godness residing within.
* * * *
There
is much to learn,
And
just the tiniest bit more to unlearn.
* * * *
All
frames, all boundaries,
Are
created by the limits of your thinking.
* * * *
You are
the fly on the wall,
Witnessing
all from great to small.
* * * *
All
vain attempts to attach,
To
cling to anything,
To call
anything your own,
To
pretend your egocentric temporal life
Has any
lasting meaning whatsoever,
Is
unreconcilable, deceptive fantasy.
* * * *
How
difficult it is to release, to shed,
That
identity which you are not,
Never
were, will never be.
* * * *
Words
such as these
Upset
many not prepared
To
comprehend their ultimate fate.
* * * *
When
you say "I do this or I am that",
Who
exactly is this "I", this center,
You so
firmly believe so real?
* * * *
We all
play a part spun in the genetic lottery.
* * * *
Why
even bother with the pharisees and anti-christs?
They
are bound to an earthly hell of their own making.
* * * *
In time
you have the opportunity
To
realize your timeless birthright.
* * * *
Your
discontent, your ceaseless desire to be more,
To get
a greater, more vain part in this eternal light show
Is
utterly pointless from the most expansive view.
* * * *
Even
the angels in heaven,
Bound
in limitations of their own,
Are
really no better off than you.
* * * *
Spiritual
niceness creates such banal diplomatic reviews.
* * * *
The
rigid self-righteous dogmas of the few
Inflict
themselves upon the many.
* * * *
Who among
you would create the world as it has become?
Who
would wish such a hell upon any child yet to be born?
* * * *
All the
followers create such foolish vain havoc.
* * * *
How you
differentiate yourself from others
Delineates
your self-perpetuated limitations.
* * * *
There
is a subtlety in every moment
Only
those with subtle minds can discern.
* * * *
Your
insecurity only perpetuates
Its
unnecessary manifestation.
* * * *
Understand
that no true prophet
Requires
anything this world can offer.
* * * *
If you
think god is pleased with wholesale mayhem,
What
sort of god have you created?
* * * *
Knead
the gray matter of consciousness
Until
it leavens into its true potential.
* * * *
Settle
for hell and that is what you will get.
* * * *
Observe
closely
Until
you can discern another's soul
Within
your own.
* * * *
To take
pride in your pretenses of identity
Is a
vain collusion only a human caught in time
Finds
it important enough to brag about.
* * * *
To
accept followers runs the risk
Of
being bound into their limitations.
* * * *
You and
the holy ghost are one without second.
* * * *
You are
as smoky as any plume of smoke.
* * * *
Marriage
into eternal nature
Is a
blessed union of spirit.
* * * *
Sovereignty
is a game
For all
to learn to play.
* * * *
The
trap of all mythos, past, present and future,
Is one
it takes great courage and insight to transcend.
* * * *
At
birth, you were, without any images of time.
Returning
to that simple untainted awareness
Is, for
any who seek it, a journey made alone.
* * * *
Do you
really want to be free?
If not,
your talk of spiritual questing
Is
merely a delusional self-absorbed game.
* * * *
How
long will you keep up this vain dance?
* * * *
The
inner eye which opens to reality
Is
something naught but one will ever see.
* * * *
Religions
and priesthoods only come about
Because
this is not something which can be taught,
And
they are convenient distractions for carnival-seekers.
* * * *
Stand
sovereign, aloof from the myriad trappings
Of this
manifest temporal worldly existence.
* * * *
Who
alone can change humanity's nature?
Everyone
must shift in consciousness together.
Where
are those hundred monkeys?
* * * *
What
sheltered lives most manifest.
Few can
embrace consciousness in its entirety.
* * * *
The
parameters of any given cultural group, of any mythos,
Is
based on instinctual patterns incorporated into the weaving
Long
before consciousness existed as humanity now manifests it.
* * * *
Superstitions
are fear-ridden reactions
To that
which can never be understood.
* * * *
Until
your identification broadens
Well
beyond the self-absorbed persona,
Your
limitations will shadow you
In
every conceivable manner.
* * * *
To
remember you must first forget.
To
forget you must first remember.
* * * *
That
you fear god shows the limitations of your vision.
* * * *
Despite
all attempts at structure,
It is a
spontaneous chaotic show.
* * * *
All
manifestation is subject to one patterning or another.
To
condemn any for playing out a perceived part
Is to miss
the divine teaching it offers.
* * * *
If you
play the karma game,
Intending
to put off reunion
Until
some distant lifetime,
Why
even play the game?
* * * *
Whatever
religion you may outwardly explore
Is
distraction from the real surrender within.
* * * *
Those
who argue a limited view are conditioned propagandists
Whose
mimicking inquiries into truth stagnate in the mire of concepts.
* * * *
To
cling to the wheel of suffering
Is the
choice born of lack of resolve.
* * * *
Your
need to judge shows how little you understand.
* * * *
Within
you is the omniscient, omnipotent, omnipresence of godness.
* * * *
It is
impractical and useless to grieve and suffer
That
humanity does not match the potential
Of your
vision of what it could be.
That
you have the vision
Is a
beginning.
* * * *
How we
do love to wade in our suffering.
* * * *
Who
owns you?
* * * *
Sometimes
you must embrace great confusion
Before
you can gain the clarity to release.
* * * *
How
many followers use teachers and teachings
For their
own vain ends?
* * * *
How
quickly traditions form.
How
quickly their continuity inflicts itself
Upon
the innocent and unborn.
* * * *
The you
referred to is not the ego you
But the
real you prior to all exteriors.
* * * *
There
is no shortage of individuals or collectives
Who
will offer you whatever show you crave.
* * * *
How
many stories anyone
At any
point in manifest time and space
Could
weave in this infinite unfolding consciousness.
None
are superior to any other in any way.
* * * *
Your attachments
to any mythos ever concocted
Is
unnecessary and binds your quest for the ultimate.
* * * *
Sojourn
to the edge of the universe
And
beyond that still.
* * * *
Your
imagination can be a lifelong prison
Or the
means to the unlimited potential.
* * * *
When
you earnestly seek freedom
You
will own what these words imply.
* * * *
Is
there any mythos, religious or otherwise,
Which
does not lay claim to being the torch holder?
* * * *
The
true master knows s/he is not.
* * * *
You are
that which all scriptures
Can
only attempt to describe.
Puzzle
it out, best you can.
* * * *
Let
your imagination expand
Until
its movement ceases.
* * * *
Your
ego, your attachment to limiting identity,
Blinds
you to your birthright.
* * * *
Journey
confidently past any doubt
That
your insight is less true
Than
any given mythos.
There
is no gamble involved
As so
many would have you believe.
The
only requirement is an innocent courage.
* * * *
How
attractive will you be
When
the flesh melts off your bones?
* * * *
Humanity's
spectrum of male and female
Is
within each and all in varying compositions.
Discern
that it is only genetic and cultural patterning
That divides
the sexes, not inherent inequalities.
* * * *
Holding
back, resisting reality
Only
prolongs the suffering.
* * * *
The
death you fear is really
Nothing
more than a concept
Born of
time in the human mind.
* * * *
How
unnecessarily foolish we are
Not to
wake up to the largest view.
* * * *
Until
you are truly earnest,
You
will be locked in the duality
Woven
of space and time.
* * * *
All
this is a game you play with your Self.
* * * *
Practiced
in every human culture,
The
game of one-upsmanship
Is the
ego-bound play of those
Whose
comprehension is limited
By vain, discriminating conclusions.
* * * *
What a
fine mess we have gotten ourselves into, Ollie.
* * * *
Wandering
the ethereal no man’s land.
* * * *
Your
entire universe,
Wherever your senses
wander
In any given moment,
Is your church.
* * * *
A
peaceful mind, a peaceful heart
What a gift within …
and without.
* * * *
Hard
to be civilized in the body of an animal.
* * * *
Of
the mystery of birth and death,
One day you are here,
one day you are not,
And something called
life between.
* * * *
Eternity
is a long time of timelessness.
* * * *
Wisdom
is wisdom.
It does not matter the geography
or the time.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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