XXXIV
How do
you describe That
Which
sheds all descriptions,
Surpasses
all that can be known,
And is
eternally without equal?
* * * *
Who
follows anything but a mirage?
* * * *
In
time, Maya has always been,
And
will continue until its end.
* * * *
Suffer
gladly your immortal dance,
For it
is manifest in light only.
* * * *
It is
your longing that manifests the silence.
* * * *
The
subtlety of surrender is unceasing.
* * * *
How
will you change hell
But
through guerrilla sorties
Of
those irregulars heaven-bent?
* * * *
Calling
someone else strange
Implies
you are or know what normal is.
* * * *
Self-restraint
and gratification
Both
meet the same end.
Slip
back and forth
Or tack
a moderate course,
All
decisions any are free to explore.
* * * *
What
amazing meat machines these bodies are,
To
survive all the toxicity the world is becoming.
* * * *
Breaking
windows, defacing property,
Shooting
bullets or throwing bombs.
Chaotic
anarchy, as tempting as it may be,
Only
perpetuates misery and confusion
Wrought
by dysfunctional thinking.
* * * *
You are
that which knows no birth, born into time.
* * * *
What
are you but an ever-churning,
Water-filled
bundle of attachments?
* * * *
Until
there is no other,
Until
there is complete surrender,
How can
you be the ever-present oneness?
* * * *
To live
by the clock is to die in time's vine.
* * * *
All is
not as it seems.
* * * *
Most
who seek to lead
Probably
should not be the ones
We are
asked to choose.
* * * *
To say
there has been only one christ
Is to
misunderstand the way is open to all.
* * * *
It
makes sense in a nonsensical way.
* * * *
No one
can give you that which you seek.
It is
an arduous discernment
For
which you alone
Must
find the capacity.
* * * *
The
driving need some have to control others
Shows
how little they really have to offer.
* * * *
What
you need,
What
you are ready for,
Happens
in a most synchronistic way.
* * * *
The
empty cup is quite full.
* * * *
Nothing
forces you to remain as you are
But
your own willful nature.
* * * *
Without
the word and the concept it implies,
There
can be neither beginning nor end.
* * * *
Going
into Jerusalem was a strategic error.
* * * *
Insight
is not something you can really argue about.
* * * *
What we
generally call civilized is a pathetic joke.
* * * *
You
reincarnate in every time-bound moment
That
you re-identify with this sensory realm.
* * * *
To
learn and unlearn
As
quickly as the moment
Is an
intuitive uninhibited flowing.
Kind of
like a nuclear submarine within the depths.
* * * *
To say
it is before, during or after
Implies
time is even involved.
* * * *
The
carnies, the clowns, the players, the gladiators
Have
always found an appreciative audience
In
those unable to discern and embrace
The
mystery unfolding every moment,
Those
seeking distraction from the stillness,
The
essential source from which all things emanate.
* * * *
How
many children must teach their parents
That
weaning is a necessary aspect of parenting?
* * * *
In the
flowering
Is the
point and purpose
That no
mortal player can deny.
* * * *
Prove
this vision wrong if you are able.
* * * *
Only
those ready will see who among them sees.
* * * *
Who has
not been temporarily swayed, perhaps many times,
By the proselytizing
fervor of one belief or another?
But of
these words, can any be convinced
But
they who are ready to see?
* * * *
Are you
able to stare at a blank wall
With
the same passion as you would
Your
most ardent sought-after desire?
* * * *
How
many project heaven to merely be
The
ultimate foray into sensory gratification?
* * * *
Out
there in the vast expanses of this universe
Do you
think any other manifestations
Are as
vain as the human race?
As
inane as our storylines project them to be?
* * * *
The
universe does not require our survival.
We must
move past our egocentric foolishness
Without
help from anyone but ourselves.
* * * *
Somewhere
in time, every conceivable torture
Has
been enacted by one human being on another.
Is life
not torturous enough at times without adding more?
* * * *
Pride
undermines your soul's return to its total nature.
Even
the greatest angels are subject to such hellish fates.
* * * *
There
is in reality only one pie,
But
each of us cuts it up into countless pieces.
It will
remain that way until you put it back together again.
* * * *
At a
circus you putter away at the sideshows
Until
you are ready for the main event.
And
then you go back home.
* * * *
How
many have accepted that others have it,
But
that they cannot and never will?
Excuses,
excuses, excuses.
* * * *
Proclaim
it what you will, it is not.
* * * *
Even
those most acclaimed for the discovery of their original nature
Are
ultimately no greater than a gnat riding freely above a wave.
* * * *
All
this thinking does so little.
Just
breathe and bear it.
* * * *
Within
you is the seed of godness.
Do not
tarry at watering your soul.
* * * *
Each
inflow and outflow of breath
Proves
your unity with the unmanifest.
* * * *
Only
fools tarry in hell.
* * * *
Instead
of me, myself and I,
Try
thinking we, ourselves and us.
* * * *
Be
simple when the monkey allows.
* * * *
The
state may control the body,
But it
can never reign the spirit.
* * * *
World
order is pleasant political phrasing,
But
requires enlightened leadership to carry out.
* * * *
To be
chosen you must volunteer.
* * * *
Money
is modern man's mammon,
The
golden calf in greenback form.
* * * *
The
mortal body is but a set of limitations
Which
sickness, injury, old age and death make apparent.
* * * *
Partner
up or form communities if it suits you.
Some
are not ready or interested in godness alone.
There
is no one way to explore your unmanifest nature.
* * * *
The
part you vainly think is really you in this unfolding manifest play
Is an
impromptu scripting you in large part choose to create.
Never
forget that any story or tale ever spun
Can own
an unpredicted ending.
* * * *
All the
people, thoughts and things
About
which you care and feel so much
Are the
worms meat of eternity's unfolding.
* * **
Techniques
are not what bring about wisdom.
* * * *
Play
out your part in whatever manner you see it.
It is
your creation, your fabrication, your responsibility.
There
are no rules but what you imagine them to be.
* * * *
Reality
is the most simple thing.
It is
the mind which creates such complexity.
Be
simple and you regain the freedom of nowness.
* * * *
All
those attachments, obligations, possessions and commitments
Are
tethers of you own assent.
* * * *
Prejudice
and genocide are simply the competition of genetic codes,
The
false sense that one form is in reality superior to another.
* * * *
By
their very nature, intent and synergistic capacity,
Governments
and large organizations of any persuasion
Will
never be truly concerned for the individual welfare.
* * * *
The
reality is that everyone is the source of their own religion.
Most,
however, imitate and repeat what others tell them.
* * * *
To
merge into godness
Is to
be the fruit of timelessness in time.
* * * *
Follow
no prophets blindly, indiscriminately.
Quest
intently, observe attentively, wait patiently
Until
you see the trail is cast of your own light.
* * * *
There
are none who are not endowed with the seed of godness,
But for
the light to shine brightly, the host must seek the switch.
* * * *
In
unity there is a sense of impersonal responsibility.
* * * *
Mythos
is an agreement to a set of rules,
The
foundation of which is largely set in vanity.
* * * *
Idealism
only continues the web of thought-identity.
Real
change must come from within, not without.
* * * *
Things,
money, thought, anything considered valuable,
All are
just different faces of the same material illusion.
* * * *
It is
not space and time you travel through.
It is
vivid imagination.
* * * *
Why
give so much thought to the hereafter
When
you cannot create more than a hell-now?
* * * *
Death
is far closer to reality than you can imagine.
* * * *
Only in
stillness is there the merger of subject and object..
* * * *
Living
is an array of habits, many unconscious,
Many
chosen and broken as your will dictates.
* * * *
Flesh
is flesh, but is it you?
* * * *
You are
an angel caught in manifest form,
And if
you fall into Maya's time-bound broth,
It is
the choice of separation born of free will.
* * * *
The
pain of consciousness arises from attempting
To hold
onto that which is ever-changing in time.
* * * *
Until
detachment sheaths its brutal honesty,
Introspection
can be a terrible swift sword.
* * * *
There
is nothing not one with godness.
Even
the most despicable demon
Is a
cousin of the same origin.
* * * *
Birth
is such a simple predictable process.
How
many innovative ways we assign death.
* * * *
Who is
really an expert on anything?
* * * *
As a
student of life you are a student of every subject.
The only
test is a final called oblivion.
* * * *
This
world is a teeming birthing ground of physical manifestation.
You
will be here until you are worthy of merger into the largest part.
* * * *
Some
would say there are no shortcuts to owning isness.
Needs research.
* * * *
How can
you not want to find out who you are?
This
quest is not some idle pastime.
It
consumes you.
* * * *
From
unity springs duality,
They
are eternally the same.
* * * *
If you
only question within a loop,
You
will only get loop answers.
* * * *
Your
mythos will mold you into its meme if you allow it.
* * * *
The
distractions are many, and most are so easily amused.
* * * *
The
suffering is caused by limitation
Filled
with unreconciled eternal longing.
* * * *
God has
never been a concept.
* * * *
The
only end of the societal mindset,
The ego
play of the limited view,
Is
confusion, havoc and death.
* * * *
To
embrace your total nature
Is to
know your true immortality.
* * * *
Without
the sun, the earth would not be,
And without the earth,
the sun would not shine.
* * * *
For
consciousness to be raised,
Nothing must be done,
And nothing must be
left undone.
* * * *
You
are the awareness.
The awareness is not
you.
You are everything.
Nothing is you.
* * * *
Do
destroyers forever delude themselves
That they can evade
their own demise?
* * * *
Of
what good is a fruit tree that bears no fruit?
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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