XXXVII
How
challenging it is to surrender
The
noise of consciousness
To its
silent origin.
* * * *
The
personality is like a filter
Shading
the camera’s view,
But
only until its removal.
* * * *
Karma
is simply ripples coming back at you.
* * * *
What do
angels have over you?
Nothing.
* * * *
The
ending of desire washes away all fear.
* * * *
How
senseless it all truly is.
* * * *
You see
a face in the mirror,
But are
those eyes staring back really you?
* * * *
The
devil pays many dues
For all
his false gold.
* * * *
Most
people in this conflict-ridden world
Would
be content to have a quiet, simple life.
A
relatively small handful make that very difficult.
* * * *
It is
very challenging for humanity
To
extend its cooperative efforts
Beyond
the simplicity of concepts,
Symbols,
rituals and sundry traditions.
* * * *
We are
all wandering the same mountain.
* * * *
Always
question why and where
Someone
wants to lead you.
* * * *
Loyalty
to the human predicament,
To
consciousness, whatever the form,
Erodes
as you see it sliding through hell,
Pretty
much at an accelerating rate.
* * * *
I came,
I saw, I shrugged my shoulders,
And I
drifted away.
* * * *
What
are you in the world
But a
temporal frame of reference,
A brief
reckoning upon which your version
Of the
universe rises and sets in eternity’s light show.
* * * *
What a
lot of senseless chatter
We all
have in our heads.
* * * *
In
reality you are the forever beyond time.
* * * *
The
discontented unhappy races have despoiled
Those
whose contentment nettled their fear.
* * * *
All
creatures great and small
Participate
in this dreamy play of consciousness
In
whatever fashion spontaneous evolution is taking them.
Our
current narrowing approach to all other life
Is
wreaking havoc on manifest diversity.
We
shape out own fate in the way
We
choose to shape others.
* * * *
Your
individual personality
Is a
one-shot affair in consciousness.
Look
around to see a handful of your other lifetimes.
* * * *
The
time we measure in so many ways
Is
founded upon the cycles of manifestation,
Not
upon the eternal nowness of its source.
* * * *
You
deal with any future in the nowness.
Passion
is a product of time.
* * * *
So
little needs be said.
It is
your fear of aloneness,
Your
fear of not being,
Which births
so much chatter.
* * * *
The
game you are really playing
Is with
your Self.
* * * *
Before
you seek solutions,
Find
out who creates the problems.
* * * *
Neither
better nor worse,
All
diversity is truly the same.
* * * *
All
gain, all loss, is imagined.
* * * *
Whoever
you are,
Whatever
you are,
Wherever
you are,
However
you are,
Whenever
you are,
In
whatever way you are,
You
will always be the only you,
You
truly are.
* * * *
All the
opinions in the world add up to diddly-squat, zilch.
These ones
included.
* * * *
You
have filled you head with a great deal of useless data
Which
keeps your mind too noisy to discern how still it really is.
* * * *
As long
as the myriad voices rule you thoughts,
Your
continued suffering is assured.
* * * *
Freedom
is the unattached unbound stillness
Of the
undifferentiated unknowing awareness.
* * * *
Be
gentle with the body.
It so
easily suffers in so many ways
For its
many mortal flaws.
* * * *
The
forests fill our bookstores and libraries
As we
vainly fill our ceaselessly ravenous minds
With
the knowledge founded upon manifest existence.
But to
what end, always an open-wound question.
* * * *
Love is
a world with so many vain contexts.
Probably
best not to use it overly much.
* * * *
You will
never attain godness
If you
do not see the many myriad forms,
No
matter the innumerable reflections,
Are
also of the same ultimate nature
As you.
* * * *
Witnessing
is not an evangelical matter.
That is
the twisting of those caught
In
persuasion-bound idolatry.
* * * *
Freedom
is not something bought or sold.
* * * *
Do not
believe even for a moment
That
your true nature is subject to your vain opinions.
* * * *
Your
consciousness will be drawn
To the
fate your desires wills into manifestation.
To what
end, you as witness will have neither say nor concern.
* * * *
It
looks real, sounds real, smells real,
But is
it, has it every been, will it ever be?
* * * *
Where
will you be
When
you stop reincarnating?
* * * *
Your
ideas about it
Have
nothing to do
With
the reality of it.
* * * *
Most
cling to life.
The
seer releases death.
* * * *
Pretending
you know anything
Is
perhaps the most enticing delusion
This
time bound theater offers.
* * * *
By what
right does anyone have anything to judge
Regarding
how another views the world?
* * * *
You are
the flowering of manifest consciousness
Born
into a world traversing intense joy and suffering.
* * * *
If you
believe you are not susceptible to the will of the herd,
You are
either free or not watching your mind very closely.
* * * *
Though
you attempt over and over again to grasp it,
It only
laughs like the wind at your vanity.
* * * *
There
is no one to follow, no way you can follow.
Most
attempts evolve into one form of idolatry or another.
* * * *
Despite
its myriad diverse forms,
It is
the same for as far as you can see.
* * * *
Bet on
the cockroaches.
You
will not collect,
But at
least you will win.
* * * *
Integrity
is hard-won.
* * * *
We are
monkeys born in hell.
* * * *
Manifestation
will rise and fall
As long
as the ocean is.
Life is
a curious witnessing,
A
generational rolling and crashing
Few
minds only briefly comprehend.
* * * *
Why
should we expect to continue
If this
is the best we can do?
Godness
favors balance
And
that requires a certain humility
By the
form concerned.
* * * *
Any
illusory personal immortality is manifest
Solely
through the continuity of your seed,
An
ephemeral fact at best, as all genetic lines
Must
eventually extinguish into eternity’s oblivion.
* * * *
You
cannot retain your form
Any
more than any other seed can.
Only
your true nature, the oneness of the isness
Born of
nowness is eternally immortal.
* * * *
There
is the personal nature
And the
impersonal nature.
The
former is the one you think you are.
* * * *
Our
misuse of the mind
Denies
us the quiet serenity
Of
spontaneous natural living.
* * * *
Mastery
is realizing fully
How
little you really know.
* * * *
There
is a tendency to think of eternity
As
something involving time as we know it,
But its
foreverness is only the trick of the mind
Caught
in its own web of imagined continuity.
* * * *
What is
there to continue but the play of the senses.
* * * *
Nothing
is offered freely here.
* * * *
You
would probably laugh
If a
strain of bacteria in a petri dish
Thought
their jelly world was the core of all.
Is your
sensory frame of reference
Really
that different?
* * * *
Those
who survive the exponential advent of technology
May
well look back to this time and find it difficult
Not to
shake their heads often at our
Utter
disregard for their time.
* * * *
Most
cling to the ignorance and superstition of the ancients
Because
they lack the desire, insight and courage
To
discern the greatest inner vision.
* * * *
Find
the balance or you will be an insect
For the
rest of Eden’s manifest play.
* * * *
To plot
revenge upon the grandson
Of a
man your grandfather hated,
To
cling to the ceaseless petty grudges,
Blood
feuds and vicious wars of our ancestors
Is such
limited fair of this potential feast.
Will
you ever see your true nature
And
participate in this garden
As
godness manifest?
* * * *
Those
who seek me shall find me
In many
forms, in many places.
And the
most sincere will become vessels
In
which I, too, shall flower into heaven on earth.
* * * *
Right
action is unprincipled integrity
Which
each must discern alone.
* * * *
When
decisions are made
Solely
on the basis on imagery,
The
foundation and function disintegrates.
* * * *
Release
the memories,
Release
the projections.
Your destiny
is now.
* * * *
The
immortality of any seed
Resides
in its essential nature,
Not its
blueprint patterning.
* * * *
Taking
life seriously generally means
Taking
yourself and your interests too seriously.
And so
many others doing the same.
* * * *
You
will be washed back into oblivion
As a
spent wave is drawn back to the sea.
But the
patterning ceaselessly sends
New
waves upon the infinite shore
That
illusion play out its eternal dance
Of
manifest hide-and-seek in time and space.
* * * *
Put
aside everything you have been told or imagined.
That
clarity is you.
* * * *
What
would your universe have been like
If no
other had convinced you that there
Was
something else for you to become.
* * * *
Are
serenity and joy beyond imagination,
Or
what?
* * * *
If you
truly want to create heaven on earth,
You
must destroy yourself without harming the vehicle.
* * * *
It
really is not you in a personal sense
Who is
making any of this happen.
* * * *
Every
form is a receiver,
But few
are truly clear about
Just
what it is they are receiving.
* * * *
Between
the personal and impersonal
There
is an imperceptible veil.
* * * *
We are
diversity playing roles defined
By that
which we have no answer to.
* * * *
There
is an all but infinite lightshow play,
But no where
else, really, to go.
* * * *
You are
eternally alone.
How
aware you are of your aloneness
Depends
on how still and observant you can be
At that
point where the tire meets the road.
* * * *
Regarding
death,
How can
something leave
When
what they are has always been?
Your
are the indivisible Soul, not an individual soul.
* * * *
Why
fear any deity when you are that
Which
you have in imagination created?
* * * *
All
your life, your mind-body cravings
Have
been manipulated by your culture,
Often
with complete and utter lack of respect
For
your sovereign right to flower as only you can.
* * * *
Discern
the silence of sound,
The
blandness of taste,
The
blindness of sight,
The
numbness of touch,
The
odorlessness of smell.
* * * *
At some point of
realization in your awakening,
No one has any sway
over your mind
But those you allow
entry.
The Soul cannot die,
But the mind can be
pierced
Again and again in ten
thousand ways.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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