XXXVIII
Through
you the nexus of consciousness
Has a
brief opportunity to blossom
Into
the manifest unity of heaven on earth,
But
only if you are content to be, and allow it so.
* * * *
Those
who see the potential
Cry for
the unnecessary suffering
We weave
upon ourselves.
* * * *
Many
are called.
Few
volunteer.
* * * *
Aloneness
is the cooling fire
From
which all is born.
* * * *
Those
who see this become
Lawless,
unprincipled renegades
Within
this integrated manifest realm.
* * * *
This
spinning sphere of water, land and air
Is of
the infinite play of oneness from which
You
have never even once been separated.
* * * *
One
hole can never fill another.
* * * *
Your
aloneness is a vast cavern
To
which eternal exploration
Will
never find an end.
* * * *
The
ceaseless noise of the crowds is such an enticing distraction.
It is
difficult to appreciate how truly alone you are.
Our
fear of its ending makes us
So
desperately cruel to one another.
* * * *
You are
the infinite potential manifested in the finite actuality.
* * * *
Hope is
the outcome of idealism unreconciled with reality.
* * * *
Seek
wisdom and own nothing.
* * * *
Differentiate
as much as you will,
There
are really no differences.
* * * *
The
existence whose seed the loins sow
Is in manifest
reality a mortal death sentence
That
most every parent dreads ever having to witness.
* * * *
When
you see only oneness,
All the
others disappear.
* * * *
All
these thoughts
Will
have the meaning
You
project upon them.
* * * *
How
vague and obtuse the insights of the masses
Into
this mysterious dream we are each moment concocting.
Synergistically
unable to see further than the most apparent shallows,
We
inevitably snare ourselves in a hellish venture no world will sustain forever.
* * * *
As
clearly as you may discern your god nature,
You
must still in one way or another
Abide
this manifest play steeped in ignorance.
* * * *
All
destinies will one day face an inevitable merger,
A
timeless reunion with oblivion, the one mind beyond mind.
* * * *
Every
society, every subgroup,
Urges a
conformity to a fictional ideal.
This
normalcy deadens the minds
Of all
but a rare few who will not submit
Even
unto death.
* * * *
Every
time-bound experience
Is
encompassed by the same nowness.
* * * *
The journey
into wisdom, into infinite insight, into wholeness,
Is a
paradox of life and death,
And the
awareness through which both pathlessly play.
* * * *
Maybe
you are missing something here.
Maybe
you are missing nothing.
* * * *
To say,
“I am that I am” may seem mad,
But
anything else surely is.
* * * *
From
hell one can discern heaven.
From
deduction and induction
All
extrapolation is known,
And of
what use it either?
* * * *
Caution.
Any
given seer’s inner vision can be
Easily
colored by the habitual personal nature
When
desire raises Maya’s passionate ire.
* * * *
So many
can say so much and say so little,
While
others can say so little and say so much.
* * * *
Whatever
you do the first thirty years of life,
You
will pay for in its remainder.
* * * *
See
that which you call the devil, evil,
And
that which you call god, good,
And
discern no true difference
But
what you imagine.
* * * *
As long
as you try to force it,
It will
not happen.
* * * *
Inevitably,
there will someday be one last human being
The
last of a genetic line, alone in consciousness.
Where
then will all our vain history be?
* * * *
There
are fools,
And
there are fools
Who
know they are fools.
* * * *
What is
rare often becomes valuable.
Differentiation
creates many paths to journey hell.
* * * *
When
imagination is seen as reality,
Illusion
reigns.
* * * *
If you
mess with Mother Nature,
She
will mess you back big-time.
* * * *
Learn
not to fear you own mind.
* * * *
What
does another think of you?
What do
you think of yourself the answer.
* * * *
What
else would you be
If we
were not societal creatures
Whose
collusion has inevitably tacked us
Down
the path we now journey?
* * * *
To put
the question, “Why?”
Demands
an answer
To
which there is no solution.
* * * *
Most of
humanity has been very clever,
But
have yet to truly prove as a species
The
true intelligence their source belies.
* * * *
All are
worthy
If they
would just give themselves
Half a
chance.
* * * *
Some of
these words have been written
Before
what is said was completely comprehended.
The
scribe is a visionary spring, just one of many,
Through
which eternity is made apparent.
* * * *
With
your eyes closed or open,
Travel
to the edge of you skull.
You
will never arrive.
* * * *
I
amness
Is the
stage upon which all creation dances.
* * * *
You
will not reach this level of madness
But
through resolved, fearless intuition.
* * * *
The
witness within abides
Where
consciousness is not.
* * * *
Become
consciously full of your Self.
* * * *
Romes
always fall of the fat grown of success.
* * * *
The
habitual reactions of consciousness
Are the
hell of duality, the illusion of the devil Maya.
* * * *
Death
is the key to freedom,
But the
death is meant
Is a
conscious one.
* * * *
Buddhas
are born again unmade.
* * * *
Are you
any different than a video camera
Recording
a continuous scene with the addition
Of
sound, taste, hearing and touch
And a
good amount of inner narration?
* * * *
Survivors
are always more adept at adapting to change.
Rigidity
is death.
* * * *
How can
you save the world
If you
cannot save yourself,
And
your Self needs no saving.
* * * *
Want so
much
That
you see its eternal futility.
* * * *
What
pain or pleasure, evil or good, wrong or right,
Can
ever truly touch you?
* * * *
Who
will be a tool of godness
If not
you?
* * * *
For the
individual mind to explore beyond itself
Into
the indivisible nature is conscious suicide into eternal life.
* * * *
You
have an individual opportunity
To
discern your indivisible nature.
* * * *
What is
the body but a temporal opportunity
For you
to be conscious of your eternal nature.
* * * *
What
need for god when you are you Self?
* * * *
If you
seek comfort,
Go
ahead and continue deluding yourself.
* * * *
The
challenge is to own at the origin of all thinking,
You are
the source of its creation, be it hell, be it heaven.
* * * *
Gravity
inevitably draws all home.
* * * *
When
you own this,
Neither
god nor devil has any further say.
* * * *
The
painful dings of fate
Are the
eternal blacksmith
Shaping
you for eternity.
* * * *
To be
satisfied solely with that which is manifest
Is to
miss the opportunity to embrace
That
which is eternal.
* * * *
The
essential state is a clear slate.
Erase
all that is not.
* * * *
Even the
day you die is a good day.
* * * *
Oblivion
is the destiny of all.
* * * *
First
you must love your natural state.
Then
you will find it quite simple
To love
everything.
* * * *
A piece
of ripe fruit is always a delicacy.
But
would it be as desirable green or rotten?
Every
seed flowers and must someday fade.
* * * *
You are
the awareness which resides in all things.
Find
the serenity at the root of your being.
* * * *
How can
you kill that which was never born?
* * * *
Waste
little time offering drink to those lacking discernment.
These
words are for those whose thirst for their birthright
Will
only be quenched by total abandonment to Self.
* * * *
To be
free you need not believe anything.
No
thought, no concept contains the answer.
* * * *
To trust
any authority, any expert, without question,
Is
highly questionable.
* * * *
It is
most challenging
Not to
believe what the senses tell you.
Liberation
is not easily won.
* * * *
It is
much less difficult to be detached
When
life goes smoothly and according to plan
Than in
dark times of sickness, injury, aging and death.
But
diligent practice in the former help make it easier in the latter.
* * * *
Those
who discern their original state are blessed.
* * * *
Does a
piece of clay care what shape it is given?
* * * *
How
silly you are to believe any of this ultimately real,
Ultimately
anything more than a very temporary dream.
* * * *
How
well you play yourself.
Almost
as if you believe the part real.
* * * *
All
phenomena are temporal illusions.
Continuity
is a cruel hoax
Fostered
by those ignorant of their ignorance.
* * * *
Death
is the excellent equalizer.
* * * *
It is a
knowing without conclusion.
* * * *
Craving
and fear creates the you who suffers.
* * * *
Freedom
in consciousness can only begin
Through
the discovery of awareness prior to thought.
* * * *
One
flower cannot help another blossom.
* * * *
Water
shines mightily through the clear cup.
* * * *
No
matter how likely the speculation,
You can
never be sure it is not your own projection.
* * * *
Your
origin is prior to creation and life's beginning.
* * * *
It is
not you as identity who accomplishes anything.
* * * *
You
must free yourself from the oppression
You
have created and continued to allow within.
It is
not out there in the this and that
Because
of they and them
* * * *
The
lesson of absoluteness
Is born
of many teachers and teachings.
All are
blessed for their divine role.
* * * *
This is
a new testament
That
the journey is, indeed, divine
No
matter how much sludge mucks up the boots.
* * * *
Do not
be confused by duality's play.
Do not
identify your body as your ultimate nature.
You are
and have ever been oneness only.
* * * *
Your
continual seeking of this experience or that
Is the
mind-identity's ceaseless desire to be
Intertwined
with its terror of ending.
* * * *
All
your emotional angst is imagined.
You
concoct illusion and then believe it real.
* * * *
The
five senses
Are the
readers of the dream,
The
mind the keeper.
* * * *
The
quest for freedom is a journey into aloneness.
* * * *
Fear
and desire are not possible in momentary living.
They
are solely the result of the mind's creation of space-time,
Its
attachment to the cause and effect of its manufactured continuity.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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