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As
helpless or hopeless
As you
might personally feel,
You are
still that which is godness.
* * * *
Try to
accept whatever life offers,
And give
back whatever you please.
* * * *
The
arrogance of the judge
Is a
far greater weight upon mind and body
Than
that which is judged.
* * * *
Humility
is without burden.
The
braggart falls victim to his own wind.
* * * *
Even
pennies from heaven
Are
merely coins of the realm.
* * * *
A mind
in non-linear mode
Has no
need for senseless violence.
* * * *
Public
education runs only a slight risk
That
individuals will somehow learn
To
truly think for themselves.
* * * *
Did
gravity or any other natural law
Exist
before you were born?
* * * *
Any vow
is a product of time, only as good
As the
maker's attachment to its continuity.
* * * *
A real
teacher does not cash in on what is seen beyond the veil.
* * * *
This
concern over what happens after physical death,
Die now
consciously to time and find out.
It will
not matter then.
* * * *
You are
not afraid of death.
You are
afraid of time.
Death
is the unknown,
And you
can only fear the ending
Of what
you think you know.
* * * *
As long
as we believe god outside ourselves,
We are
doomed to reap the hell we spawn.
* * * *
In each
and every moment
You are
both the beginning and the ending,
The
creation and the destruction.
* * * *
Each is
responsible for the universe they create.
There
is no one else to credit for your inner vision.
No one
perceives anything the same as anyone else.
Each
creates a different reflection they think of as reality.
Any
given group or culture may agree to use certain words,
But the
concepts they communicate have connotations
Shaped
by dynamic patterns too numerous
To do
more than barely fathom.
* * * *
By its
very existence,
No personality
is perfect.
All are
merely temporal reactions
To
perceived circumstances.
* * * *
Gossip
assumes so much,
But is
really the product of shallow reflection.
* * * *
The
repetition of someone else's words is just that.
Trust
the intuitive direct perception of your own source.
* * * *
You may
at some point pierce the veil,
But the
day to day is very much the same
In a
way words can never describe.
* * * *
If you
honor the one,
The
many will be included.
* * * *
Most
project thoughts and speculations
Upon
the many prophets, seers and saints
They
might not have begun to entertain
If they
had known them personally.
* * * *
Take
the burden of the world you carry in thought
And
throw it to the four corners of earth, wind, water and fire.
As you discern
your true nature, their magnitude is no longer a concern.
* * * *
Coming
to grips with consciousness
Is
something few do well.
* * * *
Those
who seek to be free
May
often face either persecution or reverence.
Odd
that such a natural state should be considered extraordinary.
* * * *
A free
individual will not burden another.
* * * *
How
many leaders truly care about those who follow
Except
in the expedition of their own desire.
* * * *
Share
the good news
With
those who can hear it.
There
is no need to proselytize.
Truth
is not a matter for persuasion.
* * * *
The
devils are compensated by their own hell,
But are
so immersed in passion they cannot see it.
Godness
well knows the journey of fallen angels
But the
latter see only reflections they project.
* * * *
The
flame of wisdom burns away the dross of time.
* * * *
The
strength of the soul can never be matched by the body.
The
mortal container is merely a temporary vehicle
Which
will fall off when the show is done.
* * * *
If you
tie your happiness to the fate of another,
You
will suffer incalculable burdens.
* * * *
Any
holograph is always a reflection of the one.
* * * *
There
is no need to follow anyone.
Mutual
respect is enough.
* * * *
Each of
us participates in ways we feel called to.
Why is
anybody's guess, but no one's answer.
* * * *
I am is
without cause.
Causes
are the affairs of those concerned
With
the plays of heaven and hell.
* * * *
Have
you not been scammed enough
By all
the politicians, priests, bureaucrats,
Market
manipulators, educators and the like?
How
many lessons will it take to wake up?
* * * *
The
body and mind and universe are one unit.
Only
the clinging to labels separate them.
* * * *
The
perfect mirror is a complete and utter fool,
And
fools do what fools will.
* * * *
If
someone wants to take their own life,
Who are
you to argue they ought to endure
This
vain, petty, senseless drama any further?
They
may not deserve the prison they are in.
* * * *
For
some it seems like a heart thing.
For
others it is a mind thing.
It is
really neither.
* * * *
Your
universe is all you, the summation
Of your
many thoughts and perceptions.
What it
truly is no one can ever know.
* * * *
You are
not bound by the dictates of heaven and hell
As they
are formed by the wills of men, not god.
* * * *
Others
will often be quite honest with others about you.
Few
have the courage to face any but through idle gossip.
It need
not be your business what anyone else thinks of you.
* * * *
A brain
with plenty of air contributes to a happier mind.
* * * *
The
worlds a speck of dust
Swirling
amid a temporal dust storm.
* * * *
Look
back at scenes of your memories
See
clearly now what you were witness to then.
* * * *
The
smugness of elitism, in whatever form it takes,
Is an
artful ignorance played by many.
* * * *
Those
who seek historical immortality are paper ghosts.
Their
glories rival only the empty space between the lines.
* * * *
What an
enticing reverie the mind offers.
It is
the creator and destroyer.
It is
the delusion.
* * * *
Emphasis
on whether you are female or male
Loses
weight once you discern
You are
really neither.
* * * *
Imagine
the world with you as a persona
No
longer present.
* * * *
How
fascinating our vanity over frail, mortal bodies
Given
to each through chance permutations of the genetic lottery.
Chemical
bags laden with ancient instinctive responses,
Ideas
about which most of us are quite attached.
* * * *
How
amazing that we pay others to save our souls,
That we
are deluded into believing anyone else can.
The
leaders of all religions impoverish their own souls
Using
the gullibility of the innocent to their own ends.
* * * *
There
is no one to follow for it is within the journey goes.
Why put
it off playing another's games?
* * * *
Surrender
can be hazardous duty,
For it
is the death of the imagined you.
* * * *
Few do
not weep deeply when
Mortality
becomes apparent.
That
sorrow is only reconciled
If you
truly discern the immortality
Of the
oneness you truly are eternally.
* * * *
The
more improbably fantastic the story,
The
more likely the undiscerning masses
Will
fall all over themselves to pay into it.
* * * *
Systemized
education
Is akin
to any training ever devised
Wherein
teachers are generally
The
most able former students.
* * * *
What
can anyone else be that you are not as well?
* * * *
If its
seed is to survive its present inertia,
Humanity
will need to shift into a paradigm
Far
more conscious than it currently manifests.
* * * *
Do what
you do because it is your nature to do it.
Attempts
to play out another's ideals and principles
Only
muddies the clarity of one's own lawful insight.
* * * *
It is
simple, but not so simple
That
you can just tag yourself with a label
And
think it somehow means anything.
* * * *
Water
is really as solid as metal
And
metal as fluid as water.
* * * *
As long
as you seek approval of the the skittish herd,
Your
fear-ridden mind will hold you in check
And
freedom will only be an ideal.
* * * *
When
mortals become myths,
Humanity
does itself great injustice
In its
envious coveting imitations.
* * * *
Philosophy
will not free you.
You
must become very still
For
that state of beingness.
* * * *
If you
really want to comprehend
The
nuances of any given subject,
Try
teaching it.
* * * *
All
manifest patterning is what it appears to be by temporary design only.
Insects
are not insects, trees are not trees, rocks are not rocks,
And
human beings are not what they seem either.
* * * *
Why
would anyone wish for a peaceful world, anyway?
Loving
your neighbor, keeping your brother, sharing good fortune,
Treating
others as you would have them treat you, creating heaven on earth,
Would
be far too unpleasurable, a senseless existence
Which
only angels long to play.
* * * *
If you
live as though you have
An infinite
number of lives,
You
waste this one's potential.
* * * *
Gossip
is such a wretched, cowardly thing
We all
do to one another.
* * * *
Here
you are at the bottom of an ocean of air.
Amazing
that you survive in all this light
Thinks
the life in the cold darkness of space.
* * * *
There
is a vast difference
Between
a conscious life of servitude
And one
of mindless enslavement.
* * * *
You
need not organize that
Which
is already in total order.
* * * *
It is
all food to one thing or another.
* * * *
We
could put the fruit back anytime.
* * * *
You
cling to that which only causes suffering,
Earnestly
maintaining that without it life would not be worth living.
You
poison yourself and the world, pretending all the while to be in perfect
health.
What foolish
webs we do ceaselessly spin again and again.
* * * *
Imagine
the sounds of hungry flames lapping,
Or
shoveled dirt splashing, echoing against the casket
With
you screaming, slowly smothering inside.
How
many wretched deaths there are
In this
incredible dreamworld.
What is
the point,
If any?
* * * *
One
cannot feed those who are not hungry,
Nor
stop those who are.
* * * *
If you
only think you want to be free,
Do not
waste your time.
* * * *
In any
conflict with serious or deadly intent
Do everything
you can to let your opponent
Have a
chance to learn the error of his way.
* * * *
Romes
come, Romes go,
But
within the ruins of once mighty foundations
There
are no more than shadows of glories
Vain
minds once thought of telling.
Only
dust blows eternally.
* * * *
The
avaricious, ambitious fist that grasps all it can
Aches
for reasons it will likely never comprehend.
* * * *
Rip up
the path on which you think you travel.
* * * *
Do not
battle the patterning.
Understand
it.
* * * *
Some do
not require more
Than
they already have,
But so
many who have so much
Never
know even a moment of real contentment.
* * * *
You are
really the gold, the sovereign proof
That
all that is, is eternally sacred.
* * * *
Dwell
where you will,
You are
without beginning,
Nor
will you ever know a conclusion.
* * * *
When
death someday takes the body,
Who
will be left to recognize it
As
anything known?
* * * *
No
vibration is truly superior to another.
It is
all uniquely of the same clayness.
* * * *
A wall
is a rolling wave of a great ocean
And the
ocean the stillness of a still wall.
* * * *
Ignorance
has a way
Of
dragging everything down
To
its level of mediocrity.
*
* * *
The
creatures of the sea must know a serenity
Only
the quiet depths of the ocean can provide.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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