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Humanity’s
competitive nature
Has
created the world as we know it,
But
will inevitably lead our life form to extinction
If we
do not voluntarily mute our many instinctual passions
And
learn to individually respect the indivisible sovereignty of each part.
* * * *
Discern
that you are your own physician.
The
desire to truly heal the divisions of this temporal world
Requires
a realignment with your ultimate nature.
Ideals
about a better world are useless
And
only put off its happening.
* * * *
Compare
yourself with another if you choose,
But
there is in reality no comparison.
* * * *
Throw
each breathe and thought away.
* * * *
What
have you allied yourself with
But a
bundle of muddled concepts and images?
Idolatry
wears and infinity of forms.
* * * *
What a
complex bind we are in
Wanting
all the comfort we can imagine,
And yet
be directly faced with certain destruction
If we
continue in such a complex separative approach.
Do we
have the intelligence to liberate ourselves,
Or must
mother natured beat us senseless?
* * * *
In our
time’s industrialized mindset,
The
cyclic rhythms of planets, moons and stars
Are
usurped in every way by machines and computers.
More
and more we merely imitate life and function mechanically,
Little
different than habitual automats and robots, mass produced androids
Unthinking
cogs in a world where concepts replace nature
In
almost every direction one might look.
* * * *
If you
would have the human experience be other than it is,
You
must first discern within why it is the way it is.
* * * *
Ideals
and the hope that they will come about
Only
put them off for times which will never come
Because
the here-now is all that will ever be.
* * * *
Sexuality
relies great deal on imagination
* * * *
To have
unreal expectations for oneself or the world
Is to
be disappointed again and again.
* * * *
What a
tiny piece of conscious space you occupy,
Yet in
the same sentence it can also be said
That
you are all of it as well.
The
mind is shattered by its array of thoughts
Until
the whole is seen behind the screen of chatter.
* * * *
The
hell and heaven written of in the many scriptures
Are
merely the qualities of consciousness
Of the
time-bound and the timeless.
They
are concepts which have been misunderstood
Over
and over again throughout time’s eternal passing.
Ignorance
finds countless ways to practice shortsightedness.
* * * *
What a
tiny portion of conscious space you occupy,
Yet in
the same sentence it can also be said
That
you are all of it as well.
* * * *
The
unspoken assumption made
Whenever
you call another insane or strange,
Is that
you are not.
* * * *
Capacity
does not necessarily translate into interest.
* * * *
Once
you put someone on a pedestal,
There
is little for them to do but fall off.
* * * *
Like a
moth to flame,
Your
dance with continuity,
That
mix of desire and fear which enthralls you,
Is a
hypnotizing flight with a mortal end.
* * * *
When
life is viewed personally,
There
is little recourse to the inevitable suffering.
When
seen from the impersonal it is merely temporal dreaming,
One of
an infinite play of view crossing eternity.
* * * *
No
explanation really explains anything.
* * * *
The key
is unconditional surrender to the unfolding moment,
The
realization that you as an individual have done none of this,
That it
is all spontaneously happening
And you
are part of the oneness playing.
* * * *
Like it
or not, you have a fate.
Resist
or surrender,
The
outcome is the same.
* * * *
Death
in the conscious sense
Frees
you from this illusory spell,
The
irony being that you have called it living.
* * * *
Is it a
matter of an individual soul
Or an
indivisible soul?
* * * *
All you knowledge blinds
you to Eden.
* * * *
The
best way to leave a crime
Is with
an anonymous saunter.
* * * *
What
makes you different than smoke
Is that
you think you are.
* * * *
How
deftly we torture ourselves
With
civilized programming.
* * * *
If you
truly wish to know what dying is,
Do it
now.
* * * *
To
discern the big picture and become the big picture
Are two
very different states of consciousness.
* * * *
Maya is
able to entice your imagination
With so
many pleasures in this game of time and space.
What is
challenging to fully comprehend is that you have created them all.
* * * *
How
could awareness ever be seen
Without
the movement of consciousness?
* * * *
Can you
ever get outside you subjective personal view?
Does
impersonal objectivity even exist?
Needs
your research.
* * * *
Only in
now is it real.
Catch
it if you can.
* * * *
Call it
he, call it she.
Is it
either or neither?
* * * *
Discern
the whole that has no trails.
* * * *
Be able
to examine all and desire none,
That is
freedom.
* * * *
Herbs,
shrooms, buttons, poppies, and other tools
Are the
garden’s teachers best used in moderation
By
those few who yearn to reunify within and without.
* * * *
How
strange those who
So
readily declare belief and faith
Are
those who often do not.
* * * *
To take
this dreamworld seriously
Correlates
to taking yourself seriously.
* * * *
The
five senses draw you out,
The
third eye in.
* * * *
Some do
not realize
Until
after careful observation later,
Why
they were born.
* * * *
Once
you discover the unborn,
It does
not matter how many lives
You may
have had or may yet have.
They
are ever the same ultimate reality.
* * * *
Erase
yourself to find the true security,
The
true immaculate womb in which all truly abide.
* * * *
What is
there to want from this illusory world
But a healthy body, a full stomach, a safe warm
bed,
Trustworthy
friends and lovers, a supportive community,
A
sovereign life journey which takes you to godness,
And a
peaceful quick exit when your time is done.
* * * *
Laws,
dogmas, codes and principles
Miss
the enjoyment of aimless integrated intuition.
* * * *
Knowing
you are one with it all
Does
not always make mortality easier to bear
When
the tangling remnants of attachment trip the inattentive.
* * * *
It is
not easy to disbelieve pain.
Detachment
is like breathing for some,
But
takes a great deal of practice for most.
* * * *
Your
sense of continuity
Is
really a trick played by the mind
Which
fears the oblivion of personal nature.
* * * *
How
close and yet so far infinity truly is.
* * * *
What
can history say
But
that our vanity and greed
Got the
better of us?
* * * *
Such a
subtle difference
Between
knowing and being.
* * * *
Belief
systems come and go,
But you
can never systemize it
No
matter what the mind may conjure.
* * * *
Few are
rich in that I am.
* * * *
What
you are, I know not.
What I
am, I know as little.
But I
think we must really all be the same.
* * * *
Because
of your free will conscious capacity
You
assumed guardianship of this garden world,
A task
for which you have proven again and again
Remarkable
unsuited.
* * * *
All
your explanations have never explained what you are.
Concepts
trap you in a weaving which offers nothing but delusion.
It is
your beingness that is both the question and the answer.
* * * *
The
confusion of your genetic ancestry
Resides
in every point and particle of your being.
* * * *
You
will never have all the answers
So
relax and set awhile.
* * * *
You
hold onto what you must
Until
you see you need it no longer.
* * * *
Martyrdom
proves nothing
But
more of the same vain reasoning.
* * * *
Reconciling
heaven on earth for all is not an easy task.
It may
even be impossible for creatures such as we.
* * * *
The
union within is a marriage to unity.
It is
an unspoken vow to godness
Which
brings forth the fruit
Born of
eden.
* * * *
Morality
in the dogmatic sense
Is
merely any given group’s way
Of
fashioning your innocence
To its
own vain continuity.
* * * *
All
must see they are on the one mind
For
consciousness to be reborn in Eden.
* * * *
You
think you seek freedom,
Yet
your thoughts are ever a burden
Because
desire for continuity is ever tempted
By the
many illusions you find pleasurable and painful.
The
weaver of the dream, you, is a very crafty
Spider,
fox, coyote, snake, trickster.
* * * *
The
desire for more takes you away
From
what you already are.
* * * *
There
is the truth in the truth,
The
truth in the false,
The
false in the false,
And,
finally the false in the truth.
All
wrapped up in a divine comedy-drama
Played
resolutely in consciousness.
* * * *
Live
and learn,
Forget
again and again.
* * * *
Real
intelligence cannot be tested or rated.
If
humanity were truly intelligent in the highest way,
We
would not be operating as we are.
* * * *
Only
the blind argue
Over
the different parts of an elephant.
* * * *
If you
sit quietly, attentive to your worst enemy,
You
will both find you have everything in common.
* * * *
In
reality you have never left your mother’s womb.
* * * *
No one
can truly tell another
What
they are not prepared to hear.
* * * *
The
good news is that you are that which is eternal,
That
which is beyond all mortal material claims.
* * * *
It all
unfolds where the wheel hits the road,
And the
wheel keeps on rolling in timeless wonder.
* * * *
You are
raised to believe the propaganda
Of one
mythological tradition or another
As if
any have any real or lasting relevance
To what
the world is at any given moment in time.
* * * *
The
world is made up of those who feel the need to control,
Those
who comply and those who chaff at the crude bit.
* * * *
Each of
us creates a fate.
Some
are recognized and given a slot
Upon
one timeline or another.
Yet
where and when
Does
the timeline truly continue?
* * * *
Knowledge
poses many avenues home,
Yet can
never take you there.
* * * *
In a
finite temporal mortal vehicle,
You are
give the opportunity to witness
An
unfathomable timeless mystery.
It is a
journey all may venture,
But few
ever comprehend
To the
fullest potential.
* * * *
How
easily we are caught by promises
Of
saviors, prophets, aliens or magical beings.
* * * *
Eternity
is now ever unfolding fluidly
From
one vaporous now to the next,
Yet
only within the context of the mind
Influenced
so easily by the five senses.
* * * *
Organized
religions, countless cults,
And
every other groupthink imaginable
All
capitalize on the fear of the unknown
Innate
in all who are born into this garden
That
all are for some reason unworthy
Without
some other to protect them.
It is a
scam which time has played out
Since
the fearful, superstitious mind took root.
* * * *
You are
happy with your body
When it
is healthy and functions well,
But
when you notice it falling off,
What
then will the moods tell?
* * * *
The
countless voices of family,
Friends,
acquaintances, enemies,
And
other societal mirrors of dreamtime
Gradually
recede into the stillness
Of your
own inner knowing
As you
awaken into godness.
* * * *
There
may seem to be
Countless
versions of the way,
But
they are all equally dreams.
For
there is truly only one way,
And it
truly has nothing to do
With
the me, myself and I.
* * * *
Ironic, indeed, that so
much suffering
Is caused by the
Sisyphean quest for security
That is not in any way,
shape or form
Possible in this mortal theater.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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