XLII
We have
allowed civilization to weaken us in so many ways.
Wiser
ancestors would surely shake their heads at our inanities.
* * * *
These
writings require no priesthood,
Nor
need there ever be any organization
To
idolize or deify a scribe long since gone.
You are
the soul minister to the church within.
* * * *
Any
conqueror with an eye in time
Knows
the gardens must be carefully tilled
If the
conquest is to bear fruit in cycles yet to come.
They
are foolish hunters who take everything
And
leave no seed for future harvest.
* * * *
Each
day take time to awaken, time to eat,
Time to
maintain the body, time to work,
Time to
sit, time to study, time to sleep,
To
share one with all, and to nurture Eden,
As all
are humbly capable of, if they so choose.
* * * *
The
mind born of separation
Endlessly
imposes its limited visions
Upon
that order which requires no sanction,
A
futile effort unrivaled by any arrogance imaginable.
* * * *
It is
obvious is it not?
Now
what to do with the insight
Is the
calling you seek.
* * * *
The ego
is the prison.
* * * *
The
garden is without time.
You
must, however, throw away
Your
past and future to see it.
* * * *
The
instinctual within deprives you of your potential
To
manifest reality as a true human being.
You are
too easily distracted
By
desire and fear.
* * * *
History
is full of prophets,
But
what good is prophecy
If only
a rare few can ever hear
What is
truly being said?
* * * *
An untamed
heart is a madman’s source of being,
Undisciplined,
unharnessed, free beyond the constraints
Of
humanity’s incessant, often more than a little pathetic dramas.
* * * *
The
creatures of the wild
Exhibit
noble spirit and union
Merely
by their humble surrender
To that
which they are naturally.
They
have no psychological need
For
undo rancor or imaginary fuss.
They do
not lament or rue their fate,
Nor
seek vain reasons and purposes.
They
are what they are, pure and simple.
* * * *
Others
may want or not want you,
But do
you want your Self?
* * * *
The
world is the sum
Of the
manifest visions
Of the
life witnessing it.
* * * *
How
soft the untrammeled pathless forests and valleys
Unburdened
by the heavy footed weight
Of
those who place such burdens
That Eden
temporarily loses her breath.
* * * *
Understand
that the seers
No
longer consider themselves
The
identity-personalities molded
By
ignorance of their true state.
* * * *
Life is
much less difficult for many
When
young, fresh and health is a given.
Age and
experience stiffen and wither the body,
And
minds that are able wax philosophical
As the
effervescence for time fades.
* * * *
Over
and over the same thing said,
How can
you ever be reborn
When
you were never even dead?
* * * *
Anger
often comes from idealism gone sour.
* * * *
Given a
limited number of choices,
The
results are generally predictable.
* * * *
If you
are one with god
Then
there is no excluding the devil.
* * * *
If your
confidence has been knocked out of you,
Imagine
what it is like until you win it back.
* * * *
You can
be sad and despair
Over
the hellish state of things,
Or you
can be a merry fool
And
with a “c’est la vie” shrug,
Dance
the dance to a happy doom.
Let the
angel of death mutter and curse
That
you no longer dread life’s mortal end.
Has it
not been said that death bodes no fools?
* * * *
Positive
attitude is so often just another way many have
Of
declaring that having one’s smiling head tucked in the sand,
Or
running blindly toward the ledge, is what everyone should be doing.
* * * *
You are
only a fool for as long
As you
cannot laugh at you own folly.
* * * *
From
the eyes of the age there is nothing herein
For
this world as humanity has deigned to make it.
Free
will is a temporary choice born of ignorance.
* * * *
You may
be important to you,
But to
the “I am” it is all just another light show.
* * * *
We
foist our ignorance upon each other.
* * * *
It is
all a dream caught between the blinking eye.
* * * *
Take up
residence in the frontal lobe
Where
the distinguishing inner eye resides.
Other
portions of the brain deal with time and space
And the
countless thoughts regarding little self.
The
latest evolutionary addition is where
You
will see your Self clearly.
* * * *
Laugh
more.
Find
the humor in all this.
* * * *
Does
anyone else really say or think anything
But
what you hear or believe?
* * * *
We all
create and destroy each other
In our
imagined worlds.
* * * *
Forests
are born of a handful of seeds.
* * * *
There
are so many causes
To
distract us from the real problem.
* * * *
The
beast in you longs for wildness, and the soul for heaven.
Reconciliation
of the two is the journey of true human beings.
* * * *
Living
your life for the others, whatever the form taken,
Is an
impingement on the sovereignty of indivisibility.
* * * *
Their
is nothing redeeming about the synergy
Of our
contrary divorce from Eden eternal way.
* * * *
Want
only what the dream offers
In that
which flows uninhibited.
* * * *
What
obligations we fabricate and enforce
To such
meaningless ends.
* * * *
What a
stubborn nut the ego,
That
which is little self, is to crack.
* * * *
Surrender
the thought
That it
is you individually
Making
any of this happen.
* * * *
Every
wave is very unique,
Yet
very much the same.
* * * *
Those
who would make this world into paradise
Are
plagued by those who insist on shaping it into hell.
* * * *
Curiosity
does not just kill cats.
* * * *
Our
rapture with the world’s many storylines
Creates
unending attachment and disaffection
* * * *
All
your forgetful inattentive world-bound moments
Can be
seen as great opportunities to remember.
* * * *
Wisdom
is being able to see the larger picture relatively clearly,
That
is, without all the muddiness of personal interest in the matter.
* * * *
To
discover what you are,
You
must discern all that you are not.
* * * *
No
thought contains you.
* * * *
The
glory of consciousness is unsustainable chatter,
Like
waves upon the shore with no other present to hear.
* * * *
The
manipulators will use the word “love”
To who
can guess how many self-absorbed ends,
Trying
to convince you it has many levels of meaning.
* * * *
When
you deserve it,
It will
come to you.
* * * *
The
same amness pervades all forms
Born of
the limitations of time and space.
* * * *
How
long can we pillage the village?
* * * *
You are
reborn ever now you remember your original state.
The
eternal life is a recollection of the original timeless stillness.
* * * *
Only
your body tires, sickens, suffers injuries and ages.
When
have you not been the same you, you are right now?
Knowledge
and wisdom accumulate in the illusory play of time,
But
that awareness, that “I am”, has not changed even for a moment.
* * * *
You are
an improbable outcome,
As
unique as any form has ever been.
* * * *
Those
wanting to become god
Take
the inevitable vain fall of Lucifer.
Only in
humility can any consciously manifest
The
godness every part and particle has ever been.
* * * *
Whatever
you may say of your imagined self
Is
often nullified by evidence to the contrary.
* * * *
The
antichrists are only capable of creating division.
The
christs speak and act out of an inner sense of union.
They
are the peacemakers wherever the journey takes them.
* * * *
To be
one with god, one in god,
Understand
the prepositional aspects.
* * * *
Existentialist,
nihilist, pantheist,
Believer,
agnostic, atheist?
What
labels are these?
The I
am is within all,
Yet
actually none.
* * * *
Remember
that there is nothing to remember.
* * * *
At the
movies you are drawn into a scripted plot.
Your
own is a spontaneous creation according to the part
You
have been impressed by fate to become.
* * * *
Within
your world you are king
Of the
heaven of godness within,
Or
fallen angel to a most personal hell.
* * * *
Sodom
eventually collapses
Of its
individualized, disordered nature,
The
separation from the true purity of the unmanifest.
No wall
in hell stands eternally.
* * * *
Spread
the good news as you are witness to it.
There
is no other than you in the most absolute sense.
* * * *
The
obviousness of it eludes all but those blessed
By an
unquenchable quest to discern the original state,
The
unknowable freedom beyond all earthbound descriptions.
* * * *
You are
held down by the imaginary force
Of
fear, greed, anger, of any passion.
Discern
they are not really you.
* * * *
How
much must pass
Before
the entire universe awakens
Depends
entirely on you.
* * * *
The
scribe was merely you
Here in
yet another form.
* * * *
Once
you begin the return journey,
There
is no more than glancing back.
There
is no place like home, Toto.
* * * *
Listen!
Do not
let these or any other words
Convince
you of anything less than oneness.
* * * *
Your gender,
color, size, shape and societal set
Are
merely the outcome of an interacting environment,
The
relationship of the cyclical movements of a radiating sun,
And the
spin, angle and chemistry of this tiny sphere.
You are
a random fruit of the garden’s diversity,
As is
every other dreamy manifestation,
Special
only in the most conscious sense
That all
have the potential to intuitively discern,
That
which there is ultimately no other to envision.
* * * *
This
garden world is just cosmic dust pressed together.
You are
an outcome of that magical, mysterious fact.
Creation
and destruction are the play of godness,
And
nothing is immune to the reality of change.
* * * *
What we
currently call the universe
Is a
boggling spinning roulette wheel
And you
wound up playing you
By a
magical concoction
Of a
stew beyond description.
* * * *
So many
of us learn the way mules do.
* * * *
Would
any betting man give even low odds
To
humanity’s chances of surviving itself?
* * * *
How
will you ever resume sovereign authorship
If you
accept the scripts of the many others?
* * * *
Maya
broke you first with fairy tales,
Which
quickly turned to the idolization
Of
spiritual, political and other heroic epics
And you
so unwittingly followed and imitated
At the
expense of your own creative potential.
* * * *
It is
your greed, fear, envy and anger
Which
feed the darker side of consciousness.
You are
simply nothing without their imagined reality.
* * * *
Playing
the devil was fun
Until
it began to get painful
More
often than it was worth.
* * * *
Look in
that mirror you gaze into so often
And
observe yourself watching the reflection.
See
that you are the proof of what is written herein.
* * * *
Thoughts
such as these often snowball in time,
To what
end is unknown by those who speak or write them.
* * * *
Have
you not seen enough mind controllers everywhere you look
To
comprehend that organized religions are merely another means?
* * * *
Interesting
how attached you are
To the
movement of your thoughts.
* * * *
Your
quest for acceptance ends
When
you fully embrace your Self.
* * * *
Where
is the center
You so
adamantly
Believe
yourself to be?
* * * *
Cut to
the quick.
Only
the vain stop for manicures.
* * * *
Each day a new
opportunity
To discern and delve
into the mystery,
To witness the
unfolding genesis as it plays out
In your brief,
holographic swirl of time.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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