XLIV
Desire
is merely vivid imagination
Born of
the limitations of manifest time.
Without
the endless desires we have exhibited,
It
would not, could not, have ever happened this way.
* * * *
Even
the devil occasionally needs a friend.
It
offers a reflection that may someday
Help
create a true human being.
* * * *
When
you drink the wine of eternity,
You
toast all, not merely me, myself and I.
* * * *
It is
sensory imagination
Which
leads to all ends.
* * * *
Trusting
your own law
Will
bring right action.
* * * *
Journey
prior to all concepts.
Leave
none unturned.
* * * *
Sit
quietly, dying to each moment,
Giving
yourself to the stillness
Of the
eternal well within.
* * * *
Drugs
are a tool
To a
chemical outcome.
The
trick in the day to day mundane
Is to
not get addicted to the pleasure or pain.
* * * *
You
will know your true family quickly.
Those
caught in illusion do not play god well.
The
eternal is too enigmatic to those caught in time.
* * * *
Humanity
is so locked in its fear and greed,
The
monkey hand is so clenched within the coconut,
That
the machete is becoming an inevitable fate.
* * * *
If you
discern the intent of these words
Your
beacon will become very bright
To
those others who seek truth.
* * * *
To
discern godness,
Acknowledge
your true voice.
* * * *
To want
nothing for yourself
Is the
ticket to the highest road.
* * * *
Unburden
your Self.
* * * *
Serve
another first
And you
will understand
The
nature of heaven.
* * * *
To want
nothing for yourself
Is the
ticket to highest road.
* * * *
Analogies,
parables and stories,
Stimulating
and intellectually entertaining,
Are
worth dying to, but not for.
* * * *
Despite
the unfocused longing of many,
Few are
born to discern their absolute nature.
Most
are entranced by the veiled cloakings of the maze,
Fathoming
only selected masks, never discerning
The
underlying formlessness inherent in all.
* * * *
How
hypnotized you are by your physical costume.
You are
so easily fooled into believing almost anything.
Refusing
to accept that you are anything but godness manifest
Is a
most arduous task, but, truly, nothing less is possible.
* * * *
How can
you know heaven
If you
cannot walk in hell?
* * * *
Why not
make the world more tolerable?
You
will be home soon enough anyway.
* * * *
You are
an opportunity.
* * * *
Your
light is one beacon among many
In this
world devised by consciousness.
* * * *
How can
you ever not be homeless again?
* * * *
Here
and not here you are.
* * * *
Contentment
can only happen
Where
the tire hits the road.
* * * *
One
person’s heaven is another’s hell.
One’s
truth often becomes another’s dogma.
Discern
your own lawful sovereignty.
* * * *
You are
so lost in imagery
That
you cannot see your Self.
* * * *
Weaving
throughout all chaos is complete peace.
* * * *
It is
always with you, in you, of you.
* * * *
The
forests are revenging themselves
With
the curse paper has wrought.
* * * *
To
change the face of the world,
You
must see the change in your own.
* * * *
If you
give to get,
You
have not given.
* * * *
Why is
it you can never see your own face?
* * * *
The
only way to follow any espousing truth
Is by
diving into your own eternal birthright.
* * * *
Who
wins, who loses,
Who
does anything
But
witness the play?
* * * *
Become
your ideal,
And as
that changes,
Change
with it.
* * * *
Thought,
consciousness, is the only burden.
Find
the emptiness of the bowl nature.
* * * *
To seek
this merely for personal pleasure
Is to
miss what the understanding means.
* * * *
Respect
your elders,
But do
not be burdened
By
their many vanities.
* * * *
How are
you ever really
Going
to prove or disprove anything?
* * * *
Sometimes
great confusion
Needs
complete chaotic anarchy
To
regain a sociable order.
* * * *
The men
of science who deny its intuitive origin
Only
delude themselves and the ignorant
Who
subscribe without discernment.
* * * *
Who
dies for anyone?
* * * *
Is it
you who cares, fears, angers, desires?
Or the
chemistry an attachment to it?
* * * *
The
layers of identification
Peel
off like an onion
Until
you are nothing
But the
air you breathe.
* * * *
Forgive
your Self.
No one
else can.
* * * *
Humanity
is the tarnished fruit of Eden.
* * * *
Add or
subtract a whisper of chemistry to your own,
And
consciousness shows you the relativity of its nature.
* * * *
All
your burdens are from the other within.
* * * *
Most
will savor the play
Until
it hurts more than it is worth.
* * * *
Feel
the body’s resistance.
That is
your attachment.
* * * *
Your
enemies have a problem,
But you
may have an even greater one.
Perhaps
even a serious case of splinters and timber.
* * * *
It is
difficult to play in manifest consciousness
And not
suffer the angst of its separative nature.
* * * *
The
mind’s desire to survive,
To be
immortal as identity,
Is the
burden of its own creation.
* * * *
Nothing
is given that is not also taken.
* * * *
Creation
cannot be without destruction.
* * * *
Affection
for the form
Does
not require attachment.
* * * *
You
will reincarnate
Until you
die for the last time
With
the surrender to your total nature.
* * * *
Are you
able to disregard all masks?
* * * *
Political
correctness is the babble of ignorance.
* * * *
Your
capacity for love
Is a
function of the disposition
At any
given point in time.
* * * *
Scientists
and those they so easily sway
Must
learn that science is not absolute.
* * * *
Transcend
all exteriors.
* * * *
You die
as often as every mask
You
believe real.
* * * *
Extrapolate
all paths.
None
are truly different
From the
one you tread.
* * * *
These
words are for those gone mad,
Or are
ready to.
* * * *
All our
fun is going to take humanity
Back to
cockroach mode.
* * * *
How
many kill and die
For the
many forms of mammon?
* * * *
We are
so enthralled
With
the creations of the mind
That we
can no longer see the garden
From
which it has all come.
* * * *
How
resistant you are to loving your Self
Is the
mark of either heaven or hell.
* * * *
Cultivate
the confidence to discern
The
real faith beyond all doubt.
* * * *
Where
are you in there?
* * * *
One
so-called expert says one thing,
Another
something entirely to the contrary?
Do you
believe one, both or neither?
* * * *
Consciousness
erupts from nowhere
Like
schools of dancing playful dolphins
Only to
merge back into the ancient depths
Of the
watery desert they consider home.
* * * *
Real
freedom is not without responsibility.
* * * *
The
mind is the field
Through
which imagination dances.
* * * *
The
scribe was a stubborn arrogant fool
Who
tenaciously accepted less and less
Until
all that was left was a Cheshire grin.
* * * *
Draw
godness into your conceptual fabric.
* * * *
The
play of consciousness abounds within.
* * * *
To
think you are religious
Merely
by joining and identifying
With
one group or another
Is
absurd.
* * * *
You
were told there was a god
And you
have accepted or rejected that,
But if
you had not been told anything
What
would you be seeing?
* * * *
Rip off
your face, rip off god’s face.
What is
left is the same essence.
* * * *
You
cannot serve two masters well.
Between
you and godness
The
choice gradually becomes obvious.
* * * *
The
marriage into godness
Is
absolutely final.
* * * *
Revere
any concept you wish,
All are
subject to an equal irreverence.
* * * *
Suffering
is the resistance of consciousness
To its
temporal nature.
* * * *
Few
have the insight
To ask
where god came from
Much
less the courage to journey
Into
the eternal answer.
* * * *
Fear is
fear,
Anger
is anger,
Desire
is desire,
All the
same chemistry
Playing
out the sparks
Created
by the mind.
* * * *
The
mind caught in thought
Creates
an infinity of burdens.
* * * *
Only
the world weary fully discern
What
there is left to do.
* * * *
All
your judgments of the other
Play
torturous havoc within you.
The
others you judge are your Self
In yet
another incomprehensible form.
* * * *
You
will never get back to Kansas
Arguing
your speculations about Oz.
* * * *
The
infinity within the most minute atomic structure
Is the
sovereign creator of this mysterious light show.
From
this momentary oneness erupts manifest duality
To
which only a rare few awaken to their ultimate nature.
They
are the eternal witness in temporal personal form.
* * * *
Within
each and every particle
Is the
stillness prior to all form,
All
subject and object, all duality.
Merging
into that is the liberation
Of all
knowledge, all identification,
All
conditioning and illusory patterns.
It is
the freedom beyond all assertions,
The
dwelling of the sovereign witness.
* * * *
Where
can any separation exist
But in
the hollows of your mind?
* * * *
Any
given life is just a record, a pattern, a habit.
* * * *
Heaven
is the merger within.
It is
the end of duality in consciousness.
It is
the eternal stillness prior to all time and space
It is
the blissful sweetness of the unmanifest.
*
* * *
The way
is wayless,
The
path is pathless,
Time is
timeless,
Clay is
clayless,
Form is formless.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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