XLV
Awareness,
not really even dust in the wind.
* * * *
The
things we make time for,
Who can
make sense of it?
* * * *
Every
action or inaction
Impulsive
or contemplated,
Evokes
its own price.
* * * *
Question
your very existence.
* * * *
You are
your ideal.
* * * *
You are
prior to all reflections.
* * * *
Sometimes
a major dump
Is the
best thing you can do for everyone.
The
ceramic throne is a great corner for meditation.
* * * *
Specialization
has become the bane of human existence.
* * * *
Few
caught in time will ever comprehend
That
you are inwardly less and less the body.
Just a
voice playing out consciousness,
But
without the same conviction
You
once upon a time had.
* * * *
Putting
things off into another time
Only
means you must face another now,
Perhaps
with the same resistance.
* * * *
Death
is a fact of life.
Your
denial only generates
Confusion,
despair and insecurity.
* * * *
You try
so hard to appease
Your
conceptual projection of god
When it
is really your Self you must discern
To gain
the serenity you covet.
* * * *
A
teacher is a student for life
And
matches the student’s capacity
By
having explored everything possible.
* * * *
So far
away, yet so close.
As near
as the next breath.
* * * *
The
conceptual knot
We bind
ourselves with
Cannot
be untied.
It must
be cut.
* * * *
How we
would laugh if animals played
The
vain intellectual games we do.
* * * *
To
become the king of heaven,
You
must discern you are its creator.
You
merge heaven with Eden.
* * * *
Call
yourself anything you please,
Your
actions and deeds tell the true tale.
* * * *
Why
should anyone hate another
Simply
because some traditional collusion
Says
to?
* * * *
All the
life forms of Eden are the result of genetic lineage.
All
operate within the capacities of their framework.
All
humans are no exception; all are equally
The
same mystery of the same origin.
* * * *
Terrorism
is the approach of those without a voice, relatively powerless,
Attempting
to regain a sense of control they have been deprived.
Violence
is the only means they discern to gain attention,
However
important or valid their vision may be.
The
hell they both suffer and pass on is a futile legacy.
Their
isolating way does nothing to end the need for real revolution.
* * * *
Trying
so hard to belong
When
you know you do not,
What a
journey so many must travel
Simply
because the willful play of consciousness
Craves
the experiencing of this spontaneous dreamy mystery.
* * * *
Though
we all know the movie must end,
The
weaving of the plot we do partake
Until
the busy screen again becomes silent.
* * * *
You are
only as real as the next breath.
* * * *
Until
you comprehend the isolation anger creates,
The
passionate fires you reside in are the coals upon which
You
deny any chance of merger into absoluteness.
* * * *
Which
way does time travel?
To the
right or to a left?
An up
or down?
Just
forward or back?
Perhaps
round and round?
Can it
be seen, touched or even heard?
Is it
the gateway to bliss, or a kitchen born of hell?
Or both
or neither this mystery deceiver.
* * * *
How
painful it can be to watch this hellish play.
Alas,
must detachment be so necessary to survive the suffering?
* * * *
The
masks and costumes change again and again,
But the
timeless prior to all has changed not one iota.
Humanity
continues to plague itself and all other life forms
With
the same time-bound hellish, greedy, self-absorbed show.
* * * *
There
is the aspect which aches
For
every bit of suffering
Life
has ever known,
And
another coolly detached
Envisioning
every way as the way home.
* * * *
It is
not the harpoon, gun or bomb
Which
pose the problem to life’s continuity,
But the
intemperate mind with which they are used.
* * * *
The way
is lit for those
Who
have the eye to see.
* * * *
You
will find it all written before time
On the
inside of your face.
* * * *
Pay
your taxes in Caesar’s coin,
Not
your soul.
* * * *
Too
many people wanting to play chief
When
the Indians own the real show.
* * * *
How
little courage it takes
To
follow the will of the heard.
* * * *
The
narrowness of anger
Is like
a corridor in hell.
* * * *
Your
egocentric self-absorption
Is like
a waxed slide into a hell
Of your
own creative design.
* * * *
Do you
realize that heaven, hell and the garden
Are
analogies referring to consciousness,
Not
actual geographical locations?
* * * *
Through
your own suffering
You can
well know the world’s.
* * * *
Your
longing for perfection is the glue
Which
unifies your soul into absoluteness.
* * * *
How is
it we assume all intelligent life
Will
operate as foolishly as we do?
* * * *
Have
you experienced enough to know
What
mortal or immortal fare will ever contain?
* * * *
Wrest
your soul from what any other thinks.
* * * *
Watch
the rock until it moves,
The
banner until it stills.
* * * *
Nostalgia
is a well-baited trap.
* * * *
Peck at
the cosmic seed within as you are able.
* * * *
Realization
is not a personality issue.
There
is no prescription.
* * * *
The
concept is conceived,
But
never is what it longs to be.
* * * *
If you vainly
seek the one-pointedness,
It is
another temporal act of ego.
If it
draws you, it is surrender.
* * * *
Where
in any scripture does it say to kowtow
To the
foolishness of those too blind to see?
* * * *
If all
you want in your spiritual quest
Is to
be entertained and deceived,
The
world will show you a good time.
* * * *
Though
you may spend your life helping others,
Do it
only because it is there to be done.
Do it
without expectation of reward in heaven.
You are
already there.
* * * *
Every
day is a good day to die.
None
can evade it and all must muster
Whatever
courage they have to take the pain
And
face the unknown from which all known sprang.
* * * *
How
many live their lives
Inspired
by the fear of “What if...?”
* * * *
When
you discover heaven’s source within
It is
like a mountain spring bubbling without end,
And
there is nothing to do but share the wealth.
* * * *
Imagine
a world in which these words
Would
never even need to be uttered.
* * * *
The
limits of your religion
Are
defined by your mind.
* * * *
You are
alone,
And
there is not a thing you can do
To
change that eternal fact.
* * * *
Bare
your soul to the infinite reality
It has
ever been and will ever be.
* * * *
There
is no meditation
Equal
to a clearing visit
To a porcelain
throne
Or a
squat near a tree.
* * * *
Conceptualization
is by its nature divisive.
Awareness
knows no boundaries.
* * * *
What
makes you believe
Godness
values you any more
Than
any other life form?
* * * *
Your
quest for sovereignty
Allows
the same for others.
* * * *
Confusion
is an outcome of inattention
To what
is really happening.
It is
the blur of desire
Fogging
up the inner vision.
* * * *
Hold
hands until you realize none truly exist.
* * * *
Every
life form someday walks the gallows
And
faces the hangman’s brutish rope.
You may
as well find the humor in it.
* * * *
The
walk Jesus made to the cross
Is
really no different than anyone’s life.
All
life forms suffer, and any who look around
And see
the experiences of others is the same as their own
Also
take upon their shoulders the sins of the world,
Letting
them wash away in the rain of god.
The
cleaning woman in a ghetto
Or a
hobo wrapped in rags
Can
earn christhood.
* * * *
When
the manifest is seen for its temporal nature,
Psychological
investment in the dreamtime ends.
* * * *
Try not
to burden yourself
With
what you think god wants.
It will
come to you intuitively.
* * * *
Each
manifests the indivisible in an individual way.
For
another to call one right and another wrong
Is to
misunderstand the symphony of all.
* * * *
Real
meditation is an aloof moment-to-moment
Timeless
awareness of consciousness
As it
plays itself out in daily living
Wherever
you are, whatever you are doing.
It is a
constant awareness of reality observing illusion
Of the
detached witness responding to circumstances as they arise,
Of the
ultimate nature reflecting in manifest union.
* * * *
You are
not some far-off future fate,
But the
now this moment in time creates.
* * * *
The
pliant willow bends gracefully to the wind
While
the rock wall crumbles into the sea.
* * * *
So many
so-called spiritual seekers
Play
out the quest as a competition with
others.
They
expend their time and energy judging and
undermining
Rather
than discerning that isness is equally within all,
That
there is really nothing measurable to score.
Each
can only clear one’s own vision.
What
may be in another’s eye
Is for
them to see.
* * * *
The
subscription to any mindset is an outcome
Of the
deep instinct evident in any school, pack or herd
Where
stepping away from the group risks individual survival.
Only
the rare find the courage to explore and discern that never born.
* * * *
In the
heat of battle the warrior exists only in the present.
To
convert that fearless mindset into daily living
Is the
challenge of true human beings
Questing
union in godness.
* * * *
Subtleties
within subtleties within subtleties
About
something so subtle it has no subtlety at all.
* * * *
Look
closely with great attention
To
discern what you truly are,
And
what you truly are not.
* * * *
Dogmatic
quibbling over spiritual nature
Shows
the narrowness of vision
To
which most subscribe.
* * * *
When
you gaze at yourself in the mirror,
Is what
you see really the you, you are?
* * * *
Your
savage will is the evolutionary strain
Which
lays the groundwork for your divine potential.
* * * *
Your
cultural mindset defines you
Until
you stop accepting definitions.
* * * *
It is
your desire that blinds you.
* * * *
What a
trickster the mind is.
Is
there not anything imagination
Will
hesitate to concoct to avoid reality?
* * * *
The
universe spins on timelessly,
As
unconcerned about your presence
As an
elephant is about a gnat.
* * * *
Smoke
is as real as you are.
* * * *
The
realization of your true nature
Is a
quality of mind, of awareness,
Well
beyond any earthly rewards.
* * * *
If you
really want to be nothing,
Do
nothing until nothing comes.
* * * *
Things
so innocently said in ancient times
So
often cause such great turbulence in later times
Between
those who did not hear what was actually spoken.
* * * *
Do not
get fixated on analogies and parables.
* * * *
Reality
leaves you clayless.
* * * *
Nothing
is happening right now.
* * * *
Contentment
is not something to put off.
*
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
World
Rights Reserved