XLVI
If time does not exist, then you do
not exist.
Which means death and life are truly
the same.
* * * *
The compassion of eternity is within
you.
* * * *
Sink to whatever depths you as
personality will,
You are ever oneness and your plight
imagined.
* * * *
Aloneness in the highest sense
Is completely whole, eternally
serene.
* * * *
Everything is born of the patterning
As thread and color are to a
tapestry.
* * * *
In the midst of your day-to-day
mundane,
From the joyful, carefree moments
To the vexing, despairing, lonely
ones,
Can you learn to stop, look
closely and realize
It is just your imagination playing tricks on you again?
* * * *
Do not believe your past or any
other.
* * * *
You do follow your own drum
Whether you realize it or not.
* * * *
You are sovereign issue of the realm
beyond knowing,
The capital upon which manifest
creation is founded.
* * * *
Does normal even exist?
Would a grain of sand be called
normal?
What about a galactic star system?
* * * *
There are an infinity of purposes
Imagined in the tentative course of
time.
Many will insist the purpose of life
is this or that,
And some will drift around checking
out one or the other.
Some will despair because they
cannot discern one right and true.
And a few will probably become quite
content to find there need not be one.
* * * *
The intent of these many words
Is to aid in encouraging a manifest
harmony
Which humanity has as yet never come
close to knowing.
* * * *
Those blindly driven to gather so
much have not discerned
The excessive accumulation of power,
fortune and fame
Is not the sugary elixir which makes
for eternal joy.
* * * *
Life’s picture show is not reality.
Buy a ticket, some popcorn and
candy,
Take a trip or three to the
restroom,
And settle down for a tour of light
Across the screen of your mind.
* * * *
That you suffer is your own
choosing.
Even in the hardest times it is
imagined
By the mind born into the illusion
of time.
* * * *
What do you really have to feel
guilty for?
* * * *
Whatever realms you may imagine
Created by god in heaven or the
devil in hell,
They are really no different than
your own.
* * * *
Look beyond your insignificance.
* * * *
Learn to laugh at your seriousness.
After all, it is just an illusion.
* * * *
Slip into another’s skin and you
will know
Why they lead the life they
choicelessly choose.
* * * *
Changing humanity’s paradigm is not
an easy task.
It requires an awakening far beyond
the scale
This manifest world has as yet
witnessed.
Harmony is possible, but only if all
see.
* * * *
Within, perceive the passing moment,
Until you discern you are its
creator.
* * * *
Humanity’s choices are quickly
diminishing.
* * * *
How absorbed we are by the countless
exteriors
With so little comprehension of the
universal interior.
* * * *
As long as you fear your sovereignty
You will be victimized by your
illusion.
* * * *
Pleasure has a painful shadow.
* * * *
Enough said.
Do it.
* * * *
The thing you most detest is really
you.
* * * *
Why be concerned what destiny will
have to say?
Even words written in stone become
sand on the shoreline.
* * * *
The only thing you belong to is your
Self.
* * * *
The doubts are without
reconciliation until you do.
* * * *
Until you can discern your inner
voice,
You will listen for the approval of
the many.
* * * *
Your eternal aloneness
Is transcribed so poorly.
* * * *
As despicable as you may think you
are,
Your heart is gold beneath the
charcoal exterior.
* * * *
Monopoly is not a game played
forever.
* * * *
Wipe away all mythos
And what is there to be
But that which ever remains
Eternally hidden beyond the veil.
* * * *
Your resistance is time-bound.
* * * *
Allow your heart to lead the way.
* * * *
Try transforming your world
Before you vainly attempt
To shift anyone else’s.
* * * *
How quickly adults twist
The innocence of the young
In so many harsh and cruel ways.
* * * *
What does it matter how you will die
When all possibilities are the same
result?
* * * *
What earthbound distractions power,
fame and fortune are.
There are no stairways to heaven,
only hell.
* * * *
Organized religions are created by
those
Who use your ignorance to their own
ends.
Real religion is a momentary
intuitive realization,
And cannot be purchased by
collection plate offerings.
* * * *
Death is a sleep into forever.
* * * *
The precision of these words
Will match the clarity of your mind.
* * * *
Ivory towers are bastions of
illusion.
* * * *
It is not easy for an immortal soul
To be locked in mortal fare
* * * *
Any who discern their original state
Become sovereigns of the mind’s
realm.
* * * *
The mind is the outcome of what is
thought
Until it is timelessly seen for what
it is not.
* * * *
From body parts to cells to atoms.
Then what?
* * * *
Transcending the limited personal
nature
Is a voluntary surrender.
* * * *
Specialization often becomes
dysfunctional
In the general approach day-to-day
living calls for.
* * * *
Wash away all sense of sin and
guilt.
You have never really done anything
That has not been long since forgiven
By all by yourself.
* * * *
To abide in oneness is enough for
any heart.
* * * *
Do not let the world wear you down.
Your greater vision of manifest
heaven
Works towards stilling all apparent
chaos
* * * *
Until you find the source of your
own light,
Your confusion only complicates
things further.
Take the time to discern the
timeless nature.
* * * *
What you call your life is but a
temporary loan.
* * * *
You do deserve to be godness.
Your longing for it absolves all
debts.
* * * *
Moments neither tick nor tock.
Only the mind fabricates time.
* * * *
The habitual rigidity of the mind
Founded upon that which is illusory
Can never discern the fluidity of
the timeless.
* * * *
When you are done learning the
lesson,
Leave the classroom and toss the
textbook.
* * * *
Seek your death within.
* * * *
Eternity as it is thought sounds
like a long time
Until you realize time is not even
involved.
* * * *
You are the light born to be,
Yet ever unborn you truly are.
* * * *
You are much more yet less
Than a body bag of concepts.
* * * *
Objectivity comes when you die to
time.
* * * *
Nothing locks you into the
narrowness of time
But your own self-perpetuated
self-centeredness.
Remorse or penance will not free you
from it.
* * * *
Do you really believe the demonic
hell you imagine
Could be any more hellish than we
already concoct?
* * * *
The trick is not identifying with
time as it passes.
* * * *
It has never been easy for many to
watch this world,
The way we treat each other and all
the other life forms.
* * * *
Real revolution ends the need for
it.
* * * *
Though a holograph may shatter
Into an infinite number of pieces,
It ever casts the same image as one.
* * * *
Each of us own an individual story,
But all are truly the same
indivisible voice.
* * * *
Laugh at your petty vain
foolishness.
Your self-absorption is so inanely
meaningless.
* * * *
Look inward until you see there is
nothing to see.
* * * *
Reject all claims.
* * * *
Your face comes off.
* * * *
To grieve for the dead is vain and
meaningless.
Admit your sorrow is for your own
temporal existence.
The dead are no longer burdened by
the cross you yet carry.
* * * *
How many excuses there are not to
die.
* * * *
Many are called home, but few
volunteer.
* * * *
Only when you own agenda is done
Can you truly serve godness.
* * * *
Merge your consciousness into all
you imagine.
* * * *
Living and dying are both acts
Requiring great courage.
* * * *
Duality assigns eternity to an other
Which has no existence prior to
time.
* * * *
How will the evolution of technology
Be viewed by the history it will
reap?
* * * *
Where is it written in stone
That the ignorance of this world
Must be valued with your attention?
* * * *
A tree made brittle by the harshness
of time
Comes undone in the slightest
breeze.
* * * *
Your most real beauty
Will never be seen
By any but you.
* * * *
When a blank wall becomes as
interesting
As even the most enticing sight,
You will be home.
* * * *
Everything becomes very different
And exactly the same.
* * * *
If you understand what real religion
is,
There is nothing the argue or fight
about.
* * * *
The religious mind is not something
words can describe.
* * * *
Existence seems most difficult
For those on the dawning of their
awakening.
Recall how even an encased butterfly
must struggle to be free.
* * * *
Born into this mysterious awareness
Each of us labels it in every sort
of manner,
And with great tenacity spend the
rest of our lives
Defending identities held together
solely by imagination.
* * * *
Be free of the devil.
You have witness purgatory long
enough.
* * * *
It ceases to be what you thought it
was
When you put aside the knowledge
about it.
* * * *
You cocoon yourself in the concepts
Of the collusion you subscribe to.
Unbind as would any butterfly
For that flight to freedom.
* * * *
Freedom is not a concept.
* * * *
You are that which you pray to.
* * * *
You have done nothing to deserve
that schism within.
All the mind’s separations are imagined
as are all dreams,
The outcome of mirrors convincing
you that individuality is real,
When, in fact, you have never been
anything less than indivisibly one.
* * * *
The only way this human dream of
consciousness will ever change
Is if everyone learns to see beyond
their limited sensory inclinations.
It is a big if.
* * * *
Even in the most wildly active
times,
There is an indescribable space
within.
* * * *
To believe, to assert, that trifles
Like technology, language, race, and
ethos
Make one mythos superior to another
Is such meaningless vanity.
* * * *
The world appears in your
imagination.
It is a figment of the senses.
* * * *
On words do not rely.
They are the mischief-makers of
illusion.
* * * *
Specialization eventually becomes so
narrowly defined
That
a dysfunction sets in motion inevitable destruction.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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