XLVII
The
challenge of thought is to see through it.
* * * *
Life, a
mystery beyond comprehension,
Comes
and goes without a moment’s respite,
But
what you truly are is ever the same awareness.
* * * *
Whatever
you think, go further still.
* * * *
Time
ravages all forms.
Nothing
is immune to change
But
that origin which is unchangeable.
* * * *
The
exterior you are bound to is not you.
Your
mythos, language, mask and costume,
All
into which persona is wrapped, are unimportant.
Seeking
approval is unnecessary, there are none to impress.
It is
an absolute resolution within, with which the whole world has no say.
* * * *
There
is only one thing which can never change,
The
unity of the eternal, the smoke, the sugar, the holy ghost,
The
absolute which permeates every imagined corner of this grand play.
* * * *
It is a
realized understanding, not a set of moralistic, principled codes.
You are
not bound by the ephemeral laws concocted by the human mind.
* * * *
The
quest for the eternal unity of heaven within
Does
not involve power, fame, fortune or social caste.
You
will find enough of those distinctions in hell.
* * * *
This
quest is not about morality or civility.
It is
about understanding reality,
And
from that realization
Springs
right living.
* * * *
Your
behavior pattern is compulsive and habitual,
Created
by the mix of desire and fear you exhibit daily.
Complete
detachment from every aspect of life is not easy,
Yet is
the only way to attain the freedom of your unborn nature.
It is
the choiceless choice which only the rarest seem born to discern.
* * * *
You
think your life directed and purposeful,
Yet is
it really that much different than a passive jellyfish
Floating
in the swift currents of an ocean it cannot begin to fathom?
* * * *
There
appear to be so many things to learn,
So much
wisdom to glean in this magical world,
Yet few
seem to learn the ultimate lesson.
Why? An impossible question.
* * * *
Within
a mere one hundred cycles of the sun,
Nearly
every lifeform currently conscious
On this
small mysterious garden world
Will
succumb to that called death.
Where
will you be by then
But
where you were
Every
timeless moment
Of that
theater called living.
* * * *
The
selfish craving of individual identity
Aids in
creating isolation and disharmony,
Yet
what would a truly selfless human life entail?
Would
ants, bees and other societal life forms
Survive
as efficiently if individual cravings
Outweighed
those of the collective good?
Can a
species valuing individual freedom
Without
a larger vision of the greater whole
Even
hope to survive the inevitable disorder?
* * * *
Consciousness
trying to become something in time
Only
locks itself into a more rigid and constricted form.
* * * *
Integration
is a challenge
To
manifest in this confused realm.
It
requires a great deal of courage and tenacity
To be
the human being you discern as your highest ideal.
* * * *
The
heart is not what you think it is.
* * * *
In your
own individual way
You
have orchestrated a reality.
It is
your uniquely crafted world,
A
symphony of the five senses
As
conducted by time’s mind.
* * * *
As
tempting as it may ever be,
Try not
to be fooled by exteriors.
Gold is
often discernible only
Between
the harshest edges.
* * * *
Nothing
is required but what you freely offer.
* * * *
The
imagined temptations of the flesh
Reside
in all but the most detached mortals.
* * * *
Of the
senses, sight seems the most divisive.
How
different the human experience would be
If we
were blind to all our imagined differences.
* * * *
Be the
stillness.
Allow
the senses to do it all.
Let
them play their illusionary games.
None of
it is really you.
* * * *
When
you are free,
It is a
silent declaration.
* * * *
How
strange that each life form
Has a
very separate reality based entirely
On
individual perceptions drawn from life’s experiences.
That
our attempts to envision another’s universe
Can
only be extrapolated within our own,
Founded
on the unfolding dream
To
which each is witness
Very
much alone.
* * * *
All you
life, whatever the events about you,
You
have been this same mysterious awareness.
It is
the same for all creature great and small.
* * * *
An
interesting note about any pain
Is how
quickly it will disappear,
Like
the wake behind a boat.
Only
the mind remembers.
* * * *
You
cannot help where you were born,
Or the
family and society influencing you.
It is
where you take it from there that matters.
* * * *
When
you truly comprehend that you face
Birth
and death each and every indefinable moment,
You
will see clearly that actual physical death
Is not
at all different to that never born.
* * * *
Your
moment to moment reincarnation
Is an
outcome of your interwoven passions,
Your
mistaken faith in the illusions cast by the senses,
And the
mind’s ceaseless will to continue its ethereal weaving in time.
* * * *
Many
other species, if not most,
Instinctively
know nature’s limits in breeding,
Yet
humanity’s oblivious imbalance continues unabated.
The
cost to the future of this garden’s diversity is already too apparent.
* * * *
How
simple to comprehend the eternal nature if you are receptive.
Those
so full of themselves have no room for inquiry and remain blind.
* * * *
Merge
into the total functioning.
It is a
drunk without equal.
* * * *
In
every mythos the senses measure in every way imaginable,
Yet
what is measured but the limitations of manifest consciousness?
* * * *
Learn
to trust intuition’s quiet knowing.
It is
the voice of godness within.
* * * *
Take
time and space to whatever limits you are capable,
They
are ever caught within the nets of their own making.
* * * *
The
dream is set before us,
And
each has the opportunity
To peer
beyond its limitations.
* * * *
To get
past your genetic predispositions,
You
must discern where they come from.
* * * *
You
have reincarnated countless times
During
just this lifetime’s imagined identity.
* * * *
Psychologists
play a conceptual game.
They
are content with the roar of the waves,
Missing
completely the vastness beyond the reef.
* * * *
The
only way the human species ever seems likely
To make
a transformation into a more balanced paradigm
Is with
a very severe slap across its consciousness
By the
unforgiving forces of mother nature.
* * * *
Disguise
it however you might,
It is
ever the all of absolute oneness.
* * * *
All
your attempts to become
Are
ever seeded with limitation.
* * * *
The
manifest may concoct hierarchies of every sort,
But the
unmanifest discerns no ladders whatsoever.
* * * *
Those
seeking more than they are already given
Miss
the true treasure they already have within.
* * * *
What
laws of man or god can there possibly be
But the
ones consciousness in collusion forms?
* * * *
It is
dissatisfaction that contributes solely
To the
countless heavens and hells
The
duality of consciousness
So
endlessly creates.
* * * *
The
greatest gifts are freely offered.
* * * *
Quests
for power, fame and fortune
Only
serve as insulation from reality.
* * * *
What
differences can those beyond separation discern?
* * * *
The
concoction your form takes
May appear
superior or inferior to other forms,
But it
is only the vain play of consciousness which makes it so.
* * * *
What a
vivid imagination you have
To
create the universe you have.
* * * *
Reality
is ever disguised by imagined limitations.
* * * *
Take
off your face, at least occasionally,
To
remind your Self who you really are.
* * * *
Sanity
and insanity are merely flip sides
Of the
same coin of consciousness.
* * * *
Why
concern yourself over where the great teachers come from?
The
question over your own source has the same answer.
* * * *
These
words attempt to show you the equality without equal.
* * * *
A deep
awakeness is the sleep to seek.
* * * *
Humanity’s
sense of self-importance is counterbalanced
By the
great probability that life will continue on Eden
Long
after its genetic presence fades into oblivion.
* * * *
That
this dream is happening at all
Implies
it has happened countless times before,
And
likely will through an infinity of forms
countless times hence.
* * * *
Whatever
made you believe it would, should or could
Ever be
any different?
* * * *
What do
you discern within
But a
sense of vast timeless emptiness,
An
infinite space as immeasurable as the star-filled universe
Stretching
across incomprehensible reaches the manifest dreamer born of time
Cannot
but in the wildest imagination even begin to fathom.
The
oceanic dream of godness flows eternal.
* * * *
You
have been hooked on drugs
Since
the moment you were conceived.
What
you call real is a virtual reality hallucination
Created
by foods used to sustain the patterning you inhabit.
* * * *
The
realized, connected nature
Has
nothing to do with morality plays
Fabricated
by any mythological collusions.
It is
the intelligence which moves beyond
Any
limited scope of the personal mind.
* * * *
For a
few moments of glory,
Such
vain sacrifices are concocted.
* * * *
All you
measuring,
In the
end what do you have
But a
head full of practically useless data?
* * * *
Outer
space, inner space,
What
real difference?
* * * *
What it
is, what it is not,
Who is
it who cares?
* * * *
Each
begins so life so uninhibited,
But is
gradually patterned by the passions
Of the
mirror into which they are born.
* * * *
Each of
us creates our own vision, our own dream.
None
are the same, nor can they ever be,
Except
in their common origin.
* * * *
The
undifferentiating state
Is the
detachment beyond personal self
And the
countless separations which it imagines real.
* * * *
How
fascinating that the mind,
Manifested
by the mystery of nature,
Has
evolved into such a frame of thinking
As to
often consider nature the enemy.
* * * *
What is
this need so many have to believe
Or hope
for one vain circumstance or another?
What is
it but the transitory playing of consciousness
Seeking
the delusional continuity born of fabricated time?
What is
any of it but a play of endless self-deception
Each of
us constructs into what we call reality.
Discern
that beyond all belief and hope.
* * * *
Letting
go as quickly as it happens
Is too
easy for a complicated mind.
* * * *
Close
your eyes.
Breathe
in … breathe out …
Surrender
every sense of identification.
Slip
into what some call nirvana.
It is
so simple, so serene.
Nothing
to believe,
Nothing
to do,
But be.
* * * *
The
purpose of life,
From
this scribes viewpoint,
Is to
discover without doubt that you
Are
that which is absolute, eternal oneness.
The
rest is mere vanity and vexation,
The
chaff blown into the wind.
* * * *
Try not
to imitate.
It’s
really quite numbing.
* * * *
Why
hold onto what you cannot?
* * * *
The
truly religious mind
Is one
that has surrendered
To the
beingness of its own volition.
It is
not something that can be persuaded.
It
cannot be forced or interpreted.
It is
an individual journey
Into
the indivisibility
Of the eternal.
* * * *
The
mind which gropes for more and more
Becomes
unceaselessly intertwined and twisted
By the
endless suffering of consciousness in separation.
* * * *
Those
who claim god to be “out there”.
Have no
logic to stand on or cling to
But
that founded in superstitious fear.
* * * *
Discern
the source of your fear,
And you will perhaps
discover the peace
For which your piece of
Soul longs.
* * * *
Conspiracy
theorists are very skillful
At connecting every dot
they imagine.
* * * *
One is enough.
* * * *
How can
you identify that which has no identity?
* * * *
Lighting
the way within is not forced.
It is
an arduous inquiry into simplicity.
* * * *
You are
already that essence which is immortal.
It is
your imagination convincing you otherwise.
It is
through discernment that you will remember.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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