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Dogma
is the outcome of limited thinking,
Of
ignorance confined to individual attachment
To one
make-belief or another.
* * * *
Call it
father, call it mother,
Call it
anything you please.
It is
still ever the same one.
* * * *
Your
friends want you to stay at the bar,
But you
are tired of the life, ready to leave.
Yet,
their insistence gives you pause to ponder.
What
will you do? Stay or go? Stay and go?
* * * *
What do
yes, no and maybe mean?
Does
maybe mean yes and no, maybe?
Say
what you mean and mean what you say.
* * * *
Can you
follow anything
Once
you understand
There
is nothing to follow?
* * * *
Discern
the knowledge
That is
not man-made.
* * * *
Will
you allow your time to be soured
By what
it was not?
* * * *
How
astounding, how frightening, how ridiculous,
That
for the ceaseless wanting of sensory gratification,
Humanity
would sentence the future to a fate
They
would not wish upon themselves.
And
then bring children into the world to boot.
* * * *
Everyone
must discern his/her own limits.
* * * *
Can you
transcend your genetic predisposition,
And the
psychological set it is arm-in-arm with?
* * * *
An
unpruned fruit tree
Grows
ragged and inefficient.
* * * *
Surrender
is a process of unweaving.
* * * *
If you
are satisfied with any label,
How
would you feel about a piece of paper
Saying
you own a famous bridge?
* * * *
Piece a
puzzle together
In any
order spontaneity allows,
It will
ever shape into the same one.
* * * *
Find me
an enemy
And I
will show you you.
* * * *
Who do
you really deceive but your Self,
Whatever
the form.
* * * *
You are
what I think you are,
And I
am what you think I am.
We are
both dreamers.
* * * *
Let it
be known that romance novels
Were
the most popular book form
Of the
times this was written.
* * * *
Martyrdom
is just made of the same old vanity.
As if
it matters what anyone else thinks anyway.
* * * *
How can
you be a guardian of Eden
If you
cannot discern your own vain quest
For
passion and incessant personal gratification.
* * * *
So many
believe that without an outward law
That
they would be swept away by their own evil.
Balderdash.
* * * *
What is
common sense but the consideration
Of what
is good not just for a few, but for all.
A sense
of the greater good for everyone,
That
each has a right to consideration
In as
many decisions as possible.
* * * *
Time
marches ever on and on,
But
eternity is changelessly now
Through
all the many changes.
* * * *
Let
each think what they will,
But do
not for a second believe
There
is truly any other than you.
* * * *
What
reason is there for violence,
But for
greed, lust and all the more
That no
one needs nor can really use.
Who is
left when the hunger ends?
* * * *
You
have come to know yourself as separate
From
god and the many manifestations of creation.
Such is
the lie woven by the mind in time.
Cut the
knot with the discerning blade
And
walk born again in eternity.
* * * *
All any
unmanifest beings can ever do is give advice.
And of
what use is that if we do not listen?
* * * *
Without
the inward movement,
There
would be no outward movement.
The
leaves do not blow without your recognition.
* * * *
Men and
women compete even to deadly ends
Because
of a genetic drive too powerful
For
many to gain firm reign to.
* * * *
Why are
we so quick to take away a child’s innocence?
What
answer does not have some vain self-interest at its root?
* * * *
If you
merely imitate or play the crowd for attention,
You
have proven nothing but the ease of self-deception.
* * * *
The
road ahead is one of the most difficult
Humanity
and other lifeforms will have thus far faced.
There
is little any can do but stay the course, hold on tight,
And
take whatever comes as gracefully as possible.
These
will truly be times which try men’s souls.
What
will come after is anybody’s guess.
* * * *
What’s
the point?
What
makes you think there is one?
* * * *
Truth
is like a shadow
Which
you can never catch.
* * * *
Behind
every concept
Stands
an imagined reality.
* * * *
Those
who ignore the balance of natural law
Do so at
there own peril.
* * * *
All
seeds are born of godness, eternally immaculate.
* * * *
You
vainly worship objects alive or dead,
Oblivious
to the fact that all value is imagined,
That
the infinite source of all manifest creation
Is
apportioned equally within and without all.
* * * *
What
identity does a flower or any other life form require?
How
strange and petty humanity is in the universal dynamic.
* * * *
You
breathe in, you breathe out.
You
eat, you poop, you drink, you pee.
The
body gives and takes without thinking.
Where
are you in all this?
Where
are you not?
* * * *
What is
the point of all this?
Perhaps
just to experience, to wonder at
The
many potentials existence entails.
* * * *
Death
has never even been possible.
It is
the illusion of manifest being in time.
The
body-identity merely falls off
And the
eternal is all.
* * * *
If you
were to examine
The
human drama closely,
How
much of modern history
Focuses
upon measure
In one
form or another?
As if
any stand in eternity.
* * * *
How we
do love to chatter.
* * * *
If you
are looking for storylines,
There
are plenty elsewhere.
* * * *
Recall,
if you did not lose it too early, your youth before
The
many problems took root in your thoughts,
When a
fresh clarity of innocence reigned.
How naturally
free you were to roam
Your
world alone without all the confusion
Wrought
by adults and their make-believe hells.
Before
you were taught to be anything but what you were,
A seed
of awareness, a sovereign child of godness.
It is
still within you to discern that quality of mind.
Cast
aside your despair and seek it with all your heart.
* * * *
Why
would someone who has no hunger
Continue
stuffing themselves?
* * * *
The
trouble with spiritual hierarchies
Is the
ones who you would want to do the leading
Often
do not want to and shun the offer.
* * * *
Living
in fear of what is around the next corner
Deprives
you of the freedom before you reach it.
* * * *
Someday
all these vain histories
Will be
left to the cockroaches.
* * * *
What is
the so-called will of god
But
your will realized for what it is.
* * * *
“Time
is money”
Is what
mammon worshipers say.
* * * *
Civilization
has risen and must ultimately decline.
Humanity
must inevitably return to its roots,
Despite
the dreams of science fiction.
* * * *
As does
every life form,
You are
genetically drawn to your kind.
In
humans that includes not only survival and continuity,
But
cooperation and conflict on an unprecedented worldwide scale.
It
would be difficult to imagine were it not truly happening.
* * * *
If you
must identify with something,
Identify
with nothing.
* * * *
Time
imagined has many beginnings, many endings.
Eternity,
the ever-present now, has no time for any of it.
* * * *
As long
as you believe any of the mirrors,
You
will experience vanity and vexation again and again.
Funny,
in a challenging sort of way, is it not?
* * * *
You
already have eternal life,
But are
you willing to die to see it?
* * * *
Across
the board,
Life
has ever sustained itself upon death.
* * * *
As far
as one can see,
No
hierarchical claim
Stands
the test of eternity.
* * * *
Go
blank.
* * * *
What so
many call love is just an emotional prison.
* * * *
One
wonders how this mad dream
Without
beginning will ever end.
More
curious that a cat is this jester,
This
scribbling awareness of consciousness
Born of
eternity’s time-bound landscape.
* * * *
The
argument that you are nothing without history
Only
coats your mind with a sugary delusion
Disguising
the very real and ignored fact
That
you are as much nothing with it.
* * * *
There
is little need to fear death.
It is
life that makes you anxious.
* * * *
The
vain histories of humanity
Are the
chatter of geographical collusions,
Each
proud and mighty in their own enticing delusion.
* * * *
Violent
passion rarely does anything
But
serve the creation of more division and rancor,
Yet
still we enjoy it in every sort of direct and vicarious manner.
* * * *
Few
ever get past the many labels
Once
they are glued to their dreamy identity.
Why we
succumb again and again
To the
conceptual morass
Is the
mystery of the forbidden fruit
Each of
us is tempted, if not forced, to pick.
* * * *
Letting
the world into your mind
Becomes
a choice once you see
The
ultimate nature of its fabrication.
* * * *
The
intent of the scribe herein
Is to
be often quoted but rarely remembered,
To be
unknown in the personal sense.
There
is no one to follow.
* * * *
Though
they are rare,
Seek
sovereign companions.
They
will not dampen your eternal quest.
* * * *
Ideals
are the wishful stretch of the imagination.
Making
them happen is quite another matter.
* * * *
What
were you prior to all your words and schemes?
What
will you be when they all fall away?
The
same answer you are now.
* * * *
A bit
knowledge goes a long way
Toward
creating a great deal of confusion.
A lot
of knowledge spins a vast weaving of insanity.
Returning
the fruit back to the garden is easier said than done.
* * * *
What
makes you think your dream is superior
To that
of a cockroach but your insistent vanity?
* * * *
It is
sickness, injury, aging and dying
That
are the inevitable bother.
Oblivion
is the sweetness
Prior
to all this silliness
Born of
consciousness.
* * * *
Recall
all the times you have laid, sat or stood
With your
eyes closed in so many different places.
Were
any of them in any way at all truly different
Than
the one with your eyes open right now?
* * * *
The
trail of time and space
Is cast
within the mind ever now.
* * * *
Godness
has an infinity of voices.
Within
you head is one of them.
* * * *
The
tsunami of mother nature cometh.
* * * *
From
image to image, each wanders,
Free
only if the base is that yonder.
* * * *
Feed
you body, not just your tongue.
* * * *
The
simple humility of your true foundation
Does
not require vain persuasions
Of vain
personal nature.
* * * *
Does
the good news of eternal life
Make
the suffering of consciousness easier to bear?
Needs
your research.
* * * *
Humanity
has idolized the many religions,
The
rich, the famous, the powerful,
To the
limits of delusional imagination.
When
will the masses realize all are mortal born?
What is
this need to create imaginary castes
When
all forms are obviously equal?
* * * *
We talk
ourselves into so much.
* * * *
Many
people seem to create a god
Who
really is not much of a parent figure.
Again
and again, note who creates the images.
* * * *
To those
serious about inquiry,
Drugs
are not baubles to be used lightly.
They
can open up insights that may be alarming
To
those not ready for their teaching.
* * * *
Run as
fast, as hard as you will,
You
cannot catch eternity.
Stop to
witness it,
And it
unfolds within.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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