LII
If
passion rules your actions,
You are
riding the wheel of suffering.
* * * *
Why
continue eating something
If you
are no longer hungry for it.
* * * *
What is
the quality of mind
When
its hunger for more ends?
What is
a witnessed death, the riddle?
* * * *
Once
you see a problem clearly,
The
answer is often quite simple.
* * * *
The
sages do not need to travel far
Because
there is nothing they need to see.
The
inner vision is sustenance enough.
* * * *
I have
seen that I am the eyes of godness,
And
through that seeing know that you are as well.
* * * *
Choose
leaders who are wise,
Not
merely capable, greedy and ambitious.
* * * *
I want,
I want, I want...
Over
and over and over,
I want,
I want, I want...
It is
the gist of the industrialized refrain,
The
epitaph of the self-proclaimed civilized man.
* * * *
Though
you may have grown up feeling odd
Because
you never bought into all this confusion,
It is
not required that you believe the many delusions
Spawned
by the endless play of human ignorance.
* * * *
Without
you, godness would have no reflection
With
which to witness creation and destruction.
* * * *
We are
all just receiving units,
Playing
out a spontaneous dream
Without beginning or end.
Thou
art that I am.
* * * *
Where does
any creature end and god begin?
Only
the mind knows.
* * * *
The
beaten path is beaten only in time.
Where
do ruts go when time ends?
* * * *
What
competing group in this world
Does
not feel god is on their side?
* * * *
Sincerity
can end disharmony
In all
but the most aggravated hearts.
Battles
and wars never fought
Are the
most easily won.
* * * *
So many
spend their lives gathering
Every
physical and mental possession possible.
For a
few it becomes letting everything go.
Die to
your life and discern serenity.
* * * *
Wisdom
is that gleaned from the immeasurable.
It is
the insight of the mind beyond the measured mind.
* * * *
Call it
heaven or call it hell,
Both
are merely imagined by minds
Born of
divisions and limitations created in time.
* * * *
Groups
form for one reason or another,
Give
themselves a label and declare their dogma
To be
the final enduring truth above all others.
How
often such vain delusions have only
Created
much suffering for so many.
* * * *
Surrender
your way to freedom.
* * * *
We are
all god
Playing
out god’s game,
God
knows why.
Maybe.
Personally,
I’m very sure
I don’t
know anything.
I
think.
* * * *
Why we
keep playing
Pathetically
predictable dramas
Is an
unfailing mystery.
* * * *
Do you
really believe
Any of humanity’s
babble
Makes
even a ripple of difference
Playing
out in the vast timeless reaches?
Or is
it all just echoes in your head?
* * * *
Look at
the world you see.
It is
the harvest of Eden’s wonder.
No one
part is responsible for the confusion,
For each
of us creates the undoing
Of the
original union.
* * * *
Most
are far too deluded
To be
truly honest about the fact
That
they do not really have any answers,
Mainly
because all the questions were too small.
* * * *
Most
are so attached to holding onto all the mind concocts
That
letting go is completely beyond comprehension.
* * * *
We are
all caught by one fallacy after another.
Seemingly
without end all the trials take each of us
Upon a
long course to wisdom and beyond.
These
words map out an inward journey
As seen
through one dreamer’s eyes.
Within
their play are the limits of all words
And the
tarnished limitations of his own vision.
Correct
or expand them as you are able or inclined.
* * * *
To
transcend all delusion and ignorance,
What
state of mind would that be?
Beyond
all speculation.
* * * *
To
realize how shaped you life is
By the
mirrors set before you
Requires
an insight few possess.
* * * *
How
truly alone do you dare be?
Will
you ever be the ultimate witness
That
true you prior to all delusions?
* * * *
Look
across any room, any expanse.
All of
it is the creation of your senses.
Without
you manifestation would not be.
Passionate
judgments of of your creation
Are the
heaven and hell of an imagined reality.
Judge
it and you judge your own dream.
Judge
it and you judge yourself.
* * * *
Peering
across the expanses of my vast inner universe,
I
intuit it to be truly no different than your own or any other’s.
* * * *
All
hierarchies are the fantasy born of limitation.
* * * *
Real
freedom is a personal quest
To
which no other’s claim matters one iota.
It is a
personal realization that all limitation is illusion,
That
within, no matter the condition of the exterior,
You are
that which is pure, divine, beyond
All
aspirations of the human mind.
* * * *
What
good is an unpracticed philosophy?
* * * *
Despite
all doubts to the contrary, you are worthy
Of your
own undying, unconditional love.
What
more do you need than that?
* * * *
You
exercises your limitations
In
whatever way you will.
* * * *
Choose
your differences
And you
will find them.
* * * *
Word
may not break bones,
But
they sure enough cause us
To
throw sticks and stones without fail.
* * * *
The
ignorance of our ancestors is upon us.
* * * *
When
will humanity learn that numbers
Do not
necessarily mean quality?
* * * *
We each
have demons within us,
All of
which we may or may not face
As
being entirely imagined concoctions.
You
will exorcise them whenever you choose.
* * * *
Use
whatever life offers to take you
Into
the journey only the rarest ever fulfill.
* * * *
Mother
nature plays by a very definite set of rules.
All
manifestation must abide within them or perish.
This
simple equation is without exception, or as one
Professor
once said, “The exceptions prove the rule.”
* * * *
Very
few individuals take the reigns of their being
Past
what their geographical mythos shapes them into.
* * * *
You are
the jester, fool, madman in whatever court
This
mysterious genetic lottery has ordained.
Others
will not discern the golden wealth
Which
makes you majestic sovereign
Of your
version of this divine play,
Unless
they, too, travel the deep end.
* * * *
What is
there to do
But
become madder than any hatter?
* * * *
Dispel
all doubts.
They
are all shadows
Cast by
your own imagination.
It is
they which create all limitation.
* * * *
A
cockroach in the kitchen wall
You
would probably not even notice,
But a
neighbor across the world,
You
would hurl to purgatory
For
offenses too banal
To even
mention.
* * * *
You all
play your parts so well
That I really
need do nothing more
Than
sit back and witness the show.
* * * *
No one
can do it all,
So the
many do the one.
* * * *
It will
be hard enough for you
To
transcend your conditioning.
To
expect others to be interested
Is more
than a little ludicrous.
* * * *
A man
without a flag, a country, a world, a god
Or any
other vain man-made claims,
Is a
free spirit doing time.
* * * *
Remember
this, remember that.
What is
there to but a mixture of memories
Which
keep you from seeing anything
With
eyes reborn in innocence?
* * * *
How
many ways vanity finds
To
claim to one glory or another.
* * * *
How
meaningless to live for a historical footnote.
Like
footprints in sand, waves crashing all about.
* * * *
Time is
the creator of all this mischief.
* * * *
All
your judgments, all your opinions
Are
cast in sand upon a windy shore.
* * * *
Humans
think themselves so powerful,
Yet
quake when mother nature sneezes.
* * * *
Admitting
that you are faking everything
Can be
a very useful release valve.
* * * *
If you
rely solely on your body for your happiness,
You are
bound to be unhappy at many points in time.
* * * *
Why
watch all this confusion?
For the
sheer conceptual curiosity how insane
Consciousness
can choose to be.
* * * *
We kill
each other for every imaginable passion,
To what
end only the most ignorant are too blind to see.
* * * *
Societies
encourage you to feel lonely, confused and fearful
So that
you will fully participate with the mythological set.
* * * *
Conspire
in whatever traditional,
Symbolical,
ritualistic exercises you choose,
But do
not expect anyone else to buy into your delusions.
* * * *
Maybe
you will be happy when you have it all
And
have done everything imaginable.
Unlikely,
but one never knows.
Each to
their own dream.
* * * *
How to
deal with the world?
As it
is, as it is not,
As you
would like it to be?
* * * *
Who is
there to please but your Self?
* * * *
It is
not easy to discern
What
there is to surrender.
* * * *
We are
all diamonds in the rough.
It is
life which chips away at the flaws.
* * * *
Watching
where humanity is heading
Is like
watching a vehicle hurtling toward a wall,
No seat
belts, no brake, and everyone’s foot on the gas.
What
survives the aftermath is just a mild curiosity.
Earth
will abide until the dream subsides.
* * * *
The
countless words you cling to
Are a
tenuous lifesaver in the void.
* * * *
A quiet
celibacy in every arena
Is the
natural outcome of not wanting.
* * * *
What is
it you would want to become
That
your dreamy imagination
Cannot
already create?
* * * *
Maya
will raise every mask
Until
you deal with them all as one.
* * * *
Contrary
to popular belief,
Emotion
is not love.
* * * *
Competing
with god will only mold you into a demon.
* * * *
Time
and space move so quickly,
It is
difficult to discern it is really
The
mind which moves them.
* * * *
To
discern the imageless mind
Is to
transcend all imagined mirrors.
* * * *
What
would it be like to never be concerned
What
another thought of you again?
To do
it, stop imagining it.
* * * *
Humanity
does not operate smoothly
In
large groupings because they identify
With
hollow limitations and differences
Rather
than expansive similarities.
* * * *
Eternal
life is a right-nowing realization.
If you
are waiting for a mythological character
To save
you and your illusion from the here and now,
You
will be crying by your empty bags for a long time to come.
* * * *
Why
would you want to imitate a part already played
When
spontaneously playing your own is an original creation?
* * * *
Who
will be left if you ever discover
What is
truly spoken herein?
* * * *
An
undisciplined mind is lost to its myriad imaginings.
* * * *
For
everyone else that might be true.
But you are the creator
of your own time.
* * * *
Futile
as it likely is,
Just
trying to tweak the script
Towards a less
cataclysmic conclusion.
* * * *
Do
not trust your senses to tell you the truth.
* * * *
Even
though their delusion steeps them toward annihilation,
Its
grip is too strong upon humanity to avert the disaster ahead.
* * * *
You are
everything you have ever seen, done, and thought about doing.
You are
everything you have never seen, done, and thought about doing.
You are
all dreams seen, you are all dreams unseen, you are prior to all dreams.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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