LIII
Enlightenment
is discovering that consciousness
Has
never been as important as it imagines itself to be.
Liberation
is riding the indivisible wave free of the crying game.
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You
cannot prove that you are that I am,
Nor can
you ever prove that you are not.
All
assertions are the moot adsorptions
Of
limiting time-bound consciousness.
* * * *
The
thoughts of the ancient seers
Have
been lost on all but a relative few.
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God
will be as profound or petty
As your
momentary conceptual vision.
* * * *
Forget
your mask and self-imagery.
Serve
every function anonymously.
* * * *
You are
not accountable to maya
But for
your own collusion.
* * * *
Get
your own life and you will need not worry
About
the many others you both judge and envy.
* * * *
Without
consciousness there could be no discernment
Of the
“I am” within all parts and particles of the oneness.
* * * *
To
participate with any other, whether individual or group,
You
must believe that the dynamics are important.
You
must give the collusion weight within,
You
must toss freedom into the pot.
* * * *
From
the unknown the known is imagined in manifest dreamtime,
Through
intuitive reflection the known extrapolates a mysterious origin,
But the
unknowable awareness remains eternally unimaginable.
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Learn
to ignore time and space.
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The
experience of free will has been an epic sojourn.
What
has been truly learned, only godness knows.
Maybe.
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If you
are so weary of the mind in time,
Then be
done with its limited nature.
You are
not obligated to continue
But
through your own volition.
* * * *
What is
it about the limited mind
That it
so insistently wants to believe
It is
important in this temporal exercise?
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What is
it about the individual mind that it believes
Its
vain, self-absorbed temporal subscriptions
Are
really important to the ultimate nature?
* * * *
Chances
are most humans
Spend
their lives repeating
What
someone else has said.
Just
empty variations of the same
Theme
played out time and time again.
* * * *
Why so
many allow so few to rule their destiny
Is an
ever-confounding human reality,
A
cyclic dance of desire and fear
Played
out in every corner
Of this
earthly garden.
* * * *
It is
your suffering which goads you into inquiring deeply.
* * * *
Democracy
seems more an excuse
For
unbridled consumption
Than
political reality.
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Within
you is a reflection of the unknown
In
which you may freely swim for all eternity.
* * * *
You
know only what the light reflects.
Without
its playful creation you know nothing.
* * * *
Look
prior to heart, mind and soul
For the
answerless answer to all queries.
* * * *
To
dwell at the eternal point within
Is the
ending of conscious suffering.
It is
the return to the innocence
Which
the wise call home.
* * * *
Enemies
and friends alike are imagined,
But
which would anyone rather have?
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Do what
you will, leaving no trace.
* * * *
Real
wealth is accumulated naturally.
That
gained of worldly enterprise
Has no
eternal sanction.
* * * *
When humanity
banded together
To
gather more than Eden freely offered,
The age
of virtue began to crumble
Into
the endless confusion
We now
witness.
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All you
believe you see, touch, smell, taste and hear
Are the
illusory tricks of maya to entice you away
From
innocence into the original separation.
The
fruit of knowledge is set before you,
And the
rest is history.
* * * *
The
linear mind born of limitation generates boredom,
Boredom
being the habitual craving for movement.
When
that craving is realized for its timeless nature,
Boredom
awakens into the endless bliss of eternal life.
* * * *
Like
snowflakes, every manifestation
Is a
unique one-time flowering dream.
No two
visions will ever be exactly alike.
To see
that truth makes be and allow
The
most sovereign freeing law.
It is
the abolishment of all sense of caste.
* * * *
I am,
Therefore
I think
I think
I am.
* * * *
Here we
all are
Fighting
over the same answer.
* * * *
What
can be found in the mind
That
sees no more?
* * * *
With
the end of imagination
Comes
the clarity of the one Self.
* * * *
We are
all mad,
But in
so many different ways.
* * * *
Be wary
of those who point their finger at everyone else.
* * * *
The
dust blows into so many forms,
But
ever remains the holy ghost
Of the eternally
absolute.
* * * *
An
educational system that foments class division
Eventually
falls victim to its structured creation.
* * * *
The
implication of surrender takes one beyond
The me,
myself and I delusion of personal identity
Into
the mysterious oblivion of the sovereign absolute.
* * * *
The
world will categorize you
Into
one label or another
If you
allow it.
* * * *
Personality
is the flawed reflection of godness,
The
temporal imperfection of one’s original nature.
* * * *
Curious
how we attach to so much
Which
brings so much suffering.
* * * *
It is
the separation of personal self
Which
blind you to heaven’s gate in eden.
* * * *
That
you believe you are anything but self
Is the
endless entrapment of delusion.
* * * *
Enlightened
means to see the light within.
* * * *
From
oblivion all creation flowers
And you
are witness to one
Of an
infinity of dreams.
* * * *
Who but
a madman would dare write such musings?
* * * *
When
the flesh falls off,
What
will you make love to then?
* * * *
It is
your imagination that deceives you.
* * * *
A tree
may seem to dwarf a blade of grass,
A
mountain a grain of sand, an ocean a drop of water,
But in
the relative sense they are very much
The
immeasurable equity.
* * * *
You can
believe you exist
And you
can collude with others
Who
also pretend to have been born,
But
neither you nor anyone else
Can
ever prove it true without
Unfounded
assumption.
* * * *
All the
world’s problems are solved
With a
simple breath of their creator.
* * * *
Few
have the courage to step beyond
What
they have been told.
* * * *
Desire
is the hunger of the instinctual mind,
Of the
remnants of the animal nature
From
which humanity originates.
Whether
or not you can be free of its grip
Is a
personal inquiry into the mystery of creation
Which
none but you can unravel.
* * * *
What is
the universe but a huge theater
With
countless sets through which consciousness plays
In
whatever manner it will.
* * * *
Does
any other creature born of Eden
Give
any thought to whether it is happy or sad?
Or any
other imagined emotion born of consciousness?
* * * *
Attempts
to gain security in whatever ways your dream concocts,
There
is none immune e to the winds of the changing nature.
* * * *
As
human beings formed into civilized groups,
They
lost the sense of nature and its balancing cycles.
Continued
“progress” has blinded the majority to such a degree
That
only great disaster will bring it back to its roots.
* * * *
Maya
will find every opening to further immerse and bind you
In the
time-bound web of illusion you choose to weave.
It is
your own imagination which deceives you.
* * * *
It was
doubt and forgetfulness
That
scribed this as insight flowered
Into
wonder and wakefulness.
* * * *
Quantity
buys do not make for a quality life.
* * * *
Power
without a sense of guardianship
Brings
only misery and destruction.
* * * *
Are you
mad or insane?
The
difference is in the believing.
* * * *
It is
not that difficult being alone.
You
always have been despite
The
countless attempts to run away
Through
every distraction imaginable.
You
play the part but you are the whole.
* * * *
Page
after page is filled with thoughts,
Yet the
underlying message is ever again the same:
You are
one, and only the senses lead you into believing otherwise.
What is
remarkable is how so many are so easily deluded
By
maya’s infinite bag of lulling temptations.
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Why do
we choose to suffer in so many ways?
Because
most believe the sensory world to be real,
And try
so hard to abide in the continuity the narrow mind.
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So much
vain concern about what happened to you as a child or later on.
Let it
all go. It no longer exists. It is all like waves crashed long ago.
The
body mends or adapts to its injuries, why not the mind?
Give
any excuse you please, that is all any truly are,
Plays
of imagination founded upon the assumption of time.
* * * *
Sing
the song of god within and without.
It is
the good news to which all have birthright
If
given the insight, courage, autonomy and stamina
To
discern the eternal origin of all creation.
* * * *
How
responsible are you, really,
For
what this world spontaneously creates?
How
responsible do you want to be?
* * * *
Travel
without a wake, anonymous,
Untraceable,
clear, reborn each moment.
* * * *
Eternal
salvation is to see things as they are
Without
the timebound screen of imagination.
* * * *
There
is always a price to be paid
For
decisions born of limited thinking.
For
each and every action there is a complete
And
equally irreversible outcome.
* * * *
Imagination
creates both pain and pleasure
And all
the resulting plays of duality.
To
expand beyond its sticky deceptive web
Is the
task of those who would journey into immortality.
* * * *
You are
the creator of all order within the maze born of chaos.
The
world is afire and the solutions of separation
Only
spray fuel on the flames.
Humanity
seems destined to write
A
sorrowful, pathetic concluding chapter
To its
brief time upon the stage of consciousness.
The
synergistic myopia casts its confusion into every future.
* * * *
Turn
away, without abandoning,
Any who
do not welcome inquiry into wisdom.
* * * *
How can
you ever seek sobriety again
Once
you have drunk the madness of godness?
* * * *
Beauty
is not always an advantage,
Nor is
ugliness not one.
* * * *
Is it
even possible for all to be free
And
allowing at the same time?
Unlikely
at this rate.
* * * *
The
separations of our fathers
Are
upon us all.
* * * *
The
controllers hog-tie you
One
foot at a time.
* * * *
The
world, life, does not need
To be
played like a chess game.
* * * *
The
scribe has inhaled and ingested enough
To see
what is herein written is as true as any vision
He can
possibly imagine in the wildest dreams known to time.
You are
whatever he has imagined, and he is whatever you imagine.
Why
torture and kill one another for such an extraordinary misunderstanding?
* * * *
When
that last breath comes,
Will
you be your maker?
* * * *
We are
all brothers and sisters,
No
matter the skin.
* * * *
In
godness we are all one
* * * *
You
need not travel far to see it all.
* * * *
The
wonder of it can often bring it to a standstill.
* * * *
What do
you lust after but another journey through imagination?
* * * *
The
best days are pathless reveries.
* * * *
You
know the answer as well as I do.
* * * *
Dust is
dust to dusty ends.
* * * *
Those
who in humility put aside
The
squalor of personal concern
Transcend
into the golden realm.
* * * *
The many
who want so madly to lead
Are
often least capable of earning the respect
And
wisdom required for true leadership.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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