LIV
Stand
fearless in the winds of darkness.
It is
no different than the stillness
Of any
other given day.
* * * *
If you
have only witnessed a garbage dump,
How
could you know what there was before?
* * * *
Great
dreamers forgive and forget.
* * * *
Money
is only as useful as your imagination.
* * * *
That
called scripture
Is a
well-intentioned news
Of the
broadest, most holy insight,
Used by
ignorance and greed
In so
many divisive ways.
* * * *
All
spiritual hierarchies worship false gods
Born of
idolatrous collusions.
* * * *
You get
off the wheel of suffering
When
the desire for the spin
Is no
longer enticing.
* * * *
“I am”
is all you know.
Everything
else is speculation and innuendo.
* * * *
Wipe it
away until all you see is dust.
* * * *
Priesthoods
of any claim are no different
Than
any other vested interests.
* * * *
When
you are free, time become a great drunk.
* * * *
Accept
and embrace your physical death.
It is
the most freeing point in your life.
* * * *
What on
earth is there really to be afraid of
But
one’s own vivid imagination?
* * * *
You
want so much more from life, but cannot attain it
Because
it is only your temporal imagination
Which
dreams there is such a thing.
* * * *
Forsake
the world for its reality is of time
And all
that is time is born of illusion.
* * * *
The
christs and buddhas most worship
Are
merely old idols in a different form.
* * * *
Why all
this happens so may say,
But
truly there is no one who knows.
* * * *
Why is
the innocence of children
Allowed
to end so quickly?
* * * *
Even if
the world of consciousness
Does
attain some harmonic convergence,
It will
still be a temporal production
With no
additional meaning
In the
ultimate reality.
* * * *
The
tree which bears no fruit
Has
failed its potential as have all
Whose
lives are barren to their godness.
* * * *
Truth
is too simple and effortless for words to grasp.
To
discern its timeless essence requires an attentive discipline
Very
few are simple and willing enough to surrender to.
* * * *
Deafness
to the world’s chatter is a hard-won peace.
There
are no hoops you need jump through
To
enter the essential state.
* * * *
The
manifest is ever in a perfect balance,
But
whether or not humanity can sustain itself
Within
the changes it has evoked is another matter.
* * * *
The
only thing permanent about this world
Is what
it truly is not.
* * * *
The
light flickers endlessly across the screen,
But the
screen and the witness
Are
both very still.
* * * *
Become
that which has never existed,
Yet has
never not existed as well.
* * * *
Though
these words may seem vague and obtuse,
They
are precise and exact to the minds
Who
share the same vision.
* * * *
What
you discover will be what you imagine.
* * * *
No
matter how you spend your time,
Whether
laughing, crying, playing, working,
Painfully
or pleasurably, directed, drifting or sleeping,
Active
or inactive, it ever passes as the same now-ish awareness,
Unconcerned
whether you drink heartily, spew it all out, or ignore everything.
It is
the god-given wealth that you may spend however you see fit,
A
free-will journey born of the mystery prior to consciousness.
* * * *
Probably
better not to know the writers of such thoughts as these,
For all
too often their vain personality traits only serve
To
weaken the impact of their insights.
* * * *
When
imagination stills
What,
pray tell, is truly left?
* * * *
Will
you allow the worldly corruption
Which
the many lost advocate
To
decay your own soul?
Or will
you rise above the tempest
And
navigate into the way prior to all ways?
* * * *
From
any ruins, new things spring.
From
the dark and cold of winter
Blossom
the bud and fruit of time’s
Mysterious
eternal dreamy unfolding.
* * * *
What is
yet to come
In any
time and space,
Only
the witness can tell.
It is
ever the play of spontaneity
Which
seems fated only when one scans
The
myriad paths memory weaves.
* * * *
You are
in time,
And you
are not eternally.
It is
the timeless blink of the inner eye
Which
proves it so.
* * * *
Within
these many thoughts is concern neither for heaven nor hell,
But the
union with all which is prior to any imagined dream.
It is
the eternal song of oneness without title or tune
From
which all springs timelessly unbidden.
* * * *
Why
humanity creates so much divisive passionate suffering
When we
could be happily laughing and dancing
Is the
only question worth really asking.
* * * *
The
only true gold
Is
behind the mask,
Beneath
the costume.
* * * *
Wait
long enough, travel far enough, imagine hard enough,
Who can
begin to guess what godness might yet create?
That
you are proves any possibility is, indeed, possible.
* * * *
All
belief is concoction born of the desire
Of the
limited mind to attain security.
And
from that futile desire arise the endless
Fears,
angers, desires, vanities and fiery passions
Played
out upon an impermanent stage
Woven
entirely of imagination.
* * * *
What
humanity values
Is
usually that which is rare,
But
what is most rare in humanity
Is all
that is truly valuable.
* * * *
It does
not matter
Whether
anyone else
Discerns
their god nature.
It is
enough that you do.
* * * *
The
elements of the movement,
Fire,
wind, earth and water,
Prove
unerringly again and again
The
Impermanency of all things material.
* * * *
It is less
a matter of should and should not
As it
is will and will not.
* * * *
What
death have you chosen?
Will
you discover eternal life before the fatal moment?
Will
you die to time in time?
* * * *
Castes
are created and accepted
By
those bound to manifest qualities,
Those
who envision countless differences
And
rate themselves according to vain distinctions
Passed
on by mythological traditions, rituals and symbols
Worshiping
and idolizing that fabricated by minds woven in time.
The
journey prior to all appearances erases every hierarchical collusion.
* * * *
The
only way to end suffering is through eternal salvation
Which
simply means living thoroughly in the passing present
Without
all the drudge of past and future mucking it up.
* * * *
Politicians,
bureaucrats, businessmen
Priests,
lawyers and other parasitic scam artists
Will
probably always find innovative ways
To get
your money into their pockets.
* * * *
Put
behind you those things
You no
longer find important.
* * * *
The
rise of civilization has been
At the
expense of human potential.
* * * *
Life
could be so idyllic,
Yet so
many have chosen
To
create suffering in so many ways.
* * * *
You are
the guiding hand of your fate.
* * * *
How
many imaginary enemies
Do you
carry in your head?
* * * *
Cockroaches,
rats, ants and the like
Will
probably miss us when we go extinct.
Despite
ceaselessly vain attempts at genocide,
We have
proven ourselves to be excellent providers.
Though
we are likely more sound philosophically,
They
are obviously our genetic superiors,
Largely
thanks to all the radiating and poisons
We have
cast at them during our brief occupation.
* * * *
Philosophers
are lovers of wisdom, insight and truth,
Of that
which is beyond all concepts within themselves,
And all
things through the illusory play of space and time.
* * * *
Any
thought that this seeing
Makes
one superior
In any
way, shape or form
Is just
delusion taking another spin
* * * *
This
inward awakening is a quiet revolution.
* * * *
The
depth of your being is untouched
By any
concept ever conceived.
* * * *
Color
the veil however you will,
It is
ever the same spellbinding nature.
* * * *
Everything
is Self-imagery.
* * * *
Some
deny their desire,
Others
give into every one.
In the
end both are zero-sum,
And the
only question remains,
Was the
trek torturous or serene?
Or
somewhere in-between?
* * * *
Even
the most attractive men and women
Can
never achieve the absolute beauty
Of one
who sees through all veils.
* * * *
When
the question, “Who am I?”
Is no longer
answered, you will know.
* * * *
What is
the mind but a tool of measurement
Created
by its own perceptions and vain conclusions
Until
that rare moment it discerns beyond all veils
And a
mystery prior to all limits becomes clear.
* * * *
Death
strikes all camps back into the folds of oblivion
Where
all distractions end and oneness is unwavering.
* * * *
How
astounding the mind’s penchant
To
become attached to suffering.
* * * *
Hope?
What
need for hope?
The
real you is beyond such concoctions.
* * * *
You
will never figure it out,
But you
may become content
With
all your ignorance.
* * * *
Time
casts each of us into a history
Which
all spontaneously participate in
According
to the countless patterns
Dictated
by conditioned free will.
* * * *
Be wary
lest the ambitions born of time
Weigh
too heavily upon your shoulders.
* * * *
You
started off with a patterning
Gradually
molded by an environment
Into
whatever you think you are right now.
The
only question is, however,
Are you
really that?
* * * *
Humanity
may finally be running up against its limits.
Up
until now, technology and fierce competition
Have
pushed them back many times,
But any
successful adaptation
Always
breeds new consequences.
The
future will inevitably pay a large price
For our
collective cleverness.
* * * *
Desire
weaves many prices.
* * * *
The
killers are the ones left to learn their lesson.
* * * *
What
you long for in the other,
You
will find within.
* * * *
Can you
be free until you surrender,
Gratefully
dead?
* * * *
We are
all godness
Wandering
the manifest realm.
* * * *
You may
sit before anyone,
But
until you are ready to learn,
It is
all yabber.
* * * *
There
are certainly times when life
Must be
taken if you are to continue in time,
But
weigh very carefully which times are necessary,
And
which are not.
* * * *
All
these experiences you seek and remember,
Where
do they really lead, what is their true worth?
Part of
wisdom is learning which thoughts and actions
Lead to
barren ends and which are worth experiencing.
* * * *
The
path to glory is paved
With
vain intentions.
* * * *
Those
who hate make every excuse.
Those
who love need none.
* * * *
In a
true fight the sage is not present.
* * * *
Sages
let everyone who must finish first
Go on
ahead in their rushing now.
* * * *
The
endless suffering inspired
By our
self-aggrandized rushing about
Is so
unnecessary and ultimately destructive for all.
* * * *
Every
individual, every group, has a story to tell
They
are all equally imagined dreams.
* * * *
How ironic
that the ones who see
The
interconnectedness of all manifestation
Have
been ignored, derided, destroyed or worshipped
Throughout
history by the many who cannot.
* * * *
Revenge
just sets you onto fields
Not
worth tarrying in.
* * * *
Let all
doubt evaporate
Until
the obviousness of your vision
Manifests
in every action.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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