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Your
entire existence – people, places, events –
Are all
created in your mind, in your imagination, by you,
And it
will be you who must, often through the greatest of efforts,
Let
them go.
* * * *
What
makes so many people unhappy
Is
thinking it is an outcome of time
With
all its inherent business.
When
you are truly joyful it just happens
And
there is no need to attach continuity to it.
* * * *
Total
freedom is too easy, too simple.
It is
wanting nothing from anyone or anything.
Most
only want to be a little more free,
And
then only some of the time,
Usually
when the prison
Is less
enticing.
* * * *
Intelligent
people do not sustain themselves
On the
passions of conflict and division,
And
therefore work to minimize ignorance.
* * * *
You
long for peace and freedom,
Yet
cannot even muster it within yourself
Or your
small circle because of your desire for more.
* * * *
Why
this deep psychological urge, this desire
To be
recognized by others, to band together into groups,
To
interact socially, to adapt to various mindsets?
How
powerful the genetic imperative.
* * * *
The
random chaotic interaction of the elemental nature
Has
created this spontaneous manifesting dream without any plot or plan,
Any
beginning or ending, any rhyme or reason, any birth or death
But
that which consciousness chooses in time to sustain.
* * * *
What
about this existence
Will
there be to be remembered
That
you have not already forgotten
Times
beyond counting?
* * * *
True
belief is far more than words can tell.
* * * *
The
slate is godness.
What is
written on it is consciousness.
Which
you think you are is left up to your discretion.
* * * *
Can you
be free if you subscribe to the will of the herd?
* * * *
Take a
big breath into your mind.
* * * *
Be your
Self.
Love
godness.
* * * *
Truth
is nebulous.
* * * *
The
ignorant never realize
What
great teachers they are
For the
truest students.
* * * *
Hit
ignorance square on the head
With a
shovel gilded in wisdom,
And it
will not even make a dent.
* * * *
Where
do you begin and the universe end?
* * * *
At
every turn, such incredible stupidity.
* * * *
Those
who know their birth project their death.
Those
who remember nothing never die.
* * * *
We
fabricate an ocean of information
Spend
our lives sorting and manipulating it,
Sometimes
drowning in its overwhelming tides.
* * * *
To some
a collusion might be applauded
As a
team effort, to others a conspiracy.
From
such views many histories are written.
* * * *
Once
you discern the whole,
Parts
are seen within its context
And not
as ends in themselves.
* * * *
Surrender
slakes the thirst.
* * * *
Even
the devil serves god.
* * * *
Beneath
every pessimist or cynic
Is a
disillusioned idealist.
* * * *
When
consideration toward the other ends,
What is
to come quickly becomes evident.
* * * *
The
insanity of humanity cannot continue long.
The
danger of saying or writing anything is
That
many will probably not understand
And
will only create more of a muddle
For
themselves and everyone else.
But
could the muddle we are in
Really
get that much worse?
The
answer is more than obvious.
* * * *
The
real you already has eternal life.
You
always have, you always will.
The
personality, however, is not the real you,
And you
can plan on that confusing bag of identifications
Being
indifferently tossed on the discard heap
Titled,
“Much Ado About Nothing.”
* * * *
How the
dreamers do choose to suffer.
* * * *
Were we
ever genetically really meant
To
operate in more than simple roving bands?
* * * *
View it
all as a screen of dust.
* * * *
Marry
god in your heart
And it
will unfold eternally.
* * * *
Bring
the body to alignment with your soul.
It is
the ship which takes you to sea.
* * * *
So many
rationalizations
The
life forms of Eden die for us
* * * *
Those
who see the larger picture
Rant
and rave in air and on paper,
But
have no power to change a thing
But
through the selfless volition of all.
Detachment
is the greatest lesson.
* * * *
Do you
really think there is anything more hellish
Than
watching humanity’s unceasing squalor?
The
many scatter you with their passionate wind.
Merge
into godness and you will know only oneness.
How to
best serve the many is to serve that one within all.
* * * *
History’s
patterns have forever repeated themselves
Because
human consciousness is as it has been
Since
long before the written word was first cast in stone,
And the
probability that it will ever shift radically is very unlikely.
* * * *
If you
are not going to be whole within your Self,
How can
you expect to be fulfilled in any other union?
* * * *
No one
has force you to want anything from life.
* * * *
Living
in awareness is a life of perfection.
* * * *
All
self-importance is imagined.
* * * *
What do
a stream and a roadway
Of
flowing vehicles have in common?
Everything
and nothing.
* * * *
Why do
so many want others
To
share their fundamental insecurity?
* * * *
Too
many vain paths to glory
Create
destruction and mayhem.
Pride
will be, is, the downfall of humanity.
* * * *
When
the question, “Who am I?” has no answer,
You
will be you.
* * * *
What
price has not been paid by one excess or another?
* * * *
Free
will does not exude the potential option
To
destroy anything or everything,
Including
ourselves.
* * * *
Great
journeys are taken one step at a time.
* * * *
Reject
anything which exacts a toll upon your soul.
* * * *
Humanity
has thus far been myopic in thought and action.
Its
survival hinges upon its reasserting a greater vision.
* * * *
What
are the male and female aspects, essentially,
But
seed injectors and receptacles, the play of DNA
Mutating
into every shape and form imaginable,
The
amness underlying each and every one.
* * * *
You
forget other names quickly and often,
But
what of your own?
* * * *
The
attentiveness required is absolute.
* * * *
Be
greedy for nothing.
* * * *
The
earth is akin to a piece of lint
Spinning
in the grand silence of space
In this
sojourner’s dreamtime vision.
* * * *
When
passion is unharnessed,
The
seeds of destruction quickly bloom.
* * * *
Look
around at anything you please,
And you
will probably find it to be
As much
as it will likely ever be.
* * * *
There
will likely always be those
Who
control others to their own ends.
* * * *
Another
blank page,
Another
scribbled soliloquy,
A
madman’s vision smaller than dust
From
beyond the stars.
* * * *
What is
any of this but the vital breath of birth and death,
An
illusory dreaming of creation and destruction,
Entirely
done as quickly as it happens.
* * * *
Human
beings.
At
first you idolize them,
Then
you often despise them,
Then
you mostly feel sorry for them,
And
just wish all their unnecessary suffering
And
that of all the other creatures, could somehow end.
* * * *
Not
everyone is enthralled with life.
Not
everyone wants to be here
Witnessing
all the pain and suffering.
Not
everyone buys into the obvious mess
Humanity
has made of its time upon this world
* * * *
Why
worry whether something will last
When
nothing ever has or ever will?
* * * *
Everybody
believing in a bad idea
Does
not make it a good idea.
* * * *
The
point of all these soliloquies
Is too
rip away your masked costume
And
show you what you truly are.
* * * *
The
conscious foray into Self is an eternal journey
Seemingly
different for all, yet ever the same One.
* * * *
Eden
will be Eden for as long as the sun does what suns do,
But
humanity’s brief time, no matter how long, will have been so little
When
all sense of time and space, born of the one mind’s dreaming, truly ends.
* * * *
You may
certainly use any symbol you please
To remind
you of your eternal reality,
But to
those who truly see,
A grain
of dust is reminder enough.
* * * *
Does it
really matter that every soul
Someday
wake up to their godness?
It does
not at all to this sojourning scribe,
But if
it does in some greater plan of godness,
We are
obviously in for a very lengthy play
In this
dreamtime of conscious design.
* * * *
Sages
allow time to do the work for them.
* * * *
To
trust god, you must trust your Self.
* * * *
Once
you see this unity,
What
more is there to do
But
share your reflection
In
whatever way suits you.
* * * *
How can
anyone ever be free
If they
do not even see the prison?
* * * *
Money
will buy you anything,
But it
is useless in the vision quest.
* * * *
What in
this world can truly matter?
* * * *
The
world touches the senses,
But
what do they touch but imagination?
* * * *
You may
search all your life for purpose and meaning,
But it
will always be whatever you think it is
At any
given moment in time.
No
more, no less.
* * * *
The
devil, maya, lucifer, satan
Will
take on every form from siren to savage,
Whatever
will entice you from the tightrope of awareness.
* * * *
There
are many veils which catch your eye time after time.
Few
discern that none are real, that most are like flies on flypaper,
Sticking
to any of many illusions until even the grandest falls into clarity.
* * * *
And let
it be said that they even came to worship
The
names of the many they destroyed.
* * * *
Desire
is the springboard of passion,
The
swells of the ocean’s surface
Churning
so ferociously,
Yet
completely calm
Below
its surface.
Breathe
fully.
Dive
deeply.
* * * *
The
limits are set
And
humanity is tripping
All
over them.
* * * *
If
buddhahood is not already passe,
It
could, should be, soon.
* * * *
Every possible
distinction
You
might make in reality
Is an
imaginary fabrication,
Real in
the most illusionary sense.
* * * *
These
words sculpture concepts in time,
Seeking
to explain their origin and their fate.
* * * *
The
roots of our savage nature are aligned
With
the survivors of the natural selection.
We are
not present because our ancestors
Were
benign and simple-minded, but because
They
were extremely aggressive and acutely aware.
We are
the result of an intense desire to survive
And
somehow overcome the natural world.
So much
so, that we still unwittingly seek
To
exterminate any uprisings of nature,
No
matter the price in our own survival.
* * * *
Some
see it via deductive reasoning, from general to specific,
Others
from inductive reasoning, specific to general.
It is
all to the same endless beginninglessness.
* * * *
Understand
that being born again into the eternal life
Is not
a matter of mind-held systematic belief.
It is
the quality of the timeless mind
Beyond
all manifest limits.
* * * *
It is
the space where all sense of manifestation ends,
The
still pool from whence all origins dream,
Where
all sense of “I am” begins.
* * * *
What
sort of statement do we make
When
saying we are civilized?
* * * *
The
process of time and space
Is
required to become conscious
Of the
reality prior to time and space.
* * * *
Free
will makes your destiny a voluntary fate.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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