LVI
Despite
all assertions to the contrary,
All
polarizations are eternally the same oneness.
All
divisions blend through awareness
Of the
vainly disguised veils
Between
the false distinctions
Born of
the fundamental delusion
In
humanity’s conceptual assumption.
* * * *
Sometimes
you wonder
What
others would do
If you
actually were to say
What
you were really thinking.
* * * *
It is a
sea of relativity
In
which every form of insanity
Lays
one claim or another.
* * * *
You are
enslaved first and foremost
By the
mind caught in its own dream of time.
* * * *
Enslavement
casts in many lights upon the stage.
Whether
formed of acts or ideas, the result
Is the
same degradation of spirit.
* * * *
You
cannot prove me wrong.
All you
can do is ignore what is being said,
And
blindly wander through a hell of your own making.
* * * *
Methinks
we and all the other creatures of eden
Were a
lot better off before we civilized ourselves.
* * * *
You
have created this dusty stage held together by the mind.
It is
your vain imagination that blinds you to your godness.
* * * *
Do not
fear to embrace your Self
As all
truly holy beyond description.
* * * *
The
polarization of consciousness,
Despite
its apparent reality,
Is
merely the sum of all dreams.
* * * *
Even
two or five thousand years ago,
It was
not difficult to project how
Humanity’s
destiny would likely unfold.
* * * *
What
makes you think you are really
In any
more control of anything
Than a
flower on a mountainside?
* * * *
Just
how much more do you think it all can grow?
How far
do you think it will all go?
* * * *
Allow
the world to disappear within,
Filled
by that which has never existed.
* * * *
One
breath at a time.
One
step at a time.
One
page at a time.
One
thought at a time.
One
mouthful at a time.
One
moment at a time.
One
dream at a time.
One
life at a time.
One sip
at a time.
One
kiss at a time.
One
journey at a time.
One
experience at a time.
One
anything at an any time.
No
wonder we are linear creatures.
The
limits of time and space afford the mind
No more
than sequences in the patterned unfolding.
* * * *
Much of
humanity seems to be locked in the denial of death,
Denial
of the ultimate reality of all mortal existence.
It is a
denial of the interconnected nature,
And the
fear inspired by that denial
Has set
all life upon a course,
The
ramifications of which
Relatively
few are truly willing
To
deeply examine and act upon.
* * * *
The
fantasizing nature of the insatiable mind
Has run
the gamut of desire over and over again,
And
still we are unsatisfied in its frenzied loop.
* * * *
Truly,
what say have you over any
Part or
particle’s sovereign undertaking?
* * * *
The
blade screams against the grinder,
But
comes away sharper each time.
* * * *
No
authority is cited in these writings
But the
play as seen within the author,
And
that very same reality within you.
* * * *
What
makes any hovel humanity has ever designed
Any
different than an anthill, a mole’s den,
A
robin’s nest, or a lion’s lair?
* * * *
Craving
takes so many venues.
One by
one by one they slip away
Until
one day the clarity is all-seeing
In a
most indescribably describable way.
* * * *
When
one moment is truly attended to,
It is
lost with the advent of the next.
* * * *
Cosmic
jewel or cosmic joke?
A
little of both, a little of neither.
* * * *
All but
the most determined
Forget
to recollect
When
maya provokes
The
mind’s sensory feelers.
* * * *
No
matter the sense,
The
concoction is ever the same
As the
time-bound illusion of cause and effect
Wanders
from one set to the next.
* * * *
The
scribe just wanted to understand and be free.
Whether
you do is entirely a free will issue.
* * * *
What
happens when you are no longer curious
For the
gathering of knowledge?
* * * *
It is
you who keeps it all going.
Without
your conscious, believing presence,
None of
this would be happening.
It is
entirely your choice
To
participate however you will.
* * * *
Activists
make such vain efforts
To
resolve one problem or another.
What
they change often twists around
To be
more of the same old thing,
Because
the human psyche
Remains
the same.
* * * *
What
habitual mode has you believing
You
must keep creating all this this way?
Or any
particular way?
* * * *
You
will create the so-called karma
You
choose to create until you decide not to.
* * * *
Just
ask yourself if you would like
Whatever
you are doing to another to be done to you,
And
realize that, in just another dream, it is.
* * * *
How
quickly the spontaneous moment turns into destiny.
* * * *
Each of
us chooses
Our own
level of enlightenment
For
reasons only speculations can answer.
* * * *
The
warrior is all glory until a bullet rips into his head,
And
suddenly another imagined life becomes food for grass.
* * * *
Light
bouncing every which way,
Teasing
you with every sort of fantasy,
Deluding
you in every imaginable context
Born of
pain and pleasure’s intertwining nature,
Until
the desiring seed of wakefulness begins to sprout,
Working
gradually toward that magical eternal point
When
you at last blossom into a flower of god.
* * * *
Until
you see all the desire and its manifest outcomes as imagined,
They
will continue to ransack the quality of mind absorbed in individuality.
* * * *
The
individual personality is the vain outcome of desire and fear.
Most
play their parts with such rooted, firm conviction,
That
any question of identity’s ultimate reality
Is
ignored or fought tooth and nail.
Rare
are those who discern
The
indivisible nature.
Rarer
still are those
Who
completely
Surrender
to it.
* * * *
We are
proving the theory of natural selection.
The
fittest do ultimately survive despite temporary attempts
At
supplanting natural law with mind-made order,
An
order that can only briefly challenge
The
greater relativity of chaos.
* * * *
How
firmly bound any given group
Becomes
within its collusion,
The
rules of the game,
How to
dress, speak, eat,
What to
say, what not to say,
Who to
talk to, who not to talk to,
The
scrolls of dogmatic vanity
Fill
the pages of history.
* * * *
Those
who have the most toys
Are
buried in the same shallow grave.
* * * *
What is
it which keeps you opening your eyes?
Is it a
sense of wonder that you will miss out on creation?
That
without you to witness time’s eternal passing,
Nothing
truly is, ever was, or can ever be.
The
dream of individual existence
Entices
all into continuity.
* * * *
Problems
need not be matters of for or against.
They
are best solved through balanced simplicity,
Mindful
discernment that difficulties are best answered
Through
moderate process where win and loss is not the goal.
* * * *
You are
responsible for your many judgments,
For the
many interpretations, differences and similarities,
The
many self-absorbed actions, and all the selfless ones as well.
It is
you who created every spontaneous perception, and yet all the while,
There
has really been no way for you to alter the dream into which you were cast.
* * * *
That
which is offers no sustenance to this world or any other,
Yet
without it no hunger would be dreamt or fulfilled.
* * * *
To
intuitively perceive the origin of the seed,
Travel
back through the branches of identity,
To the
trunk and into the roots, to that point,
That
speck of consciousness, that “I am”,
From
which your illusory dream arose.
There
you will find the truth of your being.
* * * *
The
reflections cast by maya
Have a
logic born of the order
Created
by the mind-body receiver,
Which
is, of course, also maya.
* * * *
What a unique
tribe seers are.
The
membership, no matter how it adds up,
Always
totals one.
* * * *
Sometimes
you wish you could again believe
The
delusionary world as you once did,
But no,
your destiny is the eternal,
And the
world is for the meek
Too
blind for the immortality
In
which you swim at ease.
* * * *
We are
monkeys with angelic potential.
* * * *
Watch
the world,
Watch
the watcher,
Watch
the watcher watching.
Where
is the infinity of oneness possible
Without
the other imagining all.
* * * *
What
serenity to go through a day, a week, a lifetime,
Harboring
no ill will toward any in your dreamtime world.
Highly unlikely,
but that is for each dream’s telling.
* * * *
It
would be a much more pleasant world
If we
would treat each other a bit more kindly,
If we
would be a bit less insecure in this mortal theatre.
But at
this time’s scribing, as in those of times of the first thoughts,
Humanity’s
evolutionary tack has not been of that benign nature.
We seem
at this point ignorantly resigned to a difficult lesson
From
which only history will glean the trial and tribulation.
* * * *
Treat
no other as you would not be treated.
* * * *
Realize
the commonality of all seeds
Of this
garden world or any other,
That
the genesis is the same for all,
And you
are merely one of an infinite cast,
One
temporal witness to the mystery of creation,
Center
stage for a brief dreamtime stroll through eternity.
* * * *
Subscribe
to no limitation, no boundary, no form.
Insist
on sovereignty with every particle of your being.
Though
you might well appear to be in the chains
Of one
servitude, one enslavement or another,
Let
nothing dampen the fire of your spirit within.
* * * *
Try to
discern and immerse in the oneness
Before
you market it for personal gain,
If you
have the stomach for it afterwards.
* * * *
To
witness fully without attachment,
To be
timelessly aloof and serene in time,
Is the
harmony of manifest godness.
* * * *
To daily wander
observing every moment within and without,
The mirror of
reflection seeing the one in all,
And the all in one.
* * * *
Identifying
with the food-body inspires a painful path through purgatory.
Throwing
off the false identification, peering beneath its busy shroud,
Discerning
its illusory nature, and cultivating the courage to realize
That
the witness prior to all reflections is the only sovereign issue,
That is
the pathless journey of those who seek eternal liberation.
* * * *
Who,
what, where, when, why, how is a free spirit?
* * * *
Anonymity is the best
teacher.
The flame finds those
who seek it.
* * * *
Every manner of mutt,
But for them with a few
generations
Of imaginary lineage.
* * * *
If
you want to ponder, then this little work
May be that for which
you are looking.
* * * *
Indomitable
will surrenders to reverence.
* * * *
Wonder
knows no discontent.
* * * *
Integrity
often has a relativity about it.
* * * *
The
unlimited is encased by thought.
* * * *
At some
point everything in this world
Leaves
that same dusty taste.
* * * *
Daily
you rise to a self-proclaimed role
Inspired
by the power of suggestion
Life
has molded your mind into.
* * * *
Money
and the value it represents
Is merely
the barren child of a lesser god.
* * * *
The
fear of letting go all sense of identity
Is
another facet of the desire for continuity.
* * * *
The
obvious is ever skewed by superstitious fear
And the
vain quest for glory, power and wealth.
It is
the hollow game of mammon-worshippers
Who
have used the concept of god to their ends
Since
the possibility was first conceived long ago.
* * * *
Many
seem to enjoy
The
trepidation of superstition,
Of
magical bargains with invisible powers,
Of complex
methods warding off evil and advancing good.
Ignorance
finds so many vain ways to play the game
Of
creating mind-made order out of that which
Has
ever been the eternal sovereignty.
* * * *
You do
not need all the details of human history
To
extrapolate the gist of its probable direction.
* * * *
Your
version of this dreamy universe
May
present a caste of players,
But in
this player’s vision,
All
parts are equal.
* * * *
Extinguish
the diversity,
And
your own end is clear.
* * * *
You
have been trained to participate
In
whatever society you were hatched into,
Ingrained
to support, compete, produce, consume,
To
follow vain leaders, to worship idols of church and state,
To
value the false gold of the wealthy and spiritually impoverished
Who,
through the collusion of all, have shaped this drama into hellish fare.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
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Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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