LXII
In
examining the claim of free will closely,
You
must ask yourself if you chose
Your gender,
color, body shape and health,
Your culture,
language, socioeconomic level, and so on.
Many claim
it so, but is any assertion more than empty speculation?
Is free
will merely another hollow concept, another delusion of the self-absorbed mind
Continually
fabricating rationales for that which it can never begin to know.
* * * *
By what
leap of imagination
Did we
ever conclude politicians
Were or
would ever be a true leaders?
Beware
any and all who seek to guide you.
There
are many an unwritten agenda.
That
ever again fell the gullible.
* * * *
No
foundation will stand the test of time.
All
succumb to the dusty eternal nature,
To the
ocean’s unfettered push and pull.
* * * *
There
will always be more
For
those who ceaselessly crave more.
* * * *
In the
midst of playing any game,
It is
wise not to lose site of the board
On
which the pieces must play.
* * * *
In
time’s theatric passing
There
will be many experiences
You
will need never repeat.
* * * *
What
are the odds in a battle of wits and fang
Between
a wolf and its domesticated cousin?
* * * *
Water
flows many directions, but only one way.
* * * *
We are
all sucked into the vortex of history’s future.
* * * *
You are
the king and slave of creation.
* * * *
As much
as so many may wish it so,
Truth
is not attainable in the realm of consciousness.
The
kingdoms of the known cannot lay claim to more than illusion.
* * * *
Your
fate is assured.
Look
beyond it
For the
answer to all riddles.
* * * *
The
sage sees adversity and fortune
With
the same impersonal equanimity.
* * * *
Listen
closely, peer into any unknown,
And any
language, any set of concepts
Will
awaken within your field of knowing.
* * * *
Rightness
is the obvious.
* * * *
The
anarchists of today
Become
the kings of tomorrow.
* * * *
The
flowing babble of the river
Is the
causing effecting and the effecting causing.
* * * *
You
will never see your identity
But
through the reflections
Mirrored
by the dreamer within.
All
attachments are creators of duality.
* * * *
What
difference really
Between
a trough and a table fully set?
* * * *
What is
the peak to which all climbers aspire?
* * * *
Life is
the exploration of capacity and limitation.
* * * *
The
tethers of your mind mold time.
* * * *
Why do
you choose to suffer?
* * * *
How can
you abide in one-pointedness
When
reality is completely pointless?
Consciousness
is the only point-maker.
* * * *
The
time which once seem far in the future
Approaches
with a steadfast sureness
And
seemingly increasing speed.
* * * *
Perhaps
godness is as small as it is large.
* * * *
Does
inner vision have anything to do
With
sight as it is known?
* * * *
The
medleys of imagination
Have little
to do with reality.
* * * *
All
roles are assumed.
* * * *
Only in
fragmentation
Is
there the vain craving
For it
to be more than it is.
* * * *
Personality
is a temporal pattern
An
expression, a cross-stitch in time,
A brief
chord in the symphony of creation,
A drop
in the ocean of consciousness,
A dream
in the mind of godness.
* * * *
There
are many who would do all a favor
By
saying and doing much less.
* * * *
All
assumption is founded in time.
* * * *
Why
should you care?
* * * *
Is freedom
What
you are when you do,
Or what
you do when you are?
* * * *
That
from which conscious light issues,
That to
which it returns, you are that.
Immortal,
eternal, infinite, whole, sovereign.
* * * *
Space-time,
does it move?
And who
is keeping count?
* * * *
It’s
either one way or the other.
* * * *
Use the
mind and nervous system
To step
beyond its mortal origin.
* * * *
There
is truly nothing without it, yet consciousness
Continuously
creates every vain notion to mask it.
* * * *
Meaning
and purpose are interwoven with self-imagery.
* * * *
You are
the answer to all questions,
The
dreamer of all dreams,
The
truth of all truths,
The end
to all beginnings
And the
beginning to all endings.
* * * *
Nirvana
is merely the cessation
Of
consciousness from all patterns.
* * * *
The
forms are the gold,
But the
gold is not the form.
* * * *
Whatever
changing is yet to unfold
Originates
individually and collectively.
We are
in it together whatever the outcome.
* * * *
Trust
god to kill you for all your trouble.
* * * *
Choice
implies duality.
Where
there is only one,
What
choice can there be?
* * * *
Godness
endures existence
In
order to reflect upon that
Which
can never be known.
* * * *
Those
who are easily offended
Need to
question their assumptions.
Only
images are offended.
* * * *
Death.
One
moment you’re there, the next you’re not.
Was
life ever really that much different?
* * * *
Passion
inevitably leads to conflict and division.
* * * *
All you
experience is created within
Through
neurological transformation.
* * * *
Free
will is defined by capacity and limitation,
By
environmental influence and genetic predisposition.
To
consider it free is another delusional construct.
* * * *
Accept
life for what it is.
All
resistance to fate is futile.
* * * *
We are
all immortal time travelers.
* * * *
What
has ever made you believe you could ever be
Anything
the mind could ever concoct?
* * * *
You
behave what you believe.
* * * *
What
will you do
When
all the promises
Prove unsustainable.
* * * *
Do not
seek immortality.
Discern
it coursing in every fiber.
* * * *
How
long must life’s play continue
For you
to divine its true meaning?
* * * *
Passions
spring forth ever again,
Yet
retrospect often questions
What
any tumult is worth.
* * * *
Life is
filled with struggle.
Why do
some thrive in its midst
While
others surrender and seek its end?
Is
there a movement past the psychological resistance
Creating
so much divisive strife and mischief?
All of
it the same, yet every variation
Fate
seems intent to play.
* * * *
God is
as dead as you are.
* * * *
Ego is
founded entirely upon
A set
of perceived assumptions.
* * * *
The
womb is the die cup of time.
* * * *
Is the
real issue what they think,
Or what
you think they might think?
* * * *
The
source is ever the source
No
matter its label or definition.
* * * *
You ask
the world to change,
But
will not change yourself.
* * * *
Immortality
creates its own sanity.
* * * *
To
shroud existence
With
nobility and romance
Is ever
a comforting delusion.
* * * *
How
else could the mystery ponder itself
But
through your eyes?
* * * *
Muzzling
the dog solves the problem before it happens.
* * * *
All
action is inertia.
All
causes become effects and all effects, causes.
Among
the most basic laws of the natural order,
The
balance of all causes equals all effects,
And the
synergy of time’s permutations
Inevitably
play out predictable conclusion.
* * * *
God
owes you nothing.
* * * *
First
blood wakes up the basic nature.
* * * *
What
need have you to see it all
Once
you know you are all of it?
* * * *
How can
you be free
If your
inner vision is colored
By the
propaganda of time?
* * * *
Peace
without is not possible
Until
it is discerned within.
* * * *
What a
burden desire can be.
* * * *
What
peace can thought truly offer?
Its
suspension is the only resolution.
* * * *
Seeing
one’s Self, seeing the no other,
Is a
vision which requires no mirror.
* * * *
Judgments
are cast of the form
And the
brief span of its pretense.
* * * *
To be
unconcerned
Even
for your own opinions,
Now
that is freedom.
* * * *
You may
choose to do things the same,
But you
are not bound to any action.
* * * *
If you
cannot put aside you pride to see it,
Then
you are damned to the timeless,
Eternal
hell of your own making.
* * * *
How
fortunate those who find
Even
the mundane exceptional.
* * * *
How
much more simple the life
Of the
one who accepts its offering.
* * * *
You are
the whimsical nature of that which is prior.
* * * *
In any
garden there is the planting,
The
pruning, the thinning,
And the
harvest.
* * * *
Are you
pretending to know something you really do not?
* * * *
If god
wasn’t merely a concept,
Why do
so many find it necessary
To
mitigate their various doubts
Through
endless persuasion?
* * * *
How
strange to be judged by another
For
something you cannot help.
* * * *
Voluntary
activity is motivated and enjoyable.
* * * *
We as a
species are generally unable to examine
The
founding assumptions of our consciousness.
* * * *
Ignorance
alone is one thing, ignorance multiplied another.
But
exponential ignorance is reckoned only in chaos.
* * * *
Is any
organized religion anything more
Than a
reflex of superstitious, undiscerning minds?
The
dread of the unknown, or more accurately,
The
illusory security blanket of the known.
* * * *
The
more dogmatic, the harsher the judgments.
* * * *
Most of
your ancestors never even watched one movie,
Read a
book, drove a car, listened to a stereo...
And
still you ceaselessly grasp for more.
Is
there any end to your thirst?
If you
were truly happy,
Would
there be more to want?
* * * *
Time,
the present unfolding,
Is seen
through the screen of memory.
How
each flavors it is left to personal discretion.
Objectivity
is the most subtle delusion.
* * * *
Take
any corner, any angle too fast
And
you’re bound to crash and burn.
* * * *
You
who believe your identity real.
It is you who are truly
mad,
* * * *
All
seeds originate of the same source,
Blown
into life by a causeless mystery.
*
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
World
Rights Reserved