LXIV
The key
to all knowledge, all mystery,
Is the
mind in which it originates.
* * * *
In a
moment your whole life
Is
naught but a memory.
* * * *
Of
might and right,
Right
is solely of mind.
* * * *
Surf
the eternal crest of time.
* * * *
What fools
we are to make money our god.
* * * *
How you
bounce back from any fall
Show
the metal of your soul.
* * * *
Honor
creates its own road.
* * * *
How can
someone be so foolish
As to
claim they would never do something
If they
have not experienced a similar circumstance?
* * * *
Peace
is just putting away your weapons
And
finding a niche in your community.
* * * *
These
thoughts about life are for those
Who see
the relativity of all gamesmanship.
* * * *
Every
thought you or anyone else may have
Is the
voice of godness brought forth
In the
play of consciousness.
* * * *
Perceive
your many appetites so well
That
you may nominate abstention
When
need or inclination arise.
Those
unable to control their vices
Are
like sails helpless before the wind.
* * * *
Why
look to others to verity your worth?
* * * *
The
cross is empathy,
The
blood its suffering.
No need
to eat the bread.
* * * *
The
many concoctions of consciousness,
Belief,
knowledge, call them what you will,
Require
effort, struggle, energetic response.
To be,
empty of all desire, free, is the way prior
To the
inevitable suffering of those seeking more.
* * * *
Are you
motivated by desire, by fear, by courage?
What inspires
you to push on in the day in, day out?
* * * *
Toy
with maya and it will toy back exponentially.
* * * *
What
makes us so sure the future
Will
care about our self-infatuation?
* * * *
Objectivity
is relative to its subjective origin.
* * * *
Is joy
the product of pleasure?
* * * *
What
glory is there in the butchery of technology?
* * * *
Creation
is evolution, and evolution, creation.
* * * *
Avoid
your aloneness, your inner void,
And you
will twist in the winds of your mind.
* * * *
The
limit is your imagination.
* * * *
How
little you can ever know.
* * * *
How
often self-protective thoughts
Only
weave more confusion and despair.
* * * *
When
the enforcers of order dissolve,
The
little folk must abide the harshness.
* * * *
Nothing
more tiring than self-righteous hypocrisy.
* * * *
You are
the oneness awakening.
* * * *
Separated
from the herd, the weak die.
* * * *
Meditation
is letting go the concerns
Of the
mind born of time.
* * * *
If you
are never taught to fear god,
You
will never find reason to.
* * * *
Get the
splinter out of your own eye
Before
you try jerking it out of everyone else’s.
* * * *
The
great consumption must eventually fall prey to its fate.
* * * *
Are you
harnessed by the craving for imagined value,
For the
false gold of a world destined to fade into oblivion?
* * * *
Will
you blame others for all your angst
Till
the day you die?
* * * *
History
is only as necessary
As you
choose to make it.
* * * *
Most
people wouldn’t know Jesus Christ
If he
came up and bonked them with his cross.
* * * *
To
attain the unattainable,
To
reach the immeasurable,
To see
the light, the truth, the way,
You
must be unattainable and immeasurable,
You
must be the light, the truth, the way
In the
ever-present, indefinable
Eternal,
unfolding now.
* * * *
Ah, but
we do enjoy our moments of revenge.
* * * *
The
thunder-perfect mind knows no other.
* * * *
The
awareness alone washes you clean.
* * * *
Any
artist knows creation and its evolution are joint ventures.
* * * *
So many
see this world for what it is,
Yet are
like hatchlings unable to pierce the shell
Of
suffering and achieve a greater freedom.
* * * *
The
well of eternity is infinitely deep within you.
* * * *
Time is
as time does.
Space
is as space does.
Space-time
is izzen and duzzin.
* * * *
The
other tries to convince you, persuade you,
That
this or that is so very important.
But
what is important,
And
what is not,
Has
ever been arbitrary
From
the get-go of all get-goes.
* * * *
Don’t
take it so seriously.
On
three, laugh heartily at yourself.
One,
two, three …
* * * *
Have no
enemies but those
Who
force your hand against them.
And
then only while it is a fist.
* * * *
What
self-absorption prayer.
* * * *
The
reality of this world can be harsh and cold.
The
great mother has birthed a savage garden.
To
approach the untamed tiger with brotherly love
Can be
lost upon its glistening, hungry fangs.
You may
attain universal peace within,
And
still rage on the battlefield.
* * * *
Things
usually cost much more
Than
the original price tag.
* * * *
We each
have our own very egocentric dream
Humility
is a rare flower in the human sea of pride.
* * * *
As so
many postulate this mystery and its source,
You get
created only to be strapped to the wheel of karma
On
which you must suffer and endure until you resolve the means
To
escape its gravitational clutches upon your imagination.
* * * *
Realize
that you are dismissed by others
As
readily as you dismiss them.
* * * *
Rock
and river trade places.
* * * *
It is a
mystery that you are.
Make no
claims as to knowing how or why
All
this came to be other than to say
I must
be that I Am from which
All
this has sprung.
* * * *
Life.
Something
we are drawn to
And
often repulsed by.
* * * *
Respect
your anus.
* * * *
Who is
the madder hatter,
One who
acknowledges every facet of potential,
Or the
one who confines himself to a confining few?
* * * *
Of love
and friendship,
Friendship
often endures longer.
* * * *
You
whine, you piss, you moan, you groan.
But
will you ever solve the despair with words?
Nothing
changes without your changing.
To modify
or break a pattern requires
Decision,
discipline and resolve.
* * * *
Why
would any god allow fear or craving into his heaven?
The
meek shall inherit the earth and all its mortal gold.
* * * *
There
ain’t no arguing with a bureaucrat
And his
little book of rules and regulations.
* * * *
You may
need to be hard to be soft
And
soft to be hard.
* * * *
Plan? You call this a plan!?
* * * *
The
foundation of order is chaos.
Of that
called free will, choicelessness.
Of any
and all patterning, that without attribute.
Of all
dualities, eternal oneness.
Ah, sweet
paradox,
Sweet
irony.
* * * *
The sight
that sees without seeing
Comes
only to those who at some point wonder
In unknowing
certainty, “There must be more to life than this.”
* * * *
The
generalist can appreciate expertise
Without
kow-towing to the so-called expert.
* * * *
Living
in a dualistic world, the One
Must
learn to negotiate a dualistic path.
* * * *
If
someone really values you,
They
won’t wait until you die to visit.
* * * *
Saviors
often find out far into the lake
That
few, if any, really wanted eternal salvation.
* * * *
What
makes you so sure you aren’t imagining everything?
What
makes you so sure of reality but a convincing set of collusions
That
commenced the moment you were born long before you were conceived.
* * * *
If you
didn’t identify yourself as a human being,
Would
you be so concerned about the survival of the species,
So
attached to its incessant megalomania?
Or
would you be rooting for its
Cancerous
demise?
* * * *
Wisdom
is discerned observation of pattern.
* * * *
What is
balanced living but what suits you?
* * * *
You are
perfectly imperfect.
* * * *
If you
see the chaos in the order,
You
will know the buddha in all.
* * * *
Loyal
to the one in all,
And the
all in one.
* * * *
Meditation
is resignation from context.
* * * *
You are
not responsible for that which you cannot control.
You may
ride the bull, but you cannot hope to ever tame it.
* * * *
What
vain burden the control
Of
power, fame and fortune.
* * * *
Given
many trails and switchbacks,
And no
sure vision into the future,
It is
likely you will pick many lessons
You
will not even a second time repeat.
* * * *
What a
deluded crew rides the bandwagon of nationalism.
* * * *
The
void gains more appeal daily.
* * * *
Freedom
is the stillness within.
* * * *
All
paths to glory, no matter the guise,
Are as
hollow and temporal as a whirlwind.
* * * *
You’ve
taught yourself everything you know.
* * * *
The
only justice on a monopoly board
Is greed
capped by more greed.
* * * *
The
remedy is in the seeing.
* * * *
There
ain’t no cures in derogatory slurs.
* * * *
What
government has ever truly been for its people?
What
religion was not devised to manipulate its followers?
* * * *
Unrestrained
interest in anything
Creates
its own discipline.
* * * *
What a
different world it would be
If
people had best intentions toward others,
If the
Golden Rule was more than an empty mouthing.
* * * *
You can
discern truth only when you set aside,
Put
into abeyance, all the propaganda of time.
* * * *
So many
calling everyone else assholes
That
they cannot see their own.
* * * *
A
mystic is one who intuits what cannot be seen.
* * * *
Any
other creature on this planet
Knows
how to charge, hide or retreat
Without
surfing the muddy waters of ego.
* * * *
Those
few who aren’t afraid
To step
back and think about things
Are the
true winners in life.
* * * *
The
issue is not the number of material goods,
But
one’s attachment to them.
* * * *
What does
anyone love or hate in another
But
their own reflection?
* * * *
An what
exactly is this field of data you ponder so?
* * * *
Is
there to be an end to all confusion?
* * * *
Those
who need to control are least fit to truly lead.
* * * *
Hope
puts off responsibility for decisions
Forged
in the momentary stillness of eternity,
That
pointless point where all wheels travel the road.
* * * *
Is
humanity’s journey a foregone conclusion,
Or will
it someday rise to a collective comprehension
Of the
eternal essence, of the unequivocal mystery within all?
Not, it
appears, without apocalyptic intervention.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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