28 August 2013

Chapter 64 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


LXIV

The key to all knowledge, all mystery,
Is the mind in which it originates.

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In a moment your whole life
Is naught but a memory.

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Of might and right,
Right is solely of mind.

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Surf the eternal crest of time.

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What fools we are to make money our god.

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How you bounce back from any fall
Show the metal of your soul.

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Honor creates its own road.

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How can someone be so foolish
As to claim they would never do something
If they have not experienced a similar circumstance?

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Peace is just putting away your weapons
And finding a niche in your community.

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These thoughts about life are for those
Who see the relativity of all gamesmanship.

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Every thought you or anyone else may have
Is the voice of godness brought forth
In the play of consciousness.

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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.

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Why look to others to verity your worth?

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The cross is empathy,
The blood its suffering.
No need to eat the bread.

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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.

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Are you motivated by desire, by fear, by courage?
What inspires you to push on in the day in, day out?

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Toy with maya and it will toy back exponentially.

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What makes us so sure the future
Will care about our self-infatuation?

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Objectivity is relative to its subjective origin.

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Is joy the product of pleasure?

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What glory is there in the butchery of technology?

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Creation is evolution, and evolution, creation.

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Avoid your aloneness, your inner void,
And you will twist in the winds of your mind.

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The limit is your imagination.

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How little you can ever know.

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How often self-protective thoughts
Only weave more confusion and despair.

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When the enforcers of order dissolve,
The little folk must abide the harshness.

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Nothing more tiring than self-righteous hypocrisy.

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You are the oneness awakening.

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Separated from the herd, the weak die.

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Meditation is letting go the concerns
Of the mind born of time.

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If you are never taught to fear god,
You will never find reason to.

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Get the splinter out of your own eye
Before you try jerking it out of everyone else’s.

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The great consumption must eventually fall prey to its fate.

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Are you harnessed by the craving for imagined value,
For the false gold of a world destined to fade into oblivion?

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Will you blame others for all your angst
Till the day you die?

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History is only as necessary
As you choose to make it.

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Most people wouldn’t know Jesus Christ
If he came up and bonked them with his cross.

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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.

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Ah, but we do enjoy our moments of revenge.

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The thunder-perfect mind knows no other.

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The awareness alone washes you clean.

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Any artist knows creation and its evolution are joint ventures.

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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.

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The well of eternity is infinitely deep within you.

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Time is as time does.
Space is as space does.
Space-time is izzen and duzzin.

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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.

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Don’t take it so seriously.
On three, laugh heartily at yourself.
One, two, three …

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Have no enemies but those
Who force your hand against them.
And then only while it is a fist.

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What self-absorption prayer.

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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.

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Things usually cost much more
Than the original price tag.

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We each have our own very egocentric dream
Humility is a rare flower in the human sea of pride.

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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.

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Realize that you are dismissed by others
As readily as you dismiss them.

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Rock and river trade places.

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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.

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Life.
Something we are drawn to
And often repulsed by.

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Respect your anus.

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Who is the madder hatter,
One who acknowledges every facet of potential,
Or the one who confines himself to a confining few?

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Of love and friendship,
Friendship often endures longer.

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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.

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Why would any god allow fear or craving into his heaven?
The meek shall inherit the earth and all its mortal gold.

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There ain’t no arguing with a bureaucrat
And his little book of rules and regulations.

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You may need to be hard to be soft
And soft to be hard.

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Plan?  You call this a plan!?

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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.

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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.”

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The generalist can appreciate expertise
Without kow-towing to the so-called expert.

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Living in a dualistic world, the One
Must learn to negotiate a dualistic path.

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If someone really values you,
They won’t wait until you die to visit.

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Saviors often find out far into the lake
That few, if any, really wanted eternal salvation.

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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.

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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?

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Wisdom is discerned observation of pattern.

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What is balanced living but what suits you?

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You are perfectly imperfect.

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If you see the chaos in the order,
You will know the buddha in all.

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Loyal to the one in all,
And the all in one.

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Meditation is resignation from context.

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You are not responsible for that which you cannot control.
You may ride the bull, but you cannot hope to ever tame it.

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What vain burden the control
Of power, fame and fortune.

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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.

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What a deluded crew rides the bandwagon of nationalism.

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The void gains more appeal daily.

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Freedom is the stillness within.

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All paths to glory, no matter the guise,
Are as hollow and temporal as a whirlwind.

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You’ve taught yourself everything you know.

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The only justice on a monopoly board
Is greed capped by more greed.

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The remedy is in the seeing.

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There ain’t no cures in derogatory slurs.

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What government has ever truly been for its people?
What religion was not devised to manipulate its followers?

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Unrestrained interest in anything
Creates its own discipline.

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What a different world it would be
If people had best intentions toward others,
If the Golden Rule was more than an empty mouthing.

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You can discern truth only when you set aside,
Put into abeyance, all the propaganda of time.

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So many calling everyone else assholes
That they cannot see their own.

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A mystic is one who intuits what cannot be seen.

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Any other creature on this planet
Knows how to charge, hide or retreat
Without surfing the muddy waters of ego.

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Those few who aren’t afraid
To step back and think about things
Are the true winners in life.

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The issue is not the number of material goods,
But one’s attachment to them.

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What does anyone love or hate in another
But their own reflection?

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An what exactly is this field of data you ponder so?

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Is there to be an end to all confusion?

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Those who need to control are least fit to truly lead.

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Hope puts off responsibility for decisions
Forged in the momentary stillness of eternity,
That pointless point where all wheels travel the road.

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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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