LXV
You
have no way of knowing
Why or
how any of this is happening.
Just do
the best you can with what you have,
And
call it when your hand plays out.
* * * *
Words
are the tethers between universes.
* * * *
Can you
even know what love is?
* * * *
You
cannot truly deny another’s
Little piece of
infinite Self.
* * * *
The
entire universe is but a quantum morsel
In the infinity of your
formless splendor.
* * * *
And
your point about that would be what to who?
* * * *
Where
the knowing and witness together abide,
That is
Kansas.
* * * *
Truth
is not a word.
* * * *
You who
have experienced
Every
possible pleasure and pain,
Every
birth and every death,
What
fear can haunt you?
What
craving can hold you?
What
delusion can entice you?
* * * *
What greater
height than to know
You are
the eye and hand of godness,
And
then to even let go that vision of heaven.
* * * *
Only
upon the crest of nowness
Can the
mortal born journey eternity.
* * * *
Confusing
and amusing.
* * * *
You
see, yet forget again and again.
* * * *
What is
courage? What is bravery?
There
are countless fields and arenas
Upon
which all battles and wars are cast,
Each
and every one beginning in the mind.
* * * *
Depending
on what level you approach it,
There
may or may not be anything to attain, save or alter.
* * * *
When
you judge you life through outward reflections,
You
subject yourself to the hellish netherworld of human vagary.
* * * *
There
has never been a moment you can hold onto.
* * * *
God
must love a soap opera.
* * * *
What
kind of play would it be
If
nobody believed it?
* * * *
Does
evil truly exist,
Or is
it merely ignorance, delusion
And
separation taken to extreme?
* * * *
Eternity
has all the time it needs
To play
out whatever it will.
* * * *
Caste
systems exist only in hell.
* * * *
What’s
in a grade but a dab of carbon
For a
lot of ludicrous stress and sweat.
* * * *
War’s
glory till its your blood oozing into the sand.
* * * *
You may
be born with a blank slate,
But
only till the circuit board is activated.
* * * *
Let
there be an end to all attempts to organize the spirit.
* * * *
To be
forgiven, forgive yourself.
* * * *
From
fool to sage, godness plays all.
* * * *
How
precarious the razored tightrope saddling heaven and hell.
* * * *
Anytime
you put someone on a pedestal, sooner or later
you are
bound to find reasons to tear them down.
* * * *
Societies
eventually mainstream their revolutionaries.
* * * *
From
chaos, order.
From
order, chaos.
Each
seeding each other,
Very
much the same.
* * * *
Purpose
is relative to time and circumstance.
The
meaning of life is arbitrarily founded
Upon
any given personal delusion.
* * * *
Where
can a center be in that which is indivisible?
* * * *
Peace
is a clear mind, attentive,
But
without the breezes and hurricanes
Of
attached dualistic thinking.
* * * *
Its all
a mirage.
You
just want the pleasure to be real.
* * * *
Do you
seek purpose and meaning?
Or do
they unfold with the moment?
* * * *
Participate
however you will,
But
forsake the world within.
* * * *
True
historians would
Use
their knowledge of time
To
sidestep its destructive patterns.
* * * *
How
challenging to face the aloneness
When we
are beasts of such a social nature.
* * * *
But for
consciousness,
Where
would eternity swim?
* * * *
Define
ignorance whatever way you will,
It is
ever the same ignorance.
* * * *
You can
only know what you see and measure,
But if
that is illusion, what of all your measurements?
* * * *
In
coming to grips with you divinity,
You
grasp the tangible, until you see it is not.
* * * *
The
only reconciliation is negation.
* * * *
Release
the I in the I am.
For
just this moment,
Forget
everyone and everything.
* * * *
It is
the most arduous thing
To
reside simply in the oneness.
We are
so attached to complication.
* * * *
Be
cautious about trusting a follower’s judgment.
* * * *
If you
could hear advice, you wouldn’t need it.
* * * *
How
ironic the repetitive delusion
That
you believe you can change anything
Which
has divisive intent at its root.
* * * *
A whole
mind is a peaceful mind.
* * * *
Just
what the world needs,
Another
newborn human being
In a
garden already infested.
* * * *
Sometimes
it just makes you crazy,
No
matter how much you try to detach.
* * * *
Sometimes
the scientist in you wants to end it all
Just to
discover if there really is anything
Beyond
this physical plane.
Does
anyone really know anything?
Or are
so many merely spouting comfortable lies
Which
do no one any real good and only increase the confusion?
* * * *
In the
windmills of the mind, Don Quixote duels the devil.
* * * *
If it
weren’t for that thin layer of lifeless skin,
That
babe would not even spark your attention.
* * * *
Something
will work out.
Whether
you like it or not,
Something
will always work out.
* * * *
Have
good moments whenever possible.
* * * *
Blunt
times require blunt words.
* * * *
Never
draw too heavily from the vein
Upon
which you feed
* * * *
The
bounds of form are the binds of time.
* * * *
End the
hunger.
* * * *
The
storms of all creation are in you.
* * * *
The
ultimate morality-based act would be suicide.
The
middle path is a bit less extreme.
* * * *
Love is
an indiscriminate reality.
* * * *
It is
the futile resistance
To
life’s momentary veil of continuity
Which
causes so much suffering.
* * * *
Too
many laws, rules and regulations create outlaws
Of
those who would otherwise not be.
* * * *
What
makes you think there is a plan to all this?
* * * *
We as a
species are so out of touch with the natural order,
So enamored
with our own self-absorbed egocentric creations,
That we
cannot begin to see balance even when its is
Slapping
across the face again and again.
* * * *
There
is only one field to which all are bound.
* * * *
For all
our self-proclaimed intelligence, we really are not
When it
comes to universal sense, when it comes to the big picture.
Heartfelt
apology and best wishes to all who must follow our sordid itinerary.
* * * *
Everybody’s
got an asshole;
Some
have one at both ends.
* * * *
Creation
is by its nature, change, and change is evolution.
How can
anyone believe they are not one in the same?
* * * *
From
the seed, the field manifests in life eternal.
* * * *
Hypocrisy
has countless variations
Just as
subtle as the deceptive pride-filled vanity
From
which its deceitful origin is molded.
* * * *
You are
your own experiment.
To what
end is the choice of the choiceless.
* * * *
What
can touch you but through you own collusion?
* * * *
A bag
of concepts, a treat for worms,
All the
play of eggs and sperms.
* * * *
If you
want godness to care about you,
You
must learn to care for yourself.
* * * *
Discern
the silence from which all image springs.
* * * *
Where
does all this craving come from?
What
blindness it creates.
* * * *
Your
life is free,
But the
rest will cost you.
* * * *
When it
comes to thoughts such as these,
Let god
do the marketing.
* * * *
Gawd,
all we need is another Jesus or Siddhartha
To add
to the human delusion.
* * * *
No
world, no universe, is the same.
And who
knows how many there are.
* * * *
What
you imagine it all to be, it is,
And it
is not, in a sort of sort of way.
* * * *
How
challenging not to take it seriously,
To just
laugh at the whole show.
* * * *
Who
would pass up an opportunity
To play
christ or buddha.
Moi.
* * * *
The
mind is a sequential apparatus
Creating
a view of time which is equally linear.
Time
exists as a fabricated assumption
Based
solely on the delusions
Of the
apparatus itself.
* * * *
What
can you truly make different than what it is?
* * * *
Sooner
or later you will listen.
* * * *
Objectivity
is an illusion.
All
manifestation is subjective interpretation.
* * * *
Find
contentment that the rock is rock
And the
mystery at the same time.
* * * *
The
real you has been every thing ever concocted
And no
thing all the while.
* * * *
The
pain of existence is non-existence,
Or is
it the other way around?
Or is
it the no-pain of one or the other? Or
what?
Hell, I
don’t know which which is what what.
I’m
just filling in the time, same as everyone else.
* * * *
The
traces of peace are between thoughts.
* * * *
So, do
you think you will ever be ready
To
surrender all your illusions?
* * * *
How
many patterns can maya weave?
Whew,
what an illusion!
* * * *
The
show will be over when your yearning for it is.
* * * *
Too
much of anything inevitably brings about a payback.
* * * *
Sometimes
it seems like this whole dream
Was
conjured for you and you alone.
Sort of
an amusement park for godness
To make
believe until it no longer amuses.
* * * *
It will
be through a groundswell of individuals
That
any necessary paradigm changes will ever be made.
Those
who pretend to lead will not lead where they are not followed.
* * * *
The
only solution involves psychological suicide.
* * * *
When you
ponder the dreaming of time,
Is it
by the second, minute, hour, day, week or year?
Or is
it by hundreds, thousands, millions and billions of years?
Or is
it all creative dissolution playing at preservation
As many
ever times it may have been?
* * * *
If
you were some Yahweh version of god,
You’d likely be very
disappointed,
And might even be
plotting
A plague or two,
Or some such deluge
thing.
* * * *
The
sovereign aloneness
Has always been at the
core
Of all creatures great
and small,
And all things in
general.
* * * *
Why
do you keep doubting that which is the point of doubt?
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The
unicity of the quantum is without compare.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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