28 August 2013

Chapter 65 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


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.

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Words are the tethers between universes.

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Can you even know what love is?

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You cannot truly deny another’s
Little piece of infinite Self.

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The entire universe is but a quantum morsel
In the infinity of your formless splendor.

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And your point about that would be what to who?

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Where the knowing and witness together abide,
That is Kansas.

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Truth is not a word.

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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?

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What greater height than to know
You are the eye and hand of godness,
And then to even let go that vision of heaven.

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Only upon the crest of nowness
Can the mortal born journey eternity.

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Confusing and amusing.

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You see, yet forget again and again.

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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.

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Depending on what level you approach it,
There may or may not be anything to attain, save or alter.

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When you judge you life through outward reflections,
You subject yourself to the hellish netherworld of human vagary.

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There has never been a moment you can hold onto.

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God must love a soap opera.

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What kind of play would it be
If nobody believed it?

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Does evil truly exist,
Or is it merely ignorance, delusion
And separation taken to extreme?

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Eternity has all the time it needs
To play out whatever it will.

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Caste systems exist only in hell.

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What’s in a grade but a dab of carbon
For a lot of ludicrous stress and sweat.

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War’s glory till its your blood oozing into the sand.

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You may be born with a blank slate,
But only till the circuit board is activated.

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Let there be an end to all attempts to organize the spirit.

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To be forgiven, forgive yourself.

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From fool to sage, godness plays all.

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How precarious the razored tightrope saddling heaven and hell.

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Anytime you put someone on a pedestal, sooner or later
you are bound to find reasons to tear them down.

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Societies eventually mainstream their revolutionaries.

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From chaos, order.
From order, chaos.
Each seeding each other,
Very much the same.

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Purpose is relative to time and circumstance.
The meaning of life is arbitrarily founded
Upon any given personal delusion.

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Where can a center be in that which is indivisible?

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Peace is a clear mind, attentive,
But without the breezes and hurricanes
Of attached dualistic thinking.

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Its all a mirage.
You just want the pleasure to be real.

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Do you seek purpose and meaning?
Or do they unfold with the moment?

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Participate however you will,
But forsake the world within.

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True historians would
Use their knowledge of time
To sidestep its destructive patterns.

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How challenging to face the aloneness
When we are beasts of such a social nature.

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But for consciousness,
Where would eternity swim?

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Define ignorance whatever way you will,
It is ever the same ignorance.

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You can only know what you see and measure,
But if that is illusion, what of all your measurements?

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In coming to grips with you divinity,
You grasp the tangible, until you see it is not.

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The only reconciliation is negation.

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Release the I in the I am.
For just this moment,
Forget everyone and everything.

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It is the most arduous thing
To reside simply in the oneness.
We are so attached to complication.

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Be cautious about trusting a follower’s judgment.

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If you could hear advice, you wouldn’t need it.

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How ironic the repetitive delusion
That you believe you can change anything
Which has divisive intent at its root.

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A whole mind is a peaceful mind.

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Just what the world needs,
Another newborn human being
In a garden already infested.

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Sometimes it just makes you crazy,
No matter how much you try to detach.

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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?

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In the windmills of the mind, Don Quixote duels the devil.

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If it weren’t for that thin layer of lifeless skin,
That babe would not even spark your attention.

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Something will work out.
Whether you like it or not,
Something will always work out.

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Have good moments whenever possible.

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Blunt times require blunt words.

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Never draw too heavily from the vein
Upon which you feed

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The bounds of form are the binds of time.

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End the hunger.

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The storms of all creation are in you.

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The ultimate morality-based act would be suicide.
The middle path is a bit less extreme.

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Love is an indiscriminate reality.

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It is the futile resistance
To life’s momentary veil of continuity
Which causes so much suffering.

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Too many laws, rules and regulations create outlaws
Of those who would otherwise not be.

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What makes you think there is a plan to all this?

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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.

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There is only one field to which all are bound.

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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.

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Everybody’s got an asshole;
Some have one at both ends.

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Creation is by its nature, change, and change is evolution.
How can anyone believe they are not one in the same?

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From the seed, the field manifests in life eternal.

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Hypocrisy has countless variations
Just as subtle as the deceptive pride-filled vanity
From which its deceitful origin is molded.

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You are your own experiment.
To what end is the choice of the choiceless.

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What can touch you but through you own collusion?

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A bag of concepts, a treat for worms,
All the play of eggs and sperms.

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If you want godness to care about you,
You must learn to care for yourself.

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Discern the silence from which all image springs.

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Where does all this craving come from?
What blindness it creates.

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Your life is free,
But the rest will cost you.

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When it comes to thoughts such as these,
Let god do the marketing.

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Gawd, all we need is another Jesus or Siddhartha
To add to the human delusion.

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No world, no universe, is the same.
And who knows how many there are.

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What you imagine it all to be, it is,
And it is not, in a sort of sort of way.

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How challenging not to take it seriously,
To just laugh at the whole show.

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Who would pass up an opportunity
To play christ or buddha.
Moi.

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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.

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What can you truly make different than what it is?

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Sooner or later you will listen.

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Objectivity is an illusion.
All manifestation is subjective interpretation.

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Find contentment that the rock is rock
And the mystery at the same time.

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The real you has been every thing ever concocted
And no thing all the while.

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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.

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The traces of peace are between thoughts.

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So, do you think you will ever be ready
To surrender all your illusions?

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How many patterns can maya weave?
Whew, what an illusion!

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The show will be over when your yearning for it is.

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Too much of anything inevitably brings about a payback.

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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.

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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.

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The only solution involves psychological suicide.

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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?

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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.

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The sovereign aloneness
Has always been at the core
Of all creatures great and small,
And all things in general.

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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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