LXVI
Who can
prove that you really have any choice in this?
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Humanity
is so out of touch with the source.
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We all
die as ignorant and a newborn.
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Remember
who you have always really been
Is not
about any reincarnation.
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It is
ridiculous to imagine you or anyone else is some messiah.
Even if
there was something to save, no one could.
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Time
does not die.
Life is
not a circle.
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Perhaps
the other is blind that you might see.
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Commitment
is such strange fodder to the timeless.
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A
crowded mind is a storm in space.
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In one
sense there have been many christs and buddhas.
In
another there has only been one.
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Reality
is not a concept.
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The
delusion is believing your ego has created all this.
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We have
much more in common than not.
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If you
only repeat what others say,
You
will never discover anything for yourself.
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See
what growing up entails,
And
bypass it for a continuing childhood.
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Balloons
have a lot of colors and shapes, too.
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It is
the fluctuation of desire
Which
creates the havoc.
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Realize
these writing are a personal narrative,
Full of
parochial as well as profound aphorisms.
Do not
make it into a drama, but a working manual
Which
inspires reflections aiding the excursion home.
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Vanity
flares in any passion.
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The
only solution to the human dilemma,
To the
pox of ego identification,
The
confusion of free will,
Is a
paradigm of god consciousness
Within
all.
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The
relativity includes you.
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Declare
what you please,
It is
your moment to moment
Which
tell the true tale.
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The
free have no need
For the
conceptual ladders
Of
tradition, symbolism and ritual.
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Leave
no duality unchecked.
None
are more than temporal fabrication.
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What is
the last passion?
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How
rigorous the journey born of time.
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Anytime
you start playing rough,
Sooner
or later someone is going to hurt.
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It is
all just an infinite patterning, a holograph
Playing
at the game of time and space.
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The
order we have fabricated out of chaos
Is
mortared of chaos.
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The
only difference between a sage and any other is discipline,
The
strength to ride the the passionate mind a bit more adeptly.
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The
river to heaven begins in hell.
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What
will we do when we have killed off or domesticated the wild,
When we
have flooded the world with tortured human souls,
When we
have made this incredible garden of mystery
Into a
cesspool of avarice and divisive concepts?
What
will it take for us to see the gold of clay?
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How
difficult not to abuse power.
It is
the aphrodisiac of pride.
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Any
devil is merely an angel
Who has
lost sight of the way home.
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Work
out your own law,
But do
not expect that any other
Will
embrace it completely.
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Free
will is a prison for many.
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All
born of time play out the destiny of its patterning.
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Give it
up, honey.
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For the
pride, we suffer so much.
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Reality
is neither female nor male.
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Comfort
and change do not always go hand-in-hand.
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What’s
to take personal?
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The
only way to follow this scribe
Is take
a good clear look inside.
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We are
very confused
Because
we have lost touch
With
the answer within.
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The way
is clear.
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Vanquish
your own ego before you judge another’s.
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You are
choiceless witness to time’s paradox.
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Nothing
to gain, nothing to lose.
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The ego
is thought frozen in time.
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How
arduous to be content
When
surrounded by so many who are not.
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We lack
consideration and compassion
For the
world we pass on to the unborn.
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Humans
are political animals
With
self-interest the foundation,
Whether
focused on union or conflict.
Exceptions
only prove the world.
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End all
measuring
Return
to wonder.
* * * *
All
knowledge is finite.
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Nothing
is accomplished
Without
focus on the task at hand.
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You are
as clear and you wish to be.
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You
never know when you’ll run into a vampire,
Or an
angel.
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Why
should you be afraid of, or apologetic about
What
you are or do?
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Don’t
be too attached to silly putty.
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So
alone.
* * * *
Those
who chase illusion are forever thirsty.
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It’s
all whatever you are used to.
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The
play of consciousness so easily forgets its home.
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Without
you there can be no heaven or earth.
* * * *
Avoid
letting a lesser vision sway you.
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You’ll
be dead before you know it.
* * * *
The art
of fishing is allowing the fish to catch itself.
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The
powers that be always twist the words of truth to their own ends.
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It’s
all alive in its own eternal way.
* * * *
You are
an opportunity to exist
As
capacity and limitation allow.
* * * *
There
are ultimately, of course,
No
limitations to the scope of the play.
* * * *
Keep
wiping away the dust and nothing’s left.
* * * *
What is
the point of sentencing
A child or any other lifeform
To an
existence which lacks merit?
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Self-absorption
is a hellish drifting.
* * * *
Age
does not make an asshole wiser.
Give
wisdom and bullshit their respective dues.
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Is it
love? Is it passion?
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The
mystery of it all is that the godness
Will
surrender indiscriminately, without hesitation,
To
whatever part the patterning creates.
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Anyone
is what they do
Much
more than what they say.
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Why
narrow your Self with a label?
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Just
because someone can communicate
Doesn’t
mean they can think clearly.
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Is it
better a bad man die that none suffer the future with his presence,
Or a
good man die that we model our future in some like-imagined manner?
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Judge
no other for ye surely judge your Self most hardily.
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What decisions
to make, which direction to take
Once
the immortal sovereignty is discerned
Is the
dividing line between those who fall
And
those who see from upon the throne.
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The
outcome of all these thoughts
Is
either to play Buddha or forsake the world,
The
same in either case.
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Imitation
doesn’t offer much to chew on.
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The
grip you allow time in the mind
Is the
course of free will’s choosing.
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These
thoughts are given with brief hesitation,
For
there is no insight into the ends they may take.
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Are we
really any more than water bags of self-interest?
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How
arduous for the intelligent
To
suffer the many inanities of others
Bound
so firmly in limitation and ignorance.
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The
psychic vampires of the world
Are the
ill-treated and neglected.
Did you
expect they would not
Someday
harvest a revenge?
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So much
of what any of us do in our lives
Is
correlated to the genetic predisposition
To gain
approval from one other or another.
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The
wanting creates the goal.
And if
you want very little,
Or
nothing at all … ?
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Godness
is not outside you.
It is
the witnessing within.
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The
little people either envy, ridicule or ignore the climbers.
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Real
revolution is the conquest of time.
It is
the discerning surrender to eternity.
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It
seems to be the nature of this dreamtime
To find
countless ways to destroy its creations.
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You
think there is just one anti-christ?
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Wake up
and smell the coffee.
Its
ever coffee no matter the blend.
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Your
body?! What vanity!
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Challenge
the patterns however you will,
The
patterning plays on and on and on.
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The
challenge of drugs is not letting them sway
Your
temporal self-absorbed delusions even further.
Don’t
freak out, get a grip on the mind’s jaunts into fear.
Chances
are no one is really even paying attention to you.
Be
familiar enough with your routines, your patterns,
That
nothing out of the ordinary takes place.
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Second-guessing
history is a good way to prove
You
probably wouldn’t do much better.
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The
origin of time was set in motion
With
the division of male and female,
With
the countless mutations of meiosis,
And the
astonishing number of permutations
Its
potential creates in the play of consciousness.
* * * *
You
need not explain, you need not justify your truth to any other.
That
you feel and know it to the depths of your being is enough.
* * * *
Time
really does stand quite still.
* * * *
Alone,
amid all, sovereign.
* * * *
Alas,
we do seem to hate this world.
So
tragic, this overpowering fear
Of that
which created us all.
* * * *
Words
cannot capture your soul.
* * * *
We know
so much, and so little.
All the
same, all the same.
* * * *
There
is more to sound than what is heard.
There
is more to sight than what is seen.
There
is more to touch than what is felt.
There
is more to taste than what is tasted.
There
is more to smell than what is smelled.
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Wow.
* * * *
What
choice have you left a cornered tiger?
* * * *
You
cannot wake the dead.
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The
word, the universe,
Is
whatever you imagine it to be.
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The global economy, a
Ponzi scheme, très grand.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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