LXVII
The
irony and paradox is that we are all the everything and the nothing,
So
desperately determined to somehow become something more.
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Who,
what, when, where, why, how,
Will
you hear the soundless sound?
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At the
root of any given topic
Is the
study of consciousness.
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Kill
all you please.
None
die.
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You are
in the grip of time,
Though
without you
Through
which to act,
It
would not, could not be.
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Justice
is a function of the might
From
which it blossoms.
Might
makes right
Through
the muscle of its intention.
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What
point is there in knowing in reality
The
answer to why ignorance
Flowers
so persistently?
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Who
made the first choice? Is there any such
thing?
Or is
it merely another dulling, empty concept
In a
dream of fabricated assumptions?
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Will
you ever work out your karma with me?
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Seek
that which knows no other.
* * * *
The
real universe
Is not
a fabrication of consciousness.
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How
fascinating the rationales wealth allows.
* * * *
What
attachment can awareness have
To any
of will’s countless acts?
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Hopefully
these words
Do not
cause the blaspheme
So many
others have.
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Who is
the who, who embraces so many passions?
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The
play wears to the same conclusion
No
matter which way you look.
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With
collective dismay
We
watch our fate unfold.
* * * *
Paranoia
is the mind running wild
Of its
own incoherent reasoning.
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What
need have you
To
belong in this world?
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As
distinct as any bubble
In a
frothing, humming jacuzzi,
You are
only a tiny bit more long-lived,
In a
divinely fictitious sort of way, of course.
* * * *
Get
past veiled definitions of yourself.
It’s a
god eat god, god touch god, god taste god,
God
hear god, god smell god, god love god, god hate god,
God
damned illusionary, delusionary, confused world,
In an
otherwise perfectly orchestrated universe.
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The
veil takes countless forms.
* * * *
You
spend you life
Defining
its narrow resolution.
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Joy and
suffering are both temporal.
The
ultimate requires neither.
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Could
hell be that much worse
That
this world is for some?
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What
task can you fully enjoy
If you
approach is with dreadful anticipation?
* * * *
Maybe
I’m talking to you,
Maybe I’m
talking to myself.
Is it
really any different?
* * * *
To read
these words
And not
make them dogmatic
Will be
your challenge.
* * * *
Do you
enjoy forgetting?
* * * *
No
solutions from this corner.
Just
another way of looking at things,
A set
of reflections of another you
Bound
in the play of time.
* * * *
Have
you been taught, have you learned,
To
resent yourself and the world?
* * * *
If I am
in some future lifetime
Required
to become a Christian, Hindu or Otherism,
I am indeed
doomed to live out eternity in hell.
* * * *
Why be
bothered by anything?
* * * *
Heal
thy Self,
Love
thy Self.
* * * *
Now is
the no-man’s land of time.
* * * *
Except
in the most abstract sense,
You
cannot separate yourself
From
your context.
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How
many notebooks, pads and scraps of paper
Has it
taken to scribe these many reflections?
* * * *
This
where I Am,
So this
is what I write about.
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Be the
ignorance.
It is
the eternal salvation,
You so
prideful seek.
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We give
such power to sound.
* * * *
How
many vie to leave some mark,
Some
sign that they existed?
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How can
you help but eventually offend
A
person easily offended?
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End
your commitment to time.
* * * *
It has
nothing to do
With
what you think you are.
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It says
one thing one time,
An
opposite thing another time.
Why
can’t the scribe be consistent?
Ah, the
irony of earth, water, wind and fire.
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No
further questions, your honor.
* * * *
Let all
the others take the credit.
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Whether
conspired or just a synergy of ignorance,
We have
placed ourselves and this world in harm’s way.
* * * *
That
trail of nouns you ponder so thoroughly
Will
only be important as long as you exist.
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Put
yourself in that cage, aquarium or back yard.
Put
yourself in the hands of a scientific experiment,
The
ripping end of a chainsaw, a shrinking net,
A
hunter’s gun sight, or a spray of poison.
Empathy
brews a world of bedfellows.
* * * *
How can
you examine your own blood under a microscope
And not
fathom that you too are of the same mystery?
Our
blindness, our denial of reality is the greatest irony.
* * * *
Every
day you wake up to the same old tired conclusions.
* * * *
The
storm of eternity thunders into consciousness.
* * * *
It is
those who believe in birth and death who create karma.
* * * *
Once
you begin something,
A
conclusion is inevitable.
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You are
angel and devil in the same breath.
* * * *
We are
so fixated on believing
Knowledge
is the key to everything,
That
science will solve all the problems
Created
by denial of intuitive common sense.
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Adapt
or die.
* * * *
Consciousness
concocts the maze of the universal drama.
It is
the key to existence, the answer to its dissolution.
Without
its movement, the walls cannot stand.
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Who
knows what history will make of you.
* * * *
Women
tend to hibernate in the middle ground of maya
While
men play fool or genius at either end of the spectrum.
* * * *
We are
consuming our way to a new existence.
* * * *
Denial
is viable if you wish to live insanely.
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We tend
to make god as vain as we are.
* * * *
Home
being wherever you are,
Rest
easy in it.
* * * *
Fortunately
for the world,
I
choose to be harmless.
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You are
infinity locked in a bottle.
* * * *
How can
you see the eye of god
But
through your own?
* * * *
Seek
simple solutions to complex problems.
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The
further you look into either past or future,
The
less you will touch the present.
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What
lies you weave for yourself.
* * * *
What if
you came as your children
With
you as their parent?
* * * *
Can a
drop be any less godness than the entire ocean?
Only to
those who measure.
* * * *
Time
opens the gate now.
* * * *
Sex has
become as dangerous as Russian Roulette.
* * * *
Do you really
have much use for this absurd spectacle anymore?
* * * *
What
would any of us be without all the names?
* * * *
Through
your vision all differences melt into the one.
* * * *
Does
the chalkboard care
What
the chalk says of goods and evils
And the
inane dualities they spread?
* * * *
Have
you ever really seen any devil
Other
than one formed in the shape of man?
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Eternity
has nowhere to go
And an
infinite amount of time to be there.
* * * *
Why
this need to attach value to everything?
* * * *
All
personal context is contrived.
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Desire
brings out fear of not getting or loss,
Fear
brings out the desire for fear’s end.
A
Catch-22 of consciousness framed.
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What is
enlightenment but what you think it is?
But is
it really anything which thought can ascertain?
* * * *
Nice
guys finish last because they enjoy the saunter,
And
because they are generous enough
To let
everyone else go first.
* * * *
Dig a
hole, then fill it.
See
what peace a little sweat and grime brings.
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Death
is just a more final loss of consciousness than sleep.
* * * *
So many
caught in a painful loop
Forged
entirely of their own creation.
How
challenging the psyche so attached
To the
serrated edge of its own imagination.
* * * *
If you
cannot be detached,
If you
cannot die to the pride,
Then
you will never be free.
* * * *
Truth
is the dying to the persona
And the
rebirth into eternal life of Self.
* * * *
So
attached to our divisiveness
That
attempts to reconcile,
To iron
out the disarray
Is met with
scorn
By
ignorance.
* * * *
What
pathetic, absurd idiocy this unwavering ignorance.
* * * *
Revolutions
come about through many small steps
Down a
variety of paths using many means.
Most
are merely the same old pursuit
Of
power, glory and affluence.
But the
most real revolution,
The
greatest change humanity
Has yet
to discern much less muster
Is a
paradigm shift into the deepest order.
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It takes
great courage to be free of doubt.
* * * *
To
pierce the veil with your mind,
You
must discern the mind is the veil.
* * * *
Unrequited
love may be the best kind.
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Are you
a slave to time and the illusion which creates it?
* * * *
How
many ways can you say one?
How
many creations are in one dollop of eternity?
* * * *
Leaders
can only lead
Where
followers are inclined to proceed.
They
are the inner voice, the common echo of communal will
* * * *
Ride
the dream, cowboy.
* * * *
Disband
the band.
* * * *
Dispense
with band-aids, the patient is dying.
Scrapes
and scratches are not the issue.
* * * *
Polarizations
only lead to extreme resolutions.
* * * *
Why
hope for that which neither offers nor sustains it?
* * * *
The
gleam of wonder laces the wander.
* * * *
How is
it so many consider ownership
And
jealousy to be acts of love?
* * * *
These
many reflections meet the criterion of validity
As seen
by the vision of this mystery through the eyes of the scribe.
Many
are of a sense of universal truth while others sally through the play of Maya.
You may
envision something entirely different, and that is your inner sight.
And in
that, you are the truth, life and way, the source of all creation.
Our
differences will ever be the delusions of a common dream.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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