LXVIII
With or
without a constitution
Or any
other piece of paper devised by humankind,
You are
free within.
* * * *
Just
because some scientist or researcher
Hasn’t
figured out a way to measure something,
Doesn’t
mean it isn’t true or doesn’t exist.
If you
are here, anything is possible.
It’s a
pretty big theater out there,
And no
one can be sure about
Anything,
anywhere, anytime.
* * * *
The
known can never do more than intuit the unknown.
* * * *
Like
Pontious Pilot,
I wash
my hands of it.
* * * *
So god
was bored and, poof!
Let’s
see what happens with this dust storm.
* * * *
How can
you love in limitation?
* * * *
No one
will ever witness the video of your life,
The
legion of perceptions your garbled memory entertains.
Nor
will you ever see another’s, but through extrapolation of your own.
* * * *
What is
this incessant drive to become something
Which
fuels humanity’s ceaseless activity?
* * * *
Pretend
you cannot remember,
That
you don’t know anything.
* * * *
What a
bunch of crap all this is!
Sometimes.
* * * *
Suffering
is resistance.
Equanimity
is the natural outcome
Of not
battling one’s fate.
* * * *
Truth
is in the chopping wood, carrying water
Of the
moment-to-moment of the day-to-day.
* * * *
To
which now were you referring?
* * * *
Always
something lost in what is gained,
And
something gained in what is lost.
* * * *
So much
potential, so little promise.
* * * *
God
seems to be an absentee landlord.
* * * *
How can
you ever please a woman for long?
* * * *
Hypocrisy
is the greatest sin.
Better
to lie, cheat, thieve and murder
Than to
be beguiled by one’s own deceptions.
* * * *
There
is essentially only one thing to learn,
And
that, alas, must again be forgotten, too.
* * * *
Regarding
these reflections, very often
The evolution
from mind to note pad to screen
Take
very different contours than the
original insights.
* * * *
Don’t
we all have convenient memories?
* * * *
A
surprise attack may win the battle,
But
will it be worth the price of war?
* * * *
The
reason will become bored and listless
Is
because it is difficult to discern death’s presence
In the
benign nature of the day-to-day.
* * * *
When
image is all,
Image
is all you eventually chew on.
* * * *
You’re
just another unique creation of time and space.
* * * *
Ah,
what pain have you yet to endure?
* * * *
The
mind is the construct of limitation,
And that limitation is the cause of suffering.
The
reconciliation of consciousness
Is the
liberation of infinity.
* * * *
Truth
is merely a concept
For
minds needing occupation.
* * * *
By the
time you hear about a gold rush,
Its
usually over for all but the most determined
And the
few whose fate it is to be lucky.
* * * *
Sometimes
you’ve got a feel for life,
Sometimes
a feel for death.
Only
the mind discerns a difference.
* * * *
Why
should someone bust their rear doing your work?
* * * *
Women
have very much played an equal part
In
manipulating the human drama to its current disarray.
* * * *
How
distant the play of the senses to the detached mind.
* * * *
Isn’t
the vainest of vanities
Believing
your way is the only way?
* * * *
Why
does it appear so important to survive,
To live
a long life, perhaps even forever?
Why are
so many so fearful of death?
Why
cling so desperately to life?
* * * *
Creation
begets destruction
And
destruction creation.
One is
not without the other.
* * * *
Learn
to convert need or problem
To plan
to action effortlessly.
* * * *
Some
may follow others around
Performing
whatever tricks are commanded,
But the
realist knows all shit is equal.
* * * *
We’re
talking about people
Who
don’t rate much higher
Than
animals around here.
* * * *
Amazing
how much vanity can still reside
In the
memories of a tired old womb.
* * * *
Would
you really want to be living any other life?
Isn’t
the one you’re in enough to endure most of the time?
* * * *
Any
animal far more ignorant than you
Knows
how to use its natural camouflage.
* * * *
Those
without boundaries know how to survive.
* * * *
Ma, hey
Ma! How many seeds were there before I came
along?
* * * *
Guess
were all gonna kill each other
Till we
kill each other.
* * * *
The
world ain’t beating a door to my path.
* * * *
Cling
to whatever insanity pleases you.
* * * *
How
stupid we are about death.
Cherish
their memory, but
Let the
dead lie where they fall.
* * * *
How
many hoops will you jump through
For
your imagined god?
* * * *
A lock
says it all.
* * * *
Your
ineptitude may save
Your
children the same fate.
* * * *
Imagination
can create a vast harem
Bent
upon the pleasure of its master.
* * * *
The
vanity of godness plays out in each of us
A
design beyond choice or comprehension.
* * * *
Be
cautious about saying never or always.
* * * *
A good
neighbor pretends not to see.
* * * *
Believing
what you will, doing what you do
Does
not even cause a ripple in the ultimate.
* * * *
What is
it you keep seeking?
* * * *
Everyone's’
got skeletons.
It’s
just a matter of which closet to open first.
* * * *
The
sage ain’t got but nothing to offer.
* * * *
Johnny
Appleseed understood random seeding very clearly.
* * * *
Awareness
is the only constant
By
which all measurement is judged.
* * * *
Love is
freedom, freedom is love.
Free
the love and love the freedom.
Love
the free and free the love.
* * * *
Its all
very much the same
Perused
by an infinity of mindsets.
* * * *
See the
truth of time and space,
And it
shall set you free.
* * * *
If you
can’t be irreverent
About
anything and everthing,
Then
what’s the god-damned point?
* * * *
Is
there any way
You can
ever completely appease
The
politically correct?
* * * *
We all
seem to expect something for our act.
* * * *
How far
do you look inward
Before
you see all roots lead to Self?
* * * *
Someone
said these thoughts
Were
well ahead of their season.
I
clearly think they are long overdo,
And
equally likely never to come about.
Never
accuse me of being an airy idealist.
* * * *
Insure
your future.
Kill a
tree.
* * * *
This
all may be gibberish,
But
their isn’t anything else
I’d
rather be writing or saying.
* * * *
Look
without, look within,.
In the
beginnings of all ends
And the
ends of all beginnings,
There
can be neither fault nor sin.
* * * *
The
force of existence pushes and pulls every lifeform
In a
seemingly endless array of permutations.
So different,
so very much the same.
* * * *
How
many decisions
Are
made for a man by his penis,
For a
woman by her womb?
* * * *
Fascinating
how many ways
So many
choose to suffer.
* * * *
The
trick is to be alone even in the middle of a crowd.
* * * *
Are you
aware that you have always been in love?
It is
not something in which you fall in and out.
It is
the essence, the real you, forever.
It is
simply up to consciousness
To
surrender all claims.
* * * *
What
are your patterns, dependencies, addictions,
But the
insecurity of craving and fear?
* * * *
The
holy ghost is a smoke ring
Wafting
through the reverie of time.
* * * *
How
ridiculous to think anyone
Either
capable or interested
In
living life the way you have.
* * * *
The
news is good, the news is free.
It is
that you only need to be.
Stand
tall if you can see.
* * * *
Sometimes
you just gotta die to clean house.
* * * *
Let the
stream of eternity wash away
The
guilt and angst of your imagination.
* * * *
Reality
is for those with no imagination.
* * * *
Bow
before no idols.
* * * *
No use
getting worried about things
You
can’t do anything about.
* * * *
Each
chooses the reflections to which limits allow.
* * * *
There
are some pretty glaring consistencies about the human drama.
* * * *
Death
is to never awaken again
Into
this particular facade.
* * * *
Nothing
more tiring than stupid and brutish.
* * * *
The
want for power is the greatest sign of insecurity.
* * * *
May be
from California, but at least I’m not from L.A.
* * * *
How
many times a day do you wish this illusion real?
* * * *
How
many times a day can’t you wait for it
to end?
* * * *
Eternity,
longer than long, shorter than short.
* * * *
So many
asking if you believe in god.
Well,
does god believe in you?
* * * *
Do I
believe in god?” you ask.
“Do you believe in me?” I answer.
Warily,
“Y-y-yes.”
“Then I
guess so.”
* * * *
History
has its ways of telling us there is no solution.
* * * *
Never
expect anyone else
To
muster the courage
To face
your life for you.
* * * *
Try not
to measure in time.
* * * *
How can
godness reflect upon itself but through limitation?
* * * *
Do you
want your truth blunt like a shot of whiskey?
Or
overly sweet like some fru-fru bar drink?
* * * *
You
keep trying to justify your existence
When
none is required or even available.
* * * *
The
masses have ever absorbed and twisted
Great
genius to its own negligible ends.
* * * *
You are
the truth, the light and the way.
Ruler
of your version the known universe.
* * * *
A
material articulation of the immaterial.
* * * *
You are
the ever-changing.
* * * *
No
point in getting all hateful over it.
*
* * *
Ever
play a monopoly board game
Where
you are in the losing swirl of the last few moves?
Well,
in the tournament of life, how many of us,
And
other creatures great and small,
Are
well down the drain?
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
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Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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