Chapter 68 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


LXVIII

With or without a constitution
Or any other piece of paper devised by humankind,
You are free within.

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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.

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The known can never do more than intuit the unknown.

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Like Pontious Pilot,
I wash my hands of it.

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So god was bored and, poof!
Let’s see what happens with this dust storm.

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How can you love in limitation?

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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.

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What is this incessant drive to become something
Which fuels humanity’s ceaseless activity?

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Pretend you cannot remember,
That you don’t know anything.

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What a bunch of crap all this is!
Sometimes.

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Suffering is resistance.
Equanimity is the natural outcome
Of not battling one’s fate.

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Truth is in the chopping wood, carrying water
Of the moment-to-moment of the day-to-day.

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To which now were you referring?

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Always something lost in what is gained,
And something gained in what is lost.

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So much potential, so little promise.

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God seems to be an absentee landlord.

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How can you ever please a woman for long?

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Hypocrisy is the greatest sin.
Better to lie, cheat, thieve and murder
Than to be beguiled by one’s own deceptions.

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There is essentially only one thing to learn,
And that, alas, must again be forgotten, too.

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Regarding these reflections, very often
The evolution from mind to note pad to screen
Take very different contours than  the original insights.

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Don’t we all have convenient memories?

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A surprise attack may win the battle,
But will it be worth the price of war?

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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.

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When image is all,
Image is all you eventually chew on.

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You’re just another unique creation of time and space.

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Ah, what pain have you yet to endure?

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The mind is the construct of limitation,
And  that limitation is the cause of suffering.
The reconciliation of consciousness
Is the liberation of infinity.

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Truth is merely a concept
For minds needing occupation.

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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.

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Sometimes you’ve got a feel for life,
Sometimes a feel for death.
Only the mind discerns a difference.

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Why should someone bust their rear doing your work?

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Women have very much played an equal part
In manipulating the human drama to its current disarray.

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How distant the play of the senses to the detached mind.

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Isn’t the vainest of vanities
Believing your way is the only way?

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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?

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Creation begets destruction
And destruction creation.
One is not without the other.

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Learn to convert need or problem
To plan to action effortlessly.

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Some may follow others around
Performing whatever tricks are commanded,
But the realist knows all shit is equal.

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We’re talking about people
Who don’t rate much higher
Than animals around here.

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Amazing how much vanity can still reside
In the memories of a tired old womb.

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Would you really want to be living any other life?
Isn’t the one you’re in enough to endure most of the time?

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Any animal far more ignorant than you
Knows how to use its natural camouflage.

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Those without boundaries know how to survive.

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Ma, hey Ma!  How many seeds were there before I came along?

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Guess were all gonna kill each other
Till we kill each other.

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The world ain’t beating a door to my path.

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Cling to whatever insanity pleases you.

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How stupid we are about death.
Cherish their memory, but
Let the dead lie where they fall.

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How many hoops will you jump through
For your imagined god?

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A lock says it all.

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Your ineptitude may save
Your children the same fate.

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Imagination can create a vast harem
Bent upon the pleasure of its master.

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The vanity of godness plays out in each of us
A design beyond choice or comprehension.

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Be cautious about saying never or always.

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A good neighbor pretends not to see.

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Believing what you will, doing what you do
Does not even cause a ripple in the ultimate.

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What is it you keep seeking?

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Everyone's’ got skeletons.
It’s just a matter of which closet to open first.

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The sage ain’t got but nothing to offer.

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Johnny Appleseed understood random seeding very clearly.

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Awareness is the only constant
By which all measurement is judged.

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Love is freedom, freedom is love.
Free the love and love the freedom.
Love the free and free the love.

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Its all very much the same
Perused by an infinity of mindsets.

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See the truth of time and space,
And it shall set you free.

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If you can’t be irreverent
About anything and everthing,
Then what’s the god-damned point?

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Is there any way
You can ever completely appease
The politically correct?

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We all seem to expect something for our act.

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How far do you look inward
Before you see all roots lead to Self?

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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.

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Insure your future.
Kill a tree.

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This all may be gibberish,
But their isn’t anything else
I’d rather be writing or saying.

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Look without, look within,.
In the beginnings of all ends
And the ends of all beginnings,
There can be neither fault nor sin.

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The force of existence pushes and pulls every lifeform
In a seemingly endless array of permutations.
So different, so very much the same.

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How many decisions
Are made for a man by his penis,
For a woman by her womb?

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Fascinating how many ways
So many choose to suffer.

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The trick is to be alone even in the middle of a crowd.

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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.

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What are your patterns, dependencies, addictions,
But the insecurity of craving and fear?

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The holy ghost is a smoke ring
Wafting through the reverie of time.

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How ridiculous to think anyone
Either capable or interested
In living life the way you have.

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The news is good, the news is free.
It is that you only need to be.
Stand tall if you can see.

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Sometimes you just gotta die to clean house.

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Let the stream of eternity wash away
The guilt and angst of your imagination.

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Reality is for those with no imagination.

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Bow before no idols.

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No use getting worried about things
You can’t do anything about.

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Each chooses the reflections to which limits allow.

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There are some pretty glaring consistencies about the human drama.

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Death is to never awaken again
Into this particular facade.

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Nothing more tiring than stupid and brutish.

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The want for power is the greatest sign of insecurity.

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May be from California, but at least I’m not from L.A.

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How many times a day do you wish this illusion real?

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How many times a day can’t  you wait for it to end?

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Eternity, longer than long, shorter than short.

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So many asking if you believe in god.
Well, does god believe in you?

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Do I believe in god?” you ask.
“Do you believe in me?” I answer.
Warily, “Y-y-yes.”
“Then I guess so.”

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History has its ways of telling us there is no solution.

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Never expect anyone else
To muster the courage
To face your life for you.

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Try not to measure in time.

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How can godness reflect upon itself but through limitation?

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Do you want your truth blunt like a shot of whiskey?
Or overly sweet like some fru-fru bar drink?

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You keep trying to justify your existence
When none is required or even available.

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The masses have ever absorbed and twisted
Great genius to its own negligible ends.

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You are the truth, the light and the way.
Ruler of your version the known universe.

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A material articulation of the immaterial.

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You are the ever-changing.

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No point in getting all hateful over it.

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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)
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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