LXX
Respecting
your opponent confounds them.
* * * *
Ah,
garden paradise, you never were.
* * * *
Time
keeps on slipping, slipping, into the future.
* * * *
You are
bound by no parameter
But
those you devise.
* * * *
To be
free of time you must be eternal.
* * * *
Do you
listen to your own advice?
* * * *
What
difference, really, between the violence
Of an
alleyway or that of a battlefield?
Behind
each is the stain of desire
And a
willingness to take,
Whatever
the cost.
* * * *
The
holographic universe is the truest flag.
* * * *
Truth
is a dusty concept.
* * * *
Love is
what you choose it to be.
* * * *
Peace
is prior to the passionate vagaries of consciousness.
* * * *
Death
is merely another version of where you’ve been all along.
Change the
mask and dimension however you will,
It is
ever very much the same.
* * * *
Those
who might be much more adept at wise leadership
Seldom
lead because they draw so little attention,
And
have so little inclination to be followed.
* * * *
Some
people just don’t realize
Their
shit smells just like everyone else’s.
* * * *
Thought
is the surfer of time,
But
only through volitional release
To the
awareness from which it is birthed,
Can the
oneness of all creation be perceived.
* * * *
There’s
no place else to be.
It’s
okay to be right here, right now.
You’ll
probably be there, then, soon enough.
* * * *
Who is
innocent? Who is not?
* * * *
You’re
just the same as they are.
* * * *
What’s
to grok?
* * * *
When
have you ever really change anybody?
Why get
frustrated about it?
* * * *
What
the world needs now
Is a
good forty-day, forty-night cry.
* * * *
The
so-called master, the adept, is merely one
Who has
traversed through enough life
To
understand how things work.
* * * *
What
will humanity do when it has decimated the diversity
So
thoroughly that its own survival hangs in the balance?
* * * *
In the
harshness of a Darwinian world,
What
life form can survive for long
If
inadequacy is its mainstay?
* * * *
So many
craving the continuity of their seed
At the
expense of so many others equally divine.
* * * *
And the
answer to your solution is …
* * * *
Ease
into each breath.
Emancipate
the many burdens
To
which you confine your imagination.
* * * *
Eternal
life is not bound
By the
play of mortality.
* * * *
Tomorrow
will be now, too.
* * * *
How
well do you know the devil in yourself?
* * * *
How
simple life is one you cease judging any other
As
anything but another reflection of your Self.
* * * *
Once
you see the mystery of your own breath,
You
become much less concerned
How the
world spends it.
* * * *
So many
so entrapped by their spiritual mumbo-jumbo
That
they cannot or will not, even for a moment,
Fathom
how irrational they appear.
* * * *
What
metering can there be without a meter to measure?
* * * *
Don’t
know when it will collapse,
But it
cannot continue like this forever.
* * * *
We know
each other through our respective movement.
* * * *
In any
process, one must learn
To
recognize a point of conclusion.
* * * *
Pain and
pleasure are both the same mirror.
* * * *
What
are you missing out on now?
* * * *
Seems
you have to become famous or die
Before
some people finally listen to you.
* * * *
There
is the way this world is
And the
way the world could be.
Don’t
torture yourself in the big gap.
* * * *
Each of
us have no choice
But to
fabricate the role
We
habituate in time.
* * * *
The
delusion that our capability
To form
great cosmopolitan groupings
Has
somehow made us civilized
Is both
farcical and pathetic.
* * * *
Revenge
allows no conclusion.
* * * *
If it
weren’t for sexuality, for that genetic mutation,
Would
men and women have much in common?
* * * *
Do you
really think godness
Isolated
any form from its genesis?
The
receiver is equally within all creation.
Turn it
on, call home, be home.
* * * *
An
equation grasping at infinity
Would
be so hugely simple
As to
be unnecessary.
* * * *
How
incredibly picky some people are.
* * * *
Some
people can be so intelligent, so aware,
Yet so
naive all the while.
* * * *
The
equation is always equal.
* * * *
So much
to remember to forget
To
remember to forget.
* * * *
Creating
a god sure gives comfortable rationalizations
For all
our superfluous, inane reasonings and actions.
* * * *
Set
aside your pride, your self-absorption
Long
enough to listen completely.
* * * *
Such a
wide range of thoughts.
To what
end only time will unveil.
* * * *
Rarely
does anything need to be a case of all or none.
* * * *
You
imagined that you had something to teach,
That
you could, perhaps, impart something credible.
Obviously
one of your more inane delusions.
* * * *
That
you expect life should or could
Offer
you any more is a great apparition.
Mortal
fare will ever be mortal fare.
* * * *
What
another thinks of you,
Or whether
they think of you at all,
Is
their own affair.
* * * *
So many
lives just in this one.
What
need would you have for more?
* * * *
Religion
is organized by ignorance
Seeking
something to know.
* * * *
Through
years of inconsideration,
Some
learn not to be.
* * * *
So many
lessons of history
Fall
upon deaf ears.
* * * *
Karma
is the inevitable outcome of choices.
It is a
dualistic notion binding only those
Who
endlessly concern themselves
With so
many illusory realities.
* * * *
To what
degree you wake up
Is your
own affair.
* * * *
Is any
version of history
More
than rumor or conjecture?
* * * *
Even a
large potato seems small when you’re hungry.
* * * *
A
cynical view: Weddings and funerals are
about the same.
In one
you’re dead, and in the other one foot is stepping into the grave.
* * * *
Language
fabricates the duality,
The
departure from Eden in its midst.
* * * *
Why
capitalize god?
* * * *
What
other creature on this planet
Needs
to create purpose and meaning?
* * * *
The
point is,
What
point need there be?
* * * *
Gaze
into the drop, you see the ocean.
Gaze at
the ocean, you the drop.
One,
one, one, all one.
* * * *
All
conflict the curse of pride
Born of
conscious separation.
* * * *
What a
difference between instinct and so-called free will.
* * * *
There
is nothing which must be,
Nor
anything which should not be.
All is
as it is. Ever the same
In so
very many ways.
* * * *
Avalanches
begin even with a whisper.
* * * *
Attachment
is so pervasive.
* * * *
We will
never agree on everything.
Even
among seers, there will be conflicts of opinion.
How
they are resolved is another matter.
* * * *
When
you no longer identify with any concept born of time,
You
become aware that the “what is” already fills the cavern.
* * * *
So many
babbling so many romantic views.
* * * *
Death
always get the last laugh.
* * * *
One is
born every minute, and god, the devil,
Pulls
the wool over each and every one.
* * * *
You
cannot pretend to exist a vacuum, so poof!
Creation,
evolution, consciousness, history.
And
here you are to explore the mystery of it all.
* * * *
As
enticing as pleasure may be,
Its
good practice in the disciplinary menu
To be
able to say and mean no at times.
* * * *
Carrying
a lot of religious gibberish in your head
Does
not make you any more spiritual,
Just
vain in another way.
* * * *
Strategic
and tactical thinking
Depends
greatly on the technology available.
* * * *
The
worship of money, of false value,
Will
play itself out in every conceivable fashion,
A blind
monster to which we all contribute.
* * * *
Through
the years, how many meanings, how many purposes
How
many Quixotic adventures has your consciousness forged?
* * * *
Examine
every reflection in as many ways as possible.
That
way you may figure out what’s really being said.
* * * *
Would
you concern yourself with what any other creature
Besides
a human being thinks of you?
Why is
that?
* * * *
And it
ain’t done yet.
* * * *
Freedom
is an attentive mind clear of time.
* * * *
Life is
full of opportunities for excess and discipline.
Each
has a calling and must reckon a journey
Which
has only one real accounting.
* * * *
Time is
the hell of it.
* * * *
Must
we, like locusts, destroy every bit of diversity
In our
greedy, passionate frenzy to survive?
* * * *
So many
mourn their losses
Rather
than care for what is left.
* * * *
Before
you have children, ask yourself
If you
would want to return another time.
* * * *
Such
vast, intangible wealth in this very brief sojourn.
* * * *
Eternity
won’t let you keep or take credit for anything.
* * * *
No
fraction stands separate.
* * * *
The
universe courses through your veins.
* * * *
All
destinations are imagined.
* * * *
A
capsule summary of the human condition
Might
be: We have out-manipulated ourselves.
* * * *
To
not believe anything,
What is That about?
* * * *
Concepts
create the dream.
* * * *
Any
given garden
Is
governed by many forces,
But no
tree prunes itself.
* * * *
Sometimes
great,
Sometimes
small.
Foolish
and wise,
Violence
at peace,
Cruel
yet often kind,
Attached
to detachment.
The
river is every field.
* * * *
Fascinating
how many seem to consider
Having
children a competition between beliefs.
* * * *
These
reflections are for the remote possibility
That a larger
view will someday be more important
Than
this incessant quest for comfort and entertainment.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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