27 August 2013

Chapter 72 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


LXXII

Free will is just another mutation,
Another change, another metamorphosis,
This ceaselessly evolving garden has spawned.

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Where is the division between inner and outer?

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A perfect moment is a mind attuned to reality.

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The intellectual spheres of all heaven and hells
Are only contrived distractions and speculations,
Imagination getting carried away from its origin.

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Only wheels need roads.

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Addiction is a state of mind
Bound so tightly to its pattern
That other options cease.

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You only waste your life
When you think it can be saved,
When you think you should be doing
Something else somewhere else.

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She told me I get angel point...
For a heaven I neither need nor seek.
What a world, what a dream.

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Go into the world, or evade it.
All the same, all the same.

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What does one do to an overgrown garden?

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The rip-tide from which there is no escape
Eventually catches all.

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People conceive a god to excuse them
From their ceaseless vain notions,
God being only one of them.

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Home are you.

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Whether long or short,
Life is fleetingly momentary.

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We are diversity.
We are godness.
We are one.

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How few sets of people are truly cohesive.

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They tell you to care,
But destroy nonetheless.

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How worthless to suggest solutions
To those who don’t really want
To solve the problem.

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Violence is a part of our nature.
How we choose to compete or cooperate
Is the balance which engineers an inevitable destiny.

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When you ponder existence,
Do you only think of yourself?
Or do you consider everything?

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Be careful what you search for.
You may find it.

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Trust your instincts.  Trust your intuition.
Each plays the intertwining of time.

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All your profitless hierarchies,
No matter the agenda,
Mean nothing.

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With one foot in time,
The other melting into eternity,
This mind casts its net upon the dream.

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Are you really certain
Jesus intended you to be a Christian,
Siddhartha a Buddhist, Lao Tzu a Taoist, or Abraham a Jew?

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What need have you for the limelight
Of another’s power, glory or fortune?
What is this lure to another’s attention?

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Corporations and nations are groups
Organized to specific and general ends.
They are a synergy of a collective mindset.
Their actions are neither totally good nor bad.
How long they last, how well they do, their impact
On this theater is the weaving of glory and revulsion
To which we all contribute however inclination manifests.

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If you are interested in whether there is life after death,
Suicide can be viewed as a rather final experiment.

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What cultural collusion in world has have been sane?

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How many are sold upon themselves for so little reason?

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Pride got us here, but its future is bleak.

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The world cannot by its very nature
Ever truly appreciate a mystic.

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You are alone in a lonely world.

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Ignorance is profound.

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There is no failure if you’ve given it your best shot.

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In the beginning you could not
Have asked to have been born.

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Do you comprehend the mystery
Of the sound of your own voice?

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You are just a small twinkle
Of the great relativity.

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Ah, men and women,
So much desire for union,
Yet so little in common.

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Are happiness, joy, love as fleeting
As every other human delusion.

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Little men so often carry their stature
To such great heights within.

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To close the door on intuition
Is to contend the veil real.

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There is plenty of pain ahead
Without adding more voluntarily.

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If there is no other,
What other side might there be?

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What is the mortal body
But a thing worn and tossed off
Like a set of clothing?

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If the good die young,
Why are you getting so old?

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We attach so much
Vain meaning and purpose
To the individual persona.

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It all falls off.

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Letting the past go is simple.
Just allow all those memories to dissolve
Into the stillness of the nothingness that is source to all.

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What do you want?
So many always seem to ask.
What a wearing question.
Why want anything?

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You tell me to get a life,
And I respond, “When you find one, let me know.”

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The other one seeks no other.

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The challenge is not letting imagination
Get the better of you.

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Breathe to let go, breathe to die.

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Gluttony spawns its own retribution.

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The most extreme ignorance
Is knowledge without wisdom.

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Confusing thunder with lightening
Is a common tendency in organized religions.
The cloak of sound disguises its origin in the literal mind.

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If you try too hard to be the expert,
You miss what it means to be the student.
Knowledge is ignorance, ignorance is knowledge.
Another paradox born of mind.

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The womb is a woman’s violence.

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Leave a specialist to much it up every time.

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If you cannot be your best friend and lover,
How can any other?

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Context creates the witness,
And the witness the context.

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Life?  Life!?
Who’s got time for a life?

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If you seek rewards in the next life,
Then perhaps behave in this one.
If not, well, enjoy your hellish time.

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Appreciate yourself.
What mattering the mirroring of any other?
The real you requires no sanction.

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Objectivity is ever an enticing pretense.

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“Do you believe in god?”  so many query.
Why should you believe in anything?
Why fear for your soul once you clearly see
That you are and have always been That I Am?

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The human drama is the manipulation of energy.

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You only pretend to be mortal,
Thus your constant dissatisfaction
And sense of incompletion.

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Conformity to the swarm’s mindlessness
Only multiplies the confusion within.
Let no earthly quorum bind you.

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The less you want the more you have.

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Leave it to imagination to create this fine mess.

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Pretty arduous to write about someplace
You’ve never been or something
You’ve never even done.

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Emotion is overrated.

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These words are part of the lie, too.

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Whiners, whiners, everywhere.
Their pathetic cry ever
“I want more.”
Alas, alas for them
The good news is there is no more.

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How consistently inconsistent we are.

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A little knowledge make for good propaganda.

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All attempts to grasp it are equally futile.

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Who has not battled demons within and without?
Cast them in your life from your mind.

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The source of life is more
Than any measurement can explain.

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Who does not at any given age
Feel as they did from the earliest memory?

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There is no god.
There is nothing but god.

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Where next puppetmaster?

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As godness is witness, your motivations unfurl.

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The universe is the truest flag.

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Better to avoid the use of the word love
Except in the most unconditional meaning.

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You believe in whatever makes you feel comfortable.

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Sometimes you just don’t feel like bothering with time.

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Being a human being is about as far from godness as you can get.
Like a rubber band and pulled so tight it has no where to go but home.

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The ultimate karmic lesson
Is that there is no lesson.

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Your are a context in history’s weaving.
We are all the pawns of time.

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Bliss has nowhere to go.

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All scholarly discussions are really just filler.

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See beyond the superficialities.

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The challenge is flowing in the moment,
And not getting transfixed and stumbling by
Whatever passes in those following.

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Are time and space any more than concepts
You pass through as a ghost would a wall?

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One’s draw in the genetic lottery can be a hard pill to swallow.

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Is there anything you want so badly from life
That you would not welcome death?

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It is amusing how many non-mainstream types
Are embraced as saints, mystics and prophets.

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We each taint love with our personal prejudices.

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The mind comes together far better with a good breath
Than it ever will with the patchwork of fragmented thinking.

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Neither sage nor the fool has need of history.

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It is not the form that is immortal.

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Why imitate machines or computer?
Why allow a clock to dictate your rhythm?
Technology is your tool, not your master.

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Though there is only one source,
It is absolutely impossible for anyone,
Snowflakes of consciousness that we are,
To ever view it exactly the same.

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For duality’s veil to thaw, it must attain
The most inflexible polarizations
Imagination can design.

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No form endures the weight of success for long.

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Are you capable of anything more than conditional love?


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