LXXIII
Community
is wherever you are.
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So many
differences,
Yet
everything the same.
Envision
the all in one
And the
one in all.
* * * *
It’s a
god eat god world.
* * * *
Creation
and evolution
Are
equal partners
In the
same dreamtime.
This is
our evolving creation.
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For
pride, so much suffering.
* * * *
Truth
is like dust.
Keep
brushing it away
And
there’s nothing much left.
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Separation
is illusion.
* * * *
Science
is the study of limitation.
* * * *
No
version of this mystery
Will
ever be the same.
Each is
a video unto itself.
* * * *
Delve
into why
You
have never, can never
See
your own face.
* * * *
In any
question there looms an answer.
* * * *
What
life, what pattern but your own
Would
you best know how to live?
* * * *
You are
a ticket holder in a genetic lottery,
The
ironic recreation of a paradoxical god.
* * * *
How
easily you are manipulated
By the
propaganda of time.
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All the
false gold this world offers
Could
never fulfill an impoverished spirit.
The
purest stream could not quench the thirst,
Nor a
banquet beyond compare satisfy the hunger.
Only
those who seek within comprehend.
* * * *
Again
and again
You
wander the wonder
Through
all the heavens and hells
Of an
infinite imagination.
* * * *
Science
ascribes great detail to all it studies,
But can
never begin to fathom the mind
Which
intuits its every invention.
* * * *
Eternity
marches on resolutely
Through
the space-time in you.
* * * *
It is
our attachment to that which cannot last,
To a paradigm
which dooms its own future,
Which
creates this morass we now slog.
* * * *
What’s
the sound of six billion human beings
Munching, munching, munching?
* * * *
Is
there more to life than measurement?
* * * *
How
easily the scholar becomes
Trapped
in his own ivory tower.
* * * *
Truth
is the chopping wood, carrying water
Of the
moment-to-moment of the day-to-day.
* * * *
You are
but
A
sensory play,
A
genetic blueprint,
A
biological wonder,
An
electrical current,
A
chemical reaction,
A nuclear
bubble,
A
virtual reality.
* * * *
You ask
if I’ve read the Bible,
And I wonder,
“Have you read anything else?”
* * * *
Why do
you keep looking for truth
To be
something limited by thought?
* * * *
You can
only conceive the wagon track behind.
The ruts
ahead are history’s time-bound projection,
Inevitable
only to those who dare not change direction.
* * * *
The
quest for heaven on earth begins within you.
* * * *
You,
alone, are the one.
You are
That I Am.
* * * *
What is
the return to wonder
But a
true amazement at everything.
It is
the wonder of the newborn
With an
insight into eternity.
* * * *
Idealism
is just another vain face of romantic notion.
* * * *
We all
find different ways to spend our time.
* * * *
If
there is a devil,
It is because
there is a god.
* * * *
Wisdom
is just been there, done that.
* * * *
Liberation
is just silence revisited.
* * * *
There
is always a challenge
Following
your own advice.
* * * *
What
point to an unexamined life?
* * * *
Belief
is a lazy man’s out.
* * * *
The
human drama is chock full of plagiarism.
* * * *
Vanity
is the demon.
* * * *
It is
not the something, but the nothing which fulfills.
* * * *
It is
we who are the ghosts, the demons
Separated
from godness of our own free will.
* * * *
What’s
the point?
Need
there, can there really be one?
And if
there is, can it be defined?
* * * *
Few
transcend their mythological origin.
* * * *
The
delusion of science is that you can know everything.
* * * *
The
established spheres of influence of any culture,
Whether
religious, business, medical, legal, political or military,
Have
little or no interest in a paradigm change.
* * * *
The
hard overcomes the soft
In turn
becoming equally flaccid
For the
next predator arriving in time.
* * * *
There
is a brutal honesty about those
Who
take without moral rationalizations.
* * * *
Necessity
creates odd couplings.
* * * *
All
these reflections are the irony
Of the
mystical and practical realities.
* * * *
Isn’t
there always at least a little dab of pain
For any
pleasure somewhere along the road?
* * * *
How can
a god-man
Be
confined by the laws
Of this
world or any other?
* * * *
How
much of that enthusiasm is real,
And how
much is vain pretense?
* * * *
Sometimes
you gotta lie cuz tellin’ the truth
Will likely
get you into even more bother.
* * * *
Contrary
to its intent,
The
current educational system
Does
occasionally muster a critical thinker.
* * * *
Will
you and your god someday
Squabble
over your morality stats?
* * * *
Don’t
you have better things to do
Than to
be bothered by insanity?
* * * *
Just
setting things straight.
* * * *
The
deepest, broadest view
May be
blinded in the short term,
But
cannot be crushed forever.
* * * *
Isn’t
it curious how many in this world
Claim
their perspective is superior?
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Those
who cannot take care of themselves,
Who are
dependent upon other for food and security,
Eventually
fade from the river of known history.
* * * *
Why try
so hard to be something you already are?
* * * *
Why
expect perfection from something which can never be?
* * * *
Why
work hard for something you do not really want?
* * * *
Why
travel someplace you have no need to see?
* * * *
Perhaps
you are ready not to be in this world,
But is
there any other you’d rather be?
* * * *
Live
for nothing.
* * * *
Rules
are the pretense of order.
* * * *
The
slightest twist in fortune
Alters
any life for its duration.
* * * *
How
much prayer is merely
Begging
for special privilege?
* * * *
Fame,
fortune and power
Only
twist further the tortured soul.
* * * *
What
need does the immortal
Have
for dualistic notion?
* * * *
Shit.
Food
from the gods.
* * * *
Why
torture or destroy
Some
helpless creature
For
your angst or ignorance?
* * * *
What
you crave so
Always
seems just out of reach,
Always
an idea drifting just ahead in time.
* * * *
You see
it today as you did yesterday, as you will tomorrow,
As you
have since time began, and will until time ends.
The
I-ness continues in all throughout all eternity.
* * * *
Is a
tree really that much larger than a blade of grass?
Or a
human that much greater than a cockroach?
We
project our intelligence to be so exalted,
Yet we
cannot even collectively attain
A level
of peaceful co-existence
Equal
to an ordinary insect.
* * **
Godness
does not suffer the bounds of mortals.
* * * *
Is your
passion real or feigned?
* * * *
You
haven’t got time.
* * * *
Wealth
has so many values.
* * * *
Its a
good day for someone else to die.
* * * *
Half-baked
beginnings create half-baked endings.
* * * *
How
ungrateful we are to our mother and all her children.
All
life are siblings and cousins of the same great spirit.
Even
the lowest life form is a part of the greater you.
* * * *
Give
weight to those who espouse wisdom,
Polite
ear to those confined to ignorance.
* * * *
Life
operates at the tenuous mercy
Of
mother nature’s fickle bosom.
* * * *
Life is
short enough to die.
* * * *
If you
have time to ponder life,
Then
realize your good fortune
To
abide in a fair weather point
In this
mystery manifest theater.
* * * *
Sometimes
you accumulate,
Sometimes
you consolidate
Sometimes
you disseminate.
* * * *
To even
think anything out of balance
Is just
more arrogant, delusionary blather.
The
only disharmony is the echo in your mind.
* * * *
Truth
is not subject to the whims of frailty.
* * * *
You
are.
Therefore
you are That I Am.
* * * *
Rather
than question the ideals set before you,
You
create and endure the suffering of struggle.
* * * *
Consistency
is your problem.
* * * *
The
highest high is still illusion.
When
the humble “I am” is enough,
You
will discern the peace of godness.
* * * *
Don’t
let words deflect you from the truth.
* * * *
Everyone
counts time and space differently.
* * * *
What a
comic extravaganza we play for the universe.
* * * *
Turn on
the technology
And the
human experience
Percolates
in your mind.
* * * *
Eventually
its all worth forgetting.
* * * *
It all
comes out shit in the end.
* * * *
Om is
the telephone dial tone.
* * * *
“If” is
the middle word to life.
* * * *
You
cannot be shy about this.
You are the sanctioning
body.
* * * *
Jesus
was not the only son.
* * * *
Without
you to witness it,
Your version of the
dream
Would not, could not
be.
* * * *
Why
would you ever
Ask another’s
permission
To be what you are.
* * * *
We’ll
likely all be third-worlding before it’s over.
* * * *
Move
beyond all the conditioning
Of the propagandas
inspired by imagination.
Any given history is
but a collusion
Of minds bound in time.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
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Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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