Chapter 73 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


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.

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It’s a god eat god world.

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Creation and evolution
Are equal partners
In the same dreamtime.
This is our evolving creation.

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For pride, so much suffering.

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Truth is like dust.
Keep brushing it away
And there’s nothing much left.

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Separation is illusion.

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Science is the study of limitation.

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No version of this mystery
Will ever be the same.
Each is a video unto itself.

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Delve into why
You have never, can never
See your own face.

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In any question there looms an answer.

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What life, what pattern but your own
Would you best know how to live?

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You are a ticket holder in a genetic lottery,
The ironic recreation of a paradoxical god.

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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.

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Again and again
You wander the wonder
Through all the heavens and hells
Of an infinite imagination.

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Science ascribes great detail to all it studies,
But can never begin to fathom the mind
Which intuits its every invention.

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Eternity marches on resolutely
Through the space-time in you.

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It is our attachment to that which cannot last,
To a paradigm which dooms its own future,
Which creates this morass we now slog.

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What’s the sound of six billion human beings
Munching,  munching, munching?

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Is there more to life than measurement?

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How easily the scholar becomes
Trapped in his own ivory tower.

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

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You are but
A sensory play,
A genetic blueprint,
A biological wonder,
An electrical current,
A chemical reaction,
A nuclear bubble,
A virtual reality.

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You ask if I’ve read the Bible,
And I wonder, “Have you read anything else?”

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Why do you keep looking for truth
To be something limited by thought?

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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.

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The quest for heaven on earth begins within you.

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You, alone, are the one.
You are That I Am.

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What is the return to wonder
But a true amazement at everything.
It is the wonder of the newborn
With an insight into eternity.

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Idealism is just another vain face of romantic notion.

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We all find different ways to spend our time.

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If there is a devil,
It is because there is a god.

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Wisdom is just been there, done that.

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Liberation is just silence revisited.

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There is always a challenge
Following your own advice.

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What point to an unexamined life?

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Belief is a lazy man’s out.

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The human drama is chock full of plagiarism.

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Vanity is the demon.

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It is not the something, but the nothing which fulfills.

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It is we who are the ghosts, the demons
Separated from godness of our own free will.

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What’s the point?
Need there, can there really be one?
And if there is, can it be defined?

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Few transcend their mythological origin.

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The delusion of science is that you can know everything.

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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.

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The hard overcomes the soft
In turn becoming equally flaccid
For the next predator arriving in time.

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There is a brutal honesty about those
Who take without moral rationalizations.

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Necessity creates odd couplings.

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All these reflections are the irony
Of the mystical and practical realities.

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Isn’t there always at least a little dab of pain
For any pleasure somewhere along the road?

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How can a god-man
Be confined by the laws
Of this world or any other?

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How much of that enthusiasm is real,
And how much is vain pretense?

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Sometimes you gotta lie cuz tellin’ the truth
Will likely get you into even more bother.

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Contrary to its intent,
The current educational system
Does occasionally muster a critical thinker.

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Will you and your god someday
Squabble over your morality stats?

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Don’t you have better things to do
Than to be bothered by insanity?

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Just setting things straight.

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The deepest, broadest view
May be blinded in the short term,
But cannot be crushed forever.

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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.

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Why try so hard to be something you already are?

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Why expect perfection from something which can never be?

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Why work hard for something you do not really want?

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Why travel someplace you have no need to see?

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Perhaps you are ready not to be in this world,
But is there any other you’d rather be?

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Live for nothing.

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Rules are the pretense of order.

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The slightest twist in fortune
Alters any life for its duration.

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How much prayer is merely
Begging for special privilege?

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Fame, fortune and power
Only twist further the tortured soul.

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What need does the immortal
Have for dualistic notion?

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Shit.
Food from the gods.

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Why torture or destroy
Some helpless creature
For your angst or ignorance?

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What you crave so
Always seems just out of reach,
Always an idea drifting just ahead in time.

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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.

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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.

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Godness does not suffer the bounds of mortals.

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Is your passion real or feigned?

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You haven’t got time.

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Wealth has so many values.

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Its a good day for someone else to die.

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Half-baked beginnings create half-baked endings.

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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.

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Give weight to those who espouse wisdom,
Polite ear to those confined to ignorance.

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Life operates at the tenuous mercy
Of mother nature’s fickle bosom.

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Life is short enough to die.

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If you have time to ponder life,
Then realize your good fortune
To abide in a fair weather point
In this mystery manifest theater.

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Sometimes you accumulate,
Sometimes you consolidate
Sometimes you disseminate.

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To even think anything out of balance
Is just more arrogant, delusionary blather.
The only disharmony is the echo in your mind.

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Truth is not subject to the whims of frailty.

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You are.
Therefore you are That I Am.

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Rather than question the ideals set  before you,
You create and endure the suffering of struggle.

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Consistency is your problem.

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The highest high is still illusion.
When the humble “I am” is enough,
You will discern the peace of godness.

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Don’t let words deflect you from the truth.

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Everyone counts time and space differently.

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What a comic extravaganza we play for the universe.

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Turn on the technology
And the human experience
Percolates in your mind.

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Eventually its all worth forgetting.

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It all comes out shit in the end.

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Om is the telephone dial tone.

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“If” is the middle word to life.

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You cannot be shy about this.
You are the sanctioning body.

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Jesus was not the only son.

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Without you to witness it,
Your version of the dream
Would not, could not be.

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Why would you ever
Ask another’s permission
To be what you are.

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We’ll likely all be third-worlding before it’s over.

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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)
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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