LXXV
Inwardly
you are subject to no authority but your own.
Outwardly,
it’s one huge fabricated pecking order.
Be the
ruler of your world whenever possible.
* * * *
How is
it that something so obvious is so unseen?
* * * *
Numbers,
As
objective as we’d like to believe them,
Often
have so many interpretations,
As to
be utterly meaningless.
* * * *
The
body-mind is a one-way time machine.
* * * *
How
many pollutants
You
have ingested,
And
still you live.
Astounding.
* * * *
Love as
a merely a word
Is all
but meaningless.
* * * *
How
easy it is to fool someone who wants to be fooled.
* * * *
History
is full of extinct peoples
Who
weren’t paying attention.
* * * *
You are
a student of irony and paradox.
* * * *
Form
leads you nowhere.
* * * *
Still
you ride the wave of imagery.
* * * *
You
must look within to see your love.
* * * *
So many
trying so hard to be happy.
How
curious that we cannot let go
Of that
which creates all duality.
* * * *
You
must believe the part you play,
Else
you would find ways to change it
And not
consume your life in such anguish.
* * * *
Empower
yourself.
* * * *
What
effort are you now expending
To
manipulate your world?
* * * *
Trust
your fate.
Your
are doomed to being barely a twinkle of a memory
In a
few minds who will also dissolve into oblivion.
* * * *
The
universe is so perfectly ruthless.
* * * *
See the
subtlety of a mind in a memory
And the
one passing through the here-now.
Note
the difference between time and eternity.
That is
your salvation, oh sweet one.
* * * *
Why do
you hold your love at a distance?
* * * *
You are
all the gods woven of time.
* * * *
Be here
now no matter what here and now it is.
* * * *
What
irony that we are so attached to something
Which
cannot stay the same no matter how we will it so.
* * * *
When
even the most ardent rock changes form,
How can
one again and again be fooled into delusion?
* * * *
How can
we continue to be so blind to the obvious?
* * * *
Work is
the ploy of those who own the carrots
And are
not hesitant to use the whips.
* * * *
It is,
first and foremost,
About
discerning your godness.
The
rest is mere distraction.
* * * *
Tie
yourself to a separate finite god if you wish,
But the
gap is no more than delusion.
It is
the hell of any demon.
* * * *
Fear
not Dorothy,
Your
fate will bring you home.
* * * *
It’s
difficult to disregard thought.
Awareness
is just too peaceful.
* * * *
What’s
the point of depriving yourself
A
well-deserved laugh at all this insanity?
* * * *
Just
because you comprehend the greater picture
Does
not get you out of this one for the time-being.
* * * *
Playing
the rhetoric game is great fun,
But
where does it take the gamester?
* * * *
Is the
body really much more than
A
container for a pile of shit and entrails,
Neuron
pathways, and reproductive impulses?
* * * *
Nothing
can ever be proved.
The
best you can do is sit quietly,
Realize
that you are the proof,
Then
wander on and find
Some
wood to chop,
Water
to carry.
* * * *
Is
philosophy any more than vain attempts
To
rationalize a mystery that the mind
Can
never totally understand
Or
explain successfully.
* * * *
At the
core of all scientific theory
Is a
huge bag of empty words.
* * * *
Why do
so many make such weight
Of
another’s color or any other difference?
Why is
it we cannot appreciate the flavor
Of this
incredibly amazing diversity
In
which every single one of us
Plays
an undeniable role.
* * * *
Isn’t
it odd that a day spent in nature,
Unburdened
by the haste of technology,
Is for
so many city-dwellers a waste of time.
* * * *
Swoon
in the depths of godness,
In the
bosom of all origins.
Thou
art That I Am,
The
greatness in which all abide, one.
* * * *
What an
abomination all enslavement is.
* * * *
Oh yes,
oh yes, oh yes, no doubt
It is truly
every man’s greatest dream
To sell
cars, furniture or insurance.
* * * *
Don’t
you tire of all the forces in your life
Trying
to change you into something else?
* * * *
Pain
invokes discipline.
* * * *
One
thing negates another,
And on
and on all dominoes fall.
* * * *
Be good
to your men, ladies.
Treat
them with respect and care.
When
your looks have gone,
When
your vanity is in shambles,
When
make-up, clothes and jewelry
No long
hide the disarray of your body,
Will
your heart and mind still when him home?
* * * *
What a
lot of unnecessary crap is spun
By
parasitic forces in the spiritual quest.
* * * *
Tis so,
Tis not, Tis so, Tis not, Tis …
* * * *
When
did time begin, and who’s counting?
* * * *
The
politicians tell you what you want to hear
You
applaud, cheer, you give them control.
They
lie, cheat and steal, you become upset
And
then elect new ones who do the same.
How
clueless and naively hopeful you remain.
* * * *
All
political correctness can go to hell.
* * * *
The
answers all spring from within.
* * * *
Why
create such nightmares for each other
Is
beyond any rational comprehension.
* * * *
Are
there any who are not sometimes
Both
saint and demon in this theatre of time?
Are any
ever lost to their reality forever?
Nah. How could they be?
* * * *
Faith
in any concept will ever fall short of the mark.
* * * *
The
game of god is only in your mind.
* * * *
You
cannot swim in a muddy river
And not
expect to come out unscathed.
* * * *
You are
much too complicated and way to simple
To be
defined by any word ever conceived.
* * * *
We are
together the many drops of godness
Drizzling
across time’s every invention.
* * * *
Is
eternity very long? Is eternity very
short?
Both
and neither in a who knows, who cares sort of way.
* * * *
You
will find your Self even where angels fear to tread.
* * * *
Dear
diary, what a day its been.
* * * *
Sometimes
you are brutishly selfish,
Sometimes
incredibly generous.
Contraction
and expansion.
Each
have their time.
* * * *
This
production will drag on for as long as the mystery
Chooses
to identify with mortal hunks of flesh.
Limitation
is the creator of all dreams.
* * * *
Each
get our fix one way or another.
* * * *
Will
god exist after we are gone?
* * * *
Lots of
notebooks used in this undertaking.
Probably
deep in some large landfill
By the
time anyone reads this.
* * * *
Vanity
or sanity?
* * * *
We each
carve up our piece of the way in so many ways.
So
different, so similar.
* * * *
What
can be the point of this
But to
wake up to the dream?
* * * *
The
wonder of it is the beatitude.
* * * *
We
separate our Selves
Through
the concept of god.
* * * *
The
part is the whole in miniature form.
* * * *
Maybe
something sane will happen someday.
Maybe
not.
* * * *
To
envision eternity,
Crack
the shell of time.
* * * *
Happy
endings, unhappy endings.
One the
other and the other one.
All
relative.
* * * *
How
your spiritual impulse translates into daily living
Depends
on the countless variations which have shaped
Your
illusory individuality into the quest for indivisibility.
* * * *
Same
chaos, another day.
* * * *
Trust
my fellow man?
Many
never, some sometimes, few anytime.
* * * *
Am I
venting?
* * * *
Follow
the same pattern all your life,
Or
change it every moment you are able,
Your
allotted time passes as surely
As sand
in any hourglass.
* * * *
Let
your imagination do the walking.
Not
everything needs be experienced live.
* * * *
Godness
is in the face of the newborn.
* * * *
All
fractions are the makers of delusion.
* * * *
Each
gives life whatever meaning s/he will,
None
more or less true than the other.
* * * *
Transcribing
all this foolishness
Is postponing
an awful lot of good walks.
The
things one does to abide in this silly tragicomedy.
Gag me.
* * * *
Refuse
to be anyone else’s ideal.
* * * *
The
collusion of any given madness
Weaves
many adroit rationalizations.
* * * *
Fate
draws many conclusions.
* * * *
Why
should you apologize to any other
For
being what you are?
Fuck
‘em if they can’t take a joke.
* * * *
You can
imagine it,
But
would you do it?
* * * *
What
guardianship inevitably follows
The
seeing of another’s eyes in your own.
* * * *
No
rules, baby.
* * * *
Be
aware that all these little ditties
May or
may not be correlated by proximity.
Paper
of every variety was stationed in many places,
And
used randomly as thoughts bubbled up
In
their madcap spontaneous way.
Truly a
pathless journey.
* * * *
The
waves crash choicelessly.
Find
harbor where you may
For the
storm is coming.
* * * *
Can you
feel the viciousness deep within?
It
ain’t all heart.
* * * *
What a
curiosity the mind is.
* * * *
The house that imagination built.
* * * *
Gold
sees gold.
*
* * *
Death
trumps all.
* * * *
All
of the technology in the world
Will not detain your
last breath.
* * * *
The
moment is kingdom to all.
* * * *
So
beyond the pale, it’s horizon long lost.
* * * *
Savor
every moment,
Every bit of awareness
Your dreamtime allows.
It is all you really
have.
* * * *
The
mastery of contentment
Is beyond all
consequence.
* * * *
It
cannot be broached through this thought or that.
The stillness of the
awareness prior to consciousness
Is the key to the
infinite holographic matrix within.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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