27 August 2013

Chapter 75 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


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.

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How is it that something so obvious is so unseen?

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Numbers,
As objective as we’d like to believe them,
Often have so many interpretations,
As to be utterly meaningless.

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The body-mind is a one-way time machine.

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How many pollutants
You have ingested,
And still you live.
Astounding.

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Love as a merely a word
Is all but meaningless.

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How easy it is to fool someone who wants to be fooled.

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History is full of extinct peoples
Who weren’t paying attention.

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You are a student of irony and paradox.

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Form leads you nowhere.

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Still you ride the wave of imagery.

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You must look within to see your love.

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So many trying so hard to be happy.
How curious that we cannot let go
Of that which creates all duality.

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You must believe the part you play,
Else you would find ways to change it
And not consume your life in such anguish.

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Empower yourself.

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What effort are you now expending
To manipulate your world?

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Trust your fate.
Your are doomed to being barely a twinkle of a memory
In a few minds who will also dissolve into oblivion.

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The universe is so perfectly ruthless.

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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.

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Why do you hold your love at a distance?

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You are all the gods woven of time.

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Be here now no matter what here and now it is.

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What irony that we are so attached to something
Which cannot stay the same no matter how we will it so.

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When even the most ardent rock changes form,
How can one again and again be fooled into delusion?

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How can we continue to be so blind to the obvious?

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Work is the ploy of those who own the carrots
And are not hesitant to use the whips.

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It is, first and foremost,
About discerning your godness.
The rest is mere distraction.

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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.

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Fear not Dorothy,
Your fate will bring you home.

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It’s difficult to disregard thought.
Awareness is just too peaceful.

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What’s the point of depriving yourself
A well-deserved laugh at all this insanity?

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Just because you comprehend the greater picture
Does not get you out of this one for the time-being.

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Playing the rhetoric game is great fun,
But where does it take the gamester?

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Is the body really much more than
A container for a pile of shit and entrails,
Neuron pathways, and reproductive impulses?

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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.

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Is philosophy any more than vain attempts
To rationalize a mystery that the mind
Can never totally understand
Or explain successfully.

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At the core of all scientific theory
Is a huge bag of empty words.

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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.

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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.

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Swoon in the depths of godness,
In the bosom of all origins.
Thou art That I Am,
The greatness in which all abide, one.

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What an abomination all enslavement is.

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Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, no doubt
It is truly every man’s greatest dream
To sell cars, furniture or insurance.

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Don’t you tire of all the forces in your life
Trying to change you into something else?

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Pain invokes discipline.

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One thing negates another,
And on and on all dominoes fall.

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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?

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What a lot of unnecessary crap is spun
By parasitic forces in the spiritual quest.

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Tis so, Tis not, Tis so, Tis not, Tis …

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When did time begin, and who’s counting?

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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.

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All political correctness can go to hell.

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The answers all spring from within.

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Why create such nightmares for each other
Is beyond any rational comprehension.

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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?

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Faith in any concept will ever fall short of the mark.

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The game of god is only in your mind.

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You cannot swim in a muddy river
And not expect to come out unscathed.

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You are much too complicated and way to simple
To be defined by any word ever conceived.

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We are together the many drops of godness
Drizzling across time’s every invention.

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Is eternity very long?  Is eternity very short?
Both and neither in a who knows, who cares sort of way.

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You will find your Self even where angels fear to tread.

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Dear diary, what a day its been.

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Sometimes you are brutishly selfish,
Sometimes incredibly generous.
Contraction and expansion.
Each have their time.

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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.

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Each get our fix one way or another.

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Will god exist after we are gone?

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Lots of notebooks used in this undertaking.
Probably deep in some large landfill
By the time anyone reads this.

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Vanity or sanity?

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We each carve up our piece of the way in so many ways.
So different, so similar.

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What can be the point of this
But to wake up to the dream?

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The wonder of it is the beatitude.

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We separate our Selves
Through the concept of god.

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The part is the whole in miniature form.

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Maybe something sane will happen someday.
Maybe not.

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To envision eternity,
Crack the shell of time.

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Happy endings, unhappy endings.
One the other and the other one.
All relative.

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How your spiritual impulse translates into daily living
Depends on the countless variations which have shaped
Your illusory individuality into the quest for indivisibility.

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Same chaos, another day.

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Trust my fellow man?
Many never, some sometimes, few anytime.

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Am I venting?

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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.

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Let your imagination do the walking.
Not everything needs be experienced live.

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Godness is in the face of the newborn.

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All fractions are the makers of delusion.

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Each gives life whatever meaning s/he will,
None more or less true than the other.

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Transcribing all this foolishness
Is postponing an awful lot of good walks.
The things one does to abide in this silly tragicomedy.
Gag me.

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Refuse to be anyone else’s ideal.

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The collusion of any given madness
Weaves many adroit rationalizations.

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Fate draws many conclusions.

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Why should you apologize to any other
For being what you are?
Fuck ‘em if they can’t take a joke.

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You can imagine it,
But would you do it?

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What guardianship inevitably follows
The seeing of another’s eyes in your own.

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No rules, baby.

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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.

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The waves crash choicelessly.
Find harbor where you may
For the storm is coming.

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Can you feel the viciousness deep within?
It ain’t all heart.

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What a curiosity the mind is.

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The house that imagination built.

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Gold sees gold.

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Death trumps all.

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All of the technology in the world
Will not detain your last breath.

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The moment is kingdom to all.

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So beyond the pale, it’s horizon long lost.

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Savor every moment,
Every bit of awareness
Your dreamtime allows.
It is all you really have.

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The mastery of contentment
Is beyond all consequence.

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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)
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