LXXVI
Argue
duality in whatever way your individualistic limitation wills,
It is
all the same indivisible oneness dancing away
In the
waves of conscious design.
* * * *
Curious
how it sometimes becomes difficult
To
recall who you are pretending to be.
* * * *
There
is really only ignorance
And
awareness of the ignorance.
* * * *
We
argue the propaganda of time,
Of the
limitations of the self-absorbed mind.
Grasping
the largest view is beyond the scope
Of any
parochial, unquestioning perspective.
* * * *
Life is
the only real teacher,
But
what is it you seem so certain
You are
here to discover?
* * * *
How can
you ever be truly content
With
the placebo of another’s truth?
* * * *
What
can the vague pleasures
Of any
dream truly offer?
* * * *
The pendulum
swings.
* * * *
You are
in the beginning
As you
will be to the ending.
* * * *
Sometimes
so light, sometimes so dark.
All the
same dancer, all the same dance.
* * * *
Are you
waging the game of life supreme?
* * * *
A set
of writings for coffee tables,
Bed
stands and bathrooms.
* * * *
How
different any life would be
With
even just a different name.
* * * *
The
mind embraces every sort of speculation
As if
any of them can capture a shred of truth
With
even the most profound plays of sound.
* * * *
All are
conditioned to believe so many things matter.
That
has been the flow of the human drama.
Seeing
beyond the mind’s choices
Into
the detachment of choicelessness
Is
challenging even for the greatest minds.
Attachment
to any given pattern permeates all.
* * * *
At some
point a whiff is all you need
To know
well enough any experience.
All
delusion is born of imagination.
* * * *
Shit,
piss, semen, gas, sweat, snot, blood, tears, wax, saliva.
What is
the body but an amazing energy conversion unit?
* * * *
You
will ether reject these world
Or
harness them to you own devices.
* * * *
Following
an idea promising
Something
that you already have
Is the
remedy of ignorance.
* * * *
When
you can spin hay into gold,
You are
the mystery.
* * * *
Imitating
an ideal is as close a most ever get.
* * * *
What
temptation to abuse privilege.
* * * *
If you
believe karma is real,
You
probably are due for more.
* * * *
Do you
wallow in anything as much
As
reflection upon your personal existence?
The trick
is remembering its relativity to any and all.
* * * *
How can
you ever be free
If you
have any expectations
Of what
freedom will be?
* * * *
This is
an answer to the quagmire
Of a
dysfunctional dead-end paradigm
Well on
the way towards self-destruction.
* * * *
Belief
is the mind’s unceasing attempt
To gain
security in an existence
Which
can offer none.
* * * *
Why not
be confident?
Why
tolerate fear?
Why
hesitate?
* * * *
If you
believe karma even exists,
Then
you are probably due
For a
few more slaps.
* * * *
How can
you even hope to be free
If you
have even one expectation?
* * * *
Theater
is theater
No
matter the stage.
* * * *
One
plus one equals one,
It is
the most simple math.
* * * *
Change
is not.
* * * *
God is
the invention of a self-absorbed mind.
* * * *
Idealistic
delusion is sweet
Until
the Golden Horde
Comes
over the hill.
* * * *
Love
godness simply because you love totality,
Not out
of fear, obligation or hope for reward.
* * * *
We’re
all god here.
* * * *
Take it
or leave it, it really don’t matter to me.
* * * *
Love is
a tricky word,
Absurdly
indefinable.
* * * *
As you
are more powerful than many forms,
Why
should there not be many others
Much
more potent than you?
* * * *
It only
takes one person
To
screw it up for everyone else.
* * * *
How
much of life is the bluff
Of a
moderate poker hand?
* * * *
Knowing
something is true,
And
then coping with it in the everyday
May be
two very challenging things to pull together.
* * * *
So much
you don’t know, so much you cannot know.
Yet
without you there is no knowing, no knower.
What a
mysterious paradox all creation.
* * * *
How
quickly we jump to judgments
Of
another’s perceived shortcomings.
* * * *
The
scope of truth is both broad and narrow.
* * * *
Is the
mind as we know it capable of true joy?
Can it
be manipulated, deceived, cajoled,
Ignored
or conditioned to be happy?
* * * *
You are
the research vehicle.
Send a
memo when you
Figure
an answer
That
suits you.
* * * *
Complexity
is a many-edged sword.
* * * *
The
egoistic impulse for glory
Seems
strong in each of us.
* * * *
Rare
are those who can put aside their craving
To
fully, impersonally, objectively examine
Their
personal, subjective context.
* * * *
The
devil is the one who takes everything personally,
Who
cannot see the other’s suffering is the same,
Who
cannot play life any way but win or lose.
The
devil is in the hell of dualistic notion,
The one
in denial of the Self within.
Who
does not play out that role
To one
degree or another?
* * * *
Are you
detached in idea or reality?
* * * *
Where
mind leads, body will follow,
A
shadow to the end of all beginnings.
* * * *
What
bliss surrender!
Is it
more than you deserve?
* * * *
All
that effort to control something over which you have none,
All that
will exercising remedies to a fate which lacks any.
* * * *
Managing
free will is a fool’s game.
* * * *
We each
live the life we feel called to live.
* * * *
Life is
a subscription, death its payment.
* * * *
Wisdom
is just distilling things down
To the
most simple equations.
It
seems profound only to the mind
Snared
in the complexities of its vanity.
* * * *
Unless
we as a species alter our paradigm,
We are
doomed by our own success.
* * * *
Change
breeds change.
* * * *
Why are
we so blind
To the
greatest commonality
Is a
mystery unto itself.
* * * *
What
point to the esoteric is oneness
Cannot
be incorporated into daily living?
* * * *
Every
drop unique, every drop original.
All
very much the same essence.
Fractions
abide ever one.
No
more, no less.
* * * *
Can any
bubble bridle the truth?
* * * *
Create
just enough courage to overcome you fear.
* * * *
What
would life be like
If you
truly lived it effortlessly?
* * * *
The
world birthed of the human mind
Cannot
stand against the immeasurable.
* * * *
Pop out
into the infinity of the absolute.
Pop
back into the dualistic vehicle
Which
allows you to envision it.
* * * *
Those
who do not manage their bodies well
Run the
course of any ill-mannered mechanism.
* * * *
Manifest
freedom is relative to circumstance.
The
unmanifest freedom is without context.
* * * *
Muster
the courage that dissipates the fear.
Summon
the breath that vanquishes the dread.
Attend
the mind that generates the doubt and worry.
Give
pause the activity that hypnotizes the vision.
* * * *
Everything
is imagined habit, patterned
By a
random mix of genetics and context.
* * * *
The
inevitability of time, of cause and effect,
Creates
a play of history all but concluded.
* * * *
Inward
non-being is the integration meditation attains.
Only in
the cessation of the concept of freedom is there freedom.
When
mind stills into simple awareness, you are the wind that is not wind.
* * * *
Youthful
self-absorption denies
The
same sense of experience others share.
Wisdom
is the appreciation of life’s wider commonalities.
* * * *
Does
having much more than needed prove better?
* * * *
The
whole universe is contained in your mind’s eye.
* * * *
Different
strokes for different folks.
* * * *
Those
who seek truth do it alone.
* * * *
Passion
generally only exacerbates a problem.
* * * *
The
Sodoms and Gomorrahs
Are
consumed by their own ignorance.
The
wrath of god is not required.
* * * *
Plead
simple ignorance
In the
courtrooms of judgment.
* * * *
No use
making yourself sick
Over
circumstances which you have
Absolutely
no say whatsoever.
* * * *
How can
you ever hope to find completion, fullness,
If you
can’t discern it in the passing moment?
It
ain’t gonna happen no place else.
* * * *
Even
those you have killed are your teachers.
* * * *
Confusion
sets in again and again
In the
mind caught in the web
Of its
ceaseless limitation.
* * * *
The
overwhelming play of numbers
Has
numbed our sensibilities.
* * * *
Is time
friend or foe?
Or
simply awareness
Dreaming
in real-time?
* * * *
A fool
is not bound by his words.
* * * *
Ponder
all the fire of hell or the gold of heaven
Until
you discern it is all merely the fickle waves
Of your
vivid, subjective, delusional imagination.
* * * *
Interesting
how so many believe god judges us
For a
silly game we had no hand in inventing.
* * * *
One
foot in eternity, the other in time,
Wander
aimlessly purposeful.
* * * *
What
limitations we each and every one compensate for.
* * * *
Life is
a game with a set of rules
In
which we all participate willingly or not
In so
many unique permutations.
* * * *
Your
life is a statistical cross section of potentials.
* * * *
What
doe a cancer do
After
it has consumed all
But
turn upon itself?
* * * *
Successful,
abundant specialization
Inevitably
collides with its limitations.
* * * *
Of
meaning and purpose, there is none but what is imagined.
* * * *
History is a collage of fiction.
* * * *
You are
as rich as you feel.
* * * *
You
need not be bound by any personal mythos.
At any
point in time, you can change your mind.
* * * *
Contentment
means passion hasn’t got
The
same shackle on you that it once did.
* * * *
Examine
any event through all eyes present,
And
there will be as many views of its history.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
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Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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