LXXVII
You can know many
arenas
Intuitively, and with
great vision,
Yet are unable to
wrench your Self
From the weavings of
personal context.
Death is the key-holder
to ultimate freedom.
* * * *
Where
were you a moment ago?
Where
will you be a moment hence?
The
smoke of perception is such a dream.
* * * *
And
back to this world...
If
women want to know how exciting a condom is,
Try
sucking on a finger beneath a latex glove.
* * * *
A
woman’s truth is maya.
* * * *
What is
judgment but a vain attempt
To feel
right about the lie you are.
* * * *
Oh
noble cause.
Spare
us the hypocrisy and hype.
* * * *
How
many others pay a price
For any
of our foolish visions.
* * * *
Do you
play your role, or does it play you?
* * * *
An ant
does not battle the wasp for some imagined slight,
Nor a
grudge born five generations before,
But of
an instinctual urge
Within
it and all those of similar seed
To
survive, to continue in the choiceless unravelling.
* * * *
Puppeteer,
puppeteer, might I rest my strings for a bit?
* * * *
There
are just some people who cannot be trusted,
And the
challenge is discerning them
Before
they compromise
Your
space.
* * * *
You
consume your early life creating your universe
Until
one moment the overflowing dam breaks
And you
wash away into immortal oblivion.
* * * *
Heart
makes us behave so foolishly.
But
better to have loved and lost
Than to
have never loved at all.
No
doubt implied, decried, sighed,
Countless
times since our fall from Eden.
* * * *
What
can taint truth?
* * * *
Once
you see what is real,
The
biggest tent is no more
Than a
small town carnival.
* * * *
Your
current language was once slang.
* * * *
You lap
the heels of your own destiny.
* * * *
It
doesn’t always have to make sense.
* * * *
What
you think is going on here
Can
never be more than speculation
About
what is really going on here.
* * * *
How
lockstep the political correctness of idolatry.
* * * *
Who is
that masked man, kimosabe?
* * * *
Once
you begin to really question,
What
limits will withstand the siege?
* * * *
What
inevitable conclusion can one reach
The
irony of this world’s agony and ecstasy.
* * * *
There
are many much more stupid for all their intelligence.
* * * *
Learn
to trust your own intuition.
* * * *
What’s
the point of philosophy
If it
doesn’t translate into daily living?
* * * *
Invoking
pity only fosters more self-absorption.
* * * *
Ahead
of its time you are told.
What to
answer but that there is no time.
* * * *
No one
will ever decipher the life
Which
created all these thoughts.
We all
journey very much alone.
* * * *
Science
alone is not competent enough
To lead
humanity out of its many creations.
* * * *
You may
long for freedom,
But can
you ever be free?
* * * *
Who
would you be without a context?
* * * *
Even
wanting badly to turn it around,
There
are still inertia and vectors
Which
require an accounting.
* * * *
Better
not to take personally outcomes
Founded
upon untold eons of evolution.
* * * *
Like
every other flash in the pan,
This,
too, shall pass.
* * * *
To see
all we envision
Of our
world and universe
Is
little more than a piece of lint
To the
farthest corners of this mystery,
Is a
difficult blow to the pride of any identity.
* * * *
Can you
endure a vision larger than your imagination?
* * * *
Absurd,
eh?
* * * *
Is
there anyone less humble, less modest
Than
someone declaring themselves to be?
* * * *
How
tiring those who continually lament their condition.
* * * *
Mother
Nature misses no opportunity to create or destroy.
* * * *
How you
really live is your philosophy.
It is
action and deed, not self-deceptive words.
It is
what one actually does, not what is thought or said.
* * * *
Despite
all written and implied here,
You
need not make even one argument or claim
About
what you intuitively know.
* * * *
Life is
just a touchy-feely kaleidoscoping dream.
* * * *
Pride
cannot know the contentment of humility.
* * * *
It’s
about whatever you want to believe its about.
* * * *
Time is
really quite still.
Only
thought moves.
* * * *
How
easily the hands of the clock
Become
your greatest adversity.
* * * *
Notice
the spaces and orbits of the afternoon dust
Swirling
in a sun-filled room. Universes
everywhere.
* * * *
All you
can do is postpone the inevitable.
* * * *
Sincere
gushing can be dubious.
* * * *
Nothing
before before.
Nothing
after after.
* * * *
Mistakes
and accidents
Are
often the inattention
Of
unfocused decision.
* * * *
If the
tenous lightband in which humanity dances
Erodes
beyond remedy, the cast will be supplanted
By
whatever creatures are on deck to rule the garden.
* * * *
The
specialist will always know more,
But the
generalist cannot be matched
For
having seen beyond the horizon.
* * * *
Every
now in which you awaken,
You are
reborn into eternal life.
* * * *
Don’t
be impaled by your labels.
* * * *
Why
bear a grudge against that
Which
does not, cannot truly exist?
* * * *
The
blindness of the herd is not for all.
* * * *
Down,
down, down we go,
Where
we’ll end up one wonders
If even
the god of free will yet knows.
* * * *
If you
wish to truly lead,
Too
much greed can shoot the legs
Out of
your political support.
* * * *
Get
control of your thumb.
* * * *
It is
surely not difficult
Being a
little bit of everything,
But can
you be a little bit of nothing?
* * * *
Get you
dogma behind me.
* * * *
What
good will all your attachment do?
* * * *
What
path to glory, one wonders,
Does a
cockroach or snail travel?
* * * *
Modern
generosity usually implies
Tax
deduction or political favor.
* * * *
The
only thing worth being saved from
Is the
eternal play of ignorance.
* * * *
History
does strange things with its mystical writings and writers.
It
would be interesting to see how the spin-doctors twist this.
* * * *
It is
vanity which makes humanity’s destiny intractable
* * * *
Politicians
target short term objectives and solutions
As
viable remedies for long term predicaments.
They
tell the masses what they wish to hear
To
retain the expedient advantage.
It is
the ample difference
Between
tactics and strategy
In a
war for survival and dominance
About
to endure a severe spin for the worse.
* * * *
The
wall approaches quickly,
And we
are only accelerating.
* * * *
Attachment
to psyche is the crux of the situation,
An
arrogant premise which underwrites
The
entire human experience.
* * * *
What
motivates you into doing
Whatever
it is you seem
Impelled
to do?
* * * *
To see
past any propaganda, past any lie,
You
must look outside its designated arena.
* * * *
Interesting
this attachment to a body
Which
has never even for one moment
Been in
the same time and space.
* * * *
We’re
given this incredible opportunity to exist,
And
we’re doing what with it?
* * * *
Faster,
faster, history is catching up with us.
* * * *
Any
mythology is just a fragile egg shell
To be
broken when you’re ready to hatch.
* * * *
Cease
the measuring and you are the immeasurable.
* * * *
So few
inquire deeply into their origin.
* * * *
Expand
upon all your concepts
In
every way, every form imaginable.
Until
you release all, you swim in delusion.
When a
drop ceases its conceptual separations,
The
ocean attains conscious union.
* * * *
The
higher the station,
The
more difficult to act faithfully
On
matters of conscience.
* * * *
What is
the state of mind
When
all barriers cease?
* * * *
It is
mastery of one’s aloneness
Which
unleashes immortal sovereignty.
* * * *
How can
you even for a moment imagine
That anyone
or anything could last forever?
* * * *
No one
can avoid their fate.
* * * *
We are
all experts at delusion.
* * * *
Patterns
unravel so eloquently.
* * * *
The
more people, the more laws.
* * * *
You are
that breath.
* * * *
Been
too many hats to think any one fits.
* * * *
Travel
intuition through times prior to all assumptions.
Grounded
only in the vanities of the human mind,
No
speculation touches the ultimate reality.
* * * *
You may
sometimes think you have seen it all,
But,
rest assured, there are many, many,
Many
delusions left to assimilate.
* * * *
Surf
the paradox.
* * * *
The
mask washes off, Kimosabe.
* * * *
God’s
probably already seen the video replay.
* * * *
Humanity
is going down to what’s coming up.
* * * *
Is
anyone any more than an a priori time capsule?
* * * *
What
are you going to be when you grow up?
* * * *
God is
spun of vanity.
* * * *
So many
blinded by their sensory vision.
* * * *
Check
out your face and body from the inside
* * * *
Any
assumption brings about inevitable conclusions.
* * * *
Raise
your hand if you believe ignorance will always win out.
* * * *
Revealed
prophecies about an antichrist
Could
be the opposite of what most
Have
been taught to believe.
Always
remember that most riddles
Are
paradoxes best not taken too literally.
* * * *
Interesting
how so many visualize
A pride-filled,
vain, petty god
Requiring
our worship.
* * * *
The
mind has naught but imagination
To play out its
passionate theater.
* * * *
Perhaps
the reign of an antichrist
Is that
of heaven-like qualities,
And the
return to a vain god
Just a
revival of the same of what
We
already have way too much of now.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
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Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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