LXXVIII
We are
all caged by the power of imagination.
Only in
detachment can delusion discern its end.
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So much
different, so much the same.
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The
powerless colored powerful
So
often make others suffer
For all
their insecurities.
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Trial
by fire, trial by fuck-up.
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Paradox,
irony, riddle, delusion.
All
lies, all truth.
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You
need not be a scholar to see truth.
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Who but
the world-weary question?
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What
point in being a guest in your own house?
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The
ignorant will inherit the earth.
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You
were godness long before you were born,
And
shall be long after you resign the field.
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What’s
the point of philosophy
If
there is no perception of mastery
Whatever
the context, over your universe?
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Genius
and wisdom are not confined by age.
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If you
tempt fate by putting yourself in harm’s way,
Be prepared
for the consequences.
And try
not to whine.
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The
demand for drugs is growing
Because
they invoke a peace of mind
Few can
acquire on their own.
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Dance
heartily to your destruction.
* * * *
Any
game runs relatively smoothly
As long
as everyone follows the same rules.
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Few
recognize genius until after it passes.
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“Praise
buddha for this opportunity
To
befriend and console my opponents,”
He
screamed as they again flipped the switch.
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Is it
the concept that creates the problem,
Or the
mind that manipulates its use?
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Every
creature ever manifested on this planet
Has
participated in one niche, one context or another.
Those
whose habitats collapse change or perish.
Adapt
or die.
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All the
concepts ever wrought
Cannot
fill even a thimble of eternity.
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Is it
an issue of power, or of vision?
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You who
read these words
Are the
seers, the chosen ones
Given
free reign over all dominions
Inspired
by the dream of consciousness.
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We are
all the eye of godness, but few
Seem
called to witness it consciously.
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It is
impossible for the you that you imagine
To exist
in the nowness you truly are.
You
cannot be resurrected into eternal life.
Until
you discern the youness that is prior to time.
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You
will only know, only see,
What it
is your destiny to perceive.
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If you
do not convert something into a concept,
You
deal with it directly, free of that which is prior.
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The
sheen of space-time is the eternal distraction.
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Humanity
is most decidedly not
The
highest life form in all creation.
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Piecemeal
thoughts brought together
In a random
inspirational fashion.
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Being, timelessly
still, keenly observant,
Is the
work of those to whom Self beckons.
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The day
you die is really no different
Than
the one on which you were conceived,
Or any
through which the temporal dream passes.
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The
pain of sickness, injury, aging and dying
Are
annoying disturbances to mortal existence.
If god
was truly a nice guy he wouldn’t make
Such a
hellish enterprise of pleasure.
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We must
each heed the call of our destiny.
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Passion
is an open sore.
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Courage,
Pilgrim, courage.
* * * *
Neither
a borrower nor lender be.
True
again and again.
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It is a
tough fucking world when you’re not,
But can
be even more trying when you are.
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Wander
into your fate.
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Despite
the play of the clay,
The
ground is ever the same.
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Where
does the universe go
When
you blink your eyes?
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God is
your imagination,
Or
perhaps, a lack of it.
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Only
the weak, the powerless
Imitate
or follow the powerful.
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The
human condition is contrived.
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The successful
bureaucrat quickly learns
That
the gradual erosion of freedom
Causes
only resigned grumbling.
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It is
belief that gives any conceptual mirage reality.
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Even
the mightiest god must someday return home.
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Silence
is the streaming without conceptual static.
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Just
another moment best left passed.
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How
challenging to put both
The
agony and ecstasy behind you.
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Odds
are you bring upon yourself far more pain
Than
any other ever will.
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There
is a clear, purposeful, intense purity
About
the savagery of the instinctual nature
Which
puts civilized humanity to shame.
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No
matter how the ocean roars,
Its
nature is serenely absolute.
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As if
any earthbound church
Could
even hold a candle to that within.
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Why
compare yourself with another
Once
you see all comparison,
All
differences are only imagined.
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How
often one day’s resolve
Becomes
tomorrow’s foam.
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Actors
who really believe their parts
Are
inevitably better actors.
Those
who don’t become mystics.
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Without
one limiting factor or another, it is likely inevitable
That
any given life form will breed itself out of existence.
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The
longest way is sometimes the shortest.
The
shortest is sometimes the longest.
Light
can blind, darkness enlighten.
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Silence
is heaven’s greatest orchestration.
* * * *
Some
people just like making promises
They
have no intention of keeping.
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Is it
any less a dust storm than it ever was?
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The
most real revolution in modern times
Would
be agricultural self-sufficiency.
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Funny
how almost every opinion seems
To
invoke more and more division.
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Political
correctness works well
Until
the knife threatens your throat.
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All the
eyes of godness will never see themselves,
Only
the reflections of a sensory existence.
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The
movement is the measurement.
The
immeasurable mind is a still, ordered mind.
It is a
reflection of the all-seeing, all-knowing, all-being one
It is
the truth, the light, the way, eternal and absolute.
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You may
command a board game or simulation,
But
what sort of general would you be
Amid
the acrid smoke and screams of the dying?
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How
many years will you wager his return?
Will
you ever wake up to the real message of the story?
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In a
savage garden, who is the most ruthless spawn?
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What
need for other realities,
For
dreams, visions and powers
Once
you recognize a direct link-up?
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To take
it all personally is a mistake we all make.
* * * *
How
much life has suffered for all our ‘scientific’ inquiry.
How
would we fare if the creatures of this world were to judge us
For the
incalculable tortures of our war upon nature?
* * * *
Life is
a swirl of faces and names,
Of
bodies and claims, of notoriety and shames.
* * * *
Who is
this Anon fellow?
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Your
universe is subjective.
Why
should anyone else’s be less so?
After
all, is anything really anything but intuition,
No
matter the many layers of pretense?
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Beginnings
begin now, endings end now.
Beginnings
end now, and endings begin now.
Causes
become effects, effects causes, all now.
Time is
the illusion, the delusion of consciousness.
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How can
a circle be round?
How can
time die?
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Is
there anything more demonic than calculated rage,
Or more
angelic than spontaneous caring?
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Mortal
existence is a promise that cannot be long kept.
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The
trick sometimes
Is
convincing yourself
You’re
having fun.
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The
real nightmare would be
If
heaven were a corporate operation.
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A good
natural disaster makes a broken nail
Seem,
perhaps, a little less traumatic.
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The
best loneliness is when it doesn’t
Even
occur to you that you’re alone.
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The
context invokes your passage through it.
* * * *
To
smite any apparatus,
Do you
become one, stay human,
Or some
spiraling combination?
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Is
there really such a thing as meaningful work?
Or is
it all contrived by the excesses of too many too often?
* * * *
Despite
all appearances to the contrary,
You
cannot stop or even slow the stream.
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What a
romp in absurdity.
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What
you are, what you truly have,
Is
yours wherever, whenever, however,
Whatever,
whoever, whyever you are.
Eternity
can never be quelled
In any
way whatsoever
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You
cannot die, but to death.
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Fear
not, no matter the storm, for thou art the harbor.
* * * *
Death
is as death does.
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Is
consciousness as it is known truly any more
Than a hierarchy
of weights and measures?
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The
universe is as old as you make it.
* * * *
The
mind incessantly measures all it imagines.
Judge
not and you will not be judged.
Catch
the paradox of the joke
You
play on yourself.
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The
frenzy of our creation must by its own devices
Bring
about its inevitable destruction.
* * * *
Your
psychological-emotional response to anything
Speaks adroitly
of those things called life issues.
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Everything
is connected at the quantum level,
Every action rippling
to and fro across all dimensions.
Through what dark
valleys will the future pass
With so much ignorance
at the helm.
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You
want justice?
May as
well blow your head off in this world.
* * * *
Do you
really need to know so much?
What’s
the point?
* * * *
Life
can sometimes be a very tiring miracle.
* * * *
How
much pain, how much pleasure
Will
you endure before that last exhale?
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Image
is a many-wondered thing.
* * * *
There
is really nothing at all to worry about.
* * * *
To really
not care, how freeing.
* * * *
Humanity
needs for something to happen to it
That
will make the flood look like a bathtub ring.
* * * *
Inevitable
you will get kicked off the pedestals others create.
* * * *
Life is
short, and getting shorter every moment.
* * * *
Free
will is at best a superficial delusion,
A guise
in which to extrapolate your true being.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
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Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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