27 August 2013

Chapter 79 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


LXXIX

The seeds of passion blossom into arrogance, into doubt, into fear.
Breathe so fully that there is nothing left to imagine,
And the thistles grown of passion
Wither into that prior to all dreams of mind.

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How afraid we are of time to want so much from it.

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You are guilty of everything,
You are not guilty of anything.
Nolo contendere across the board.

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Where does life come from?
Where does it go to?
All the same.

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People can surprise you with their predictability.

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There is no choice but change.

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The space within is the space without.

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Attractive imagery can create
A certain tolerance toward bullshit.

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Meaning is measurement.
Measurement is meaning.

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Even vacuums get full.

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Your are likely, at least occasionally,
The blatant asshole you most detest.

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The human drama is beyond reconciliation
Without some form of external intervention.

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Why feel guilty over fearful of things
Over which you have no control?

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Success is always trammeled sooner or later.

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We have this incredible unwillingness to be nothing.

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A happy mirror is much easier to look into.

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The meek will inherit the earth
Because time will bury them.

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Beware the humanitarians

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Have you not at many many points
Done what you so harshly
Judge in others?

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It will all be over soon enough.

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All value lies within.

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Be an indivisible individual.

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In time you find yourself knowing
Much less than you once thought.

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Why entertain such thoughts?

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Why fear another’s god?

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Being and becoming,
What a gap in implications.

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Undying bliss is the quality of an unborn mind,
A mind born again into that which is origin to all.

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A great sense of dispassion
Descends increasingly equally.

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Once you really learn to think, to question, to see,
What a different world, a different universe.
Horrific and amusing just the same.

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The unattached mind holds no burden.

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Have you ever really wanted
As much as you have?

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Few seek the end of delusion.

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Do not be bound by the limitations of your world.

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Since so few see beyond the surface,
It is quite easy to play the foolish chameleon.

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Who likes being stolen from?

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You cannot help but act.

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This is what we have done to our creation.

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Heaven is the best of drugs.

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A martial artist merely knows
Where the universe is going to be.

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The scary part is that any given government
And the vast array of corporations and bureaucracies
Are made up of ordinary people not all that different from you.

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Science fiction is fiction no longer.

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There seem to be two types of folks in this world:
Those who follow someone else’s rules
And those who make their own.

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Caress your Self.
Take an eternal breath.

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The littlefolk abide as best they can
In the world we are creating of their Eden.

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Wherever you are,
Imagine what it was like
When you first saw it.

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Wouldn’t it be something
To not have to be acting all the time?

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Will they kill you
If you don’t play their game?

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If you believe in justice, you are a fool.

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You needn’t try to do it anyone else’s way.

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Oh, bittersweet paradox.

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How desperate so many are to find acceptance.
What a genetic agenda!

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Call god mystery or mystery god.
Plbbthhh!  Who cares?

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Love only godness and you will be free.

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Organized religion is an attempt
To get control of something
Which cannot be tamed.

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Blood is only slightly thicker than water,
And sometimes the purity of water
Is the more refreshing drink.

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Have you every met a truly selfless human being?

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To be free, untroubled by anything, ever again.

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How often does what you judge in another
So quickly manifest in your own actions.

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So many words trying to contain
That which cannot be contained.

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The meek will inherit the earth
Because they are too busy
Sucking on Mammon’s teat.

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Be careful what you study
For it may become you.

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No one has the right
To peer into your mind
Without your consent.

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Cycles within, cycles within, cycles within...
Ad infinitum.

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Do you know you are pretending,
Or have you conveniently forgotten?

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What irony that those who seek privacy
Have it ripped away by limelight,
Or those who pursue fame
Fade into obscurity.

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Our fates are all so intertwined.

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Who was it who piloted Arjuna’s chariot
Into the midst of a most violent fray?

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The challenge to life
Is not having any expectations.
Then whatever comes to you becomes a gift.

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Behaving like some grown-ups is akin to being dead.

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Amazing how we weave so many lies,
How we equivocate ourselves so thoroughly,
And how we hide so efficiently from truth.
Denial is ignorance.

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That so many forms have two eyes,
Mouths and assholes must surely be a clue
Of our common ancestry, of our very common origin.

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Funny, by those who are aware of them,
How many ways these writing are perceived.
The scribe’s response, “Is that so?”

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You don’t even know your own mind.

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Do you really care about any of this?
What form, what personality holds you?

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A lot of effort for squat.

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All the quibbling is so tiring.

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You will never know.

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Screw human arrogance.

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When you see god,
Spit in his/her eyes, then kiss her/him.
Then wipe off the slobber.

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The purpose of life
Is to play out your theater
In whatever way you will.

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Is this what you had in mind?

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The human drama
Is the same old political farce
It has always been.

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You don’t have visions, dreams or visitations
Because they know you would laugh at them.

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You know a lot,
But not so much as you used to think.

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Truth cannot be fettered
By the diatribes of consciousness.

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There isn’t a label
You can tag all this with
That holds for long.

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The aloneness permeates all.

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If you use drugs,
Use them moderately, sporadically, cautiously,
With right purpose, right intention.

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In little things and big things,
It is all the same.

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Ignorance is the root of all imagination.

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Shut up and listen to that
Which is deeper than all your blather.

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Never seeking you again
Would only add to my contentment.

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Agape is so beyond the typical human vision of love.

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Women are pleasant distractions
Until you outgrow them.

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Consciousness
Is merely the directed thunder
Of the mind’s storm.

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Identity is the sum of all passion.

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From ignorance, knowledge.
From knowledge, ignorance.

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Political correctness
Is the disease of limited thinking.

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Deception finds many rewards.

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It’s just one big-looking,
Big-sounding diversion
From what is truly real.

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Pretend you are not alone
As much as you please, you are.

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Every thought you witness is pattern.

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The spiritual quest
Is merely discerning
You are the weaving,
You are he weaver,
And prior to all.
So simple.

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Ignorance weaves knowledge
As great as its imagination.

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Live or die, it makes no difference.

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No pain, no gain?
Lotsa pain, what gain?

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What’s the difference
Between Confucius and Lao Tzu?
Nothing.

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They die at the end of it, too.

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Personality can never resolve
It’s lack of foundation.

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How impatient we are.

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How can god’s will manifest but through your own?

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All things human pertain within.

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Leave behind all judgments,
All values, all principles, all laws,
And enter the dream of heaven within.


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The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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