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.
* * * *
How
afraid we are of time to want so much from it.
* * * *
You
are guilty of everything,
You are not guilty of
anything.
Nolo contendere across
the board.
* * * *
Where
does life come from?
Where
does it go to?
All the
same.
* * * *
People
can surprise you with their predictability.
* * * *
There
is no choice but change.
* * * *
The
space within is the space without.
* * * *
Attractive
imagery can create
A
certain tolerance toward bullshit.
* * * *
Meaning
is measurement.
Measurement
is meaning.
* * * *
Even
vacuums get full.
* * * *
Your
are likely, at least occasionally,
The
blatant asshole you most detest.
* * * *
The
human drama is beyond reconciliation
Without
some form of external intervention.
* * * *
Why
feel guilty over fearful of things
Over
which you have no control?
* * * *
Success
is always trammeled sooner or later.
* * * *
We have
this incredible unwillingness to be nothing.
* * * *
A happy
mirror is much easier to look into.
* * * *
The
meek will inherit the earth
Because
time will bury them.
* * * *
Beware
the humanitarians
* * * *
Have
you not at many many points
Done
what you so harshly
Judge
in others?
* * * *
It will
all be over soon enough.
* * * *
All
value lies within.
* * * *
Be an
indivisible individual.
* * * *
In time
you find yourself knowing
Much
less than you once thought.
* * * *
Why
entertain such thoughts?
* * * *
Why
fear another’s god?
* * * *
Being
and becoming,
What a
gap in implications.
* * * *
Undying
bliss is the quality of an unborn mind,
A mind
born again into that which is origin to all.
* * * *
A great
sense of dispassion
Descends
increasingly equally.
* * * *
Once
you really learn to think, to question, to see,
What a
different world, a different universe.
Horrific
and amusing just the same.
* * * *
The
unattached mind holds no burden.
* * * *
Have
you ever really wanted
As much
as you have?
* * * *
Few
seek the end of delusion.
* * * *
Do not
be bound by the limitations of your world.
* * * *
Since
so few see beyond the surface,
It is
quite easy to play the foolish chameleon.
* * * *
Who
likes being stolen from?
* * * *
You
cannot help but act.
* * * *
This is
what we have done to our creation.
* * * *
Heaven
is the best of drugs.
* * * *
A
martial artist merely knows
Where
the universe is going to be.
* * * *
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.
* * * *
Science
fiction is fiction no longer.
* * * *
There
seem to be two types of folks in this world:
Those
who follow someone else’s rules
And
those who make their own.
* * * *
Caress
your Self.
Take an
eternal breath.
* * * *
The
littlefolk abide as best they can
In the
world we are creating of their Eden.
* * * *
Wherever
you are,
Imagine
what it was like
When
you first saw it.
* * * *
Wouldn’t
it be something
To not
have to be acting all the time?
* * * *
Will
they kill you
If you
don’t play their game?
* * * *
If you
believe in justice, you are a fool.
* * * *
You
needn’t try to do it anyone else’s way.
* * * *
Oh,
bittersweet paradox.
* * * *
How
desperate so many are to find acceptance.
What a
genetic agenda!
* * * *
Call
god mystery or mystery god.
Plbbthhh! Who cares?
* * * *
Love
only godness and you will be free.
* * * *
Organized
religion is an attempt
To get
control of something
Which
cannot be tamed.
* * * *
Blood
is only slightly thicker than water,
And
sometimes the purity of water
Is the
more refreshing drink.
* * * *
Have
you every met a truly selfless human being?
* * * *
To be
free, untroubled by anything, ever again.
* * * *
How
often does what you judge in another
So
quickly manifest in your own actions.
* * * *
So many
words trying to contain
That
which cannot be contained.
* * * *
The
meek will inherit the earth
Because
they are too busy
Sucking
on Mammon’s teat.
* * * *
Be
careful what you study
For it
may become you.
* * * *
No one
has the right
To peer
into your mind
Without
your consent.
* * * *
Cycles
within, cycles within, cycles within...
Ad infinitum.
* * * *
Do you
know you are pretending,
Or have
you conveniently forgotten?
* * * *
What
irony that those who seek privacy
Have it
ripped away by limelight,
Or
those who pursue fame
Fade
into obscurity.
* * * *
Our
fates are all so intertwined.
* * * *
Who was
it who piloted Arjuna’s chariot
Into
the midst of a most violent fray?
* * * *
The challenge
to life
Is not
having any expectations.
Then whatever
comes to you becomes a gift.
* * * *
Behaving
like some grown-ups is akin to being dead.
* * * *
Amazing
how we weave so many lies,
How we
equivocate ourselves so thoroughly,
And how
we hide so efficiently from truth.
Denial
is ignorance.
* * * *
That so
many forms have two eyes,
Mouths
and assholes must surely be a clue
Of our
common ancestry, of our very common origin.
* * * *
Funny,
by those who are aware of them,
How
many ways these writing are perceived.
The
scribe’s response, “Is that so?”
* * * *
You
don’t even know your own mind.
* * * *
Do you
really care about any of this?
What
form, what personality holds you?
* * * *
A lot
of effort for squat.
* * * *
All the
quibbling is so tiring.
* * * *
You
will never know.
* * * *
Screw
human arrogance.
* * * *
When
you see god,
Spit in
his/her eyes, then kiss her/him.
Then
wipe off the slobber.
* * * *
The
purpose of life
Is to
play out your theater
In
whatever way you will.
* * * *
Is this
what you had in mind?
* * * *
The
human drama
Is the
same old political farce
It has
always been.
* * * *
You
don’t have visions, dreams or visitations
Because
they know you would laugh at them.
* * * *
You
know a lot,
But not
so much as you used to think.
* * * *
Truth
cannot be fettered
By the
diatribes of consciousness.
* * * *
There
isn’t a label
You can
tag all this with
That
holds for long.
* * * *
The
aloneness permeates all.
* * * *
If you
use drugs,
Use
them moderately, sporadically, cautiously,
With
right purpose, right intention.
* * * *
In
little things and big things,
It is
all the same.
* * * *
Ignorance
is the root of all imagination.
* * * *
Shut up
and listen to that
Which
is deeper than all your blather.
* * * *
Never
seeking you again
Would
only add to my contentment.
* * * *
Agape
is so beyond the typical human vision of love.
* * * *
Women
are pleasant distractions
Until
you outgrow them.
* * * *
Consciousness
Is
merely the directed thunder
Of the
mind’s storm.
* * * *
Identity
is the sum of all passion.
* * * *
From
ignorance, knowledge.
From
knowledge, ignorance.
* * * *
Political
correctness
Is the
disease of limited thinking.
* * * *
Deception
finds many rewards.
* * * *
It’s
just one big-looking,
Big-sounding
diversion
From
what is truly real.
* * * *
Pretend
you are not alone
As much
as you please, you are.
* * * *
Every
thought you witness is pattern.
* * * *
The
spiritual quest
Is
merely discerning
You are
the weaving,
You are
he weaver,
And
prior to all.
So
simple.
* * * *
Ignorance
weaves knowledge
As
great as its imagination.
* * * *
Live or
die, it makes no difference.
* * * *
No
pain, no gain?
Lotsa
pain, what gain?
* * * *
What’s
the difference
Between
Confucius and Lao Tzu?
Nothing.
* * * *
They
die at the end of it, too.
* * * *
Personality
can never resolve
It’s
lack of foundation.
* * * *
How
impatient we are.
* * * *
How can
god’s will manifest but through your own?
* * * *
All
things human pertain within.
* * * *
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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