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To discern
the totality
The ego
must be strong enough
To
withstand the onslaught of all that is other,
Until no
other is seen.
* * * *
Whose
side are you on?
Likely
everyone’s and no one’s
In
whatever forever the dream allows.
* * * *
An life
spent seeking acceptance from others
Is
filled to the brim with so much of its denial.
* * * *
Why add
to the lie with more delusion?
* * * *
The
neurosis of affluence
Undermines
all success.
* * * *
Whatever
the human potential is
Is
being sucked into the tangle
Of our
self-absorbed vision.
* * * *
Most
people tend to quickly swallow
More
than one hook, line and sinker.
* * * *
Is
anything more than opinion?
What a
tizzy we grind ourselves into
Over so
much ill-advised, futile thinking.
* * * *
You
like some, you dislike some.
But who
is anyone actually
But
your projection?
* * * *
Everything
you know is theoretical.
* * * *
Nothing
more tiring than a humanitarian.
* * * *
Underscoring
all human travail
Is the
nagging drone of me, myself and I
Over
and over and over again.
* * * *
From
beginning to end the human drama
Is
filled with vain, futile, self-centered confusion.
* * * *
Many
women angrily blame men for their violence,
But few
realize the destructiveness of their wombs.
* * * *
Those
who value life
Often
mean only human life
Or life
which is subjectively percieved
To be
attractive or to hold some artificial value.
* * * *
What
bonds between form can ever last?
* * * *
What
sanction needs the author of consciousness?
* * * *
To want
no more than breath can offer,
That is
the challenge.
* * * *
Personality
is the confinement of thought.
* * * *
What do
you want
But an
incomplete idea?
* * * *
Innocence
is an unfragmented mind.
* * * *
Death
is the fragmentation of desire.
* * * *
Truth
is not a matter of aesthetics.
* * * *
If you
can’t see it,
There’s
no use
Trying
to explain it.
* * * *
A sign
of how genetically deluded women are
Is
their believing newborns are beautiful,
Or that
they resemble somebody.
* * * *
Unfortunately
for all other creatures of this dust ball,
Many
women seem unable to feel fulfilled
But
through bearing offspring.
* * * *
You
need not play out you short life
According
to anyone else’s conviction.
* * * *
Life is
short no matter how long it seems.
* * * *
You act
out what you imagine you are.
Synergistically,
we are the theater of divine will
Ranging
from murky hell to heavenly clarity.
* * * *
Does
your authority come from within or without.
* * * *
Let the
devil have his judgments.
* * * *
The
windows of opportunity
Open
and closes in so many ways
For
each and every one of us.
* * * *
Inner
vision creates its own discipline.
* * * *
The
stillness before time,
The
silliness of time,
That
which resides at time’s end.
* * * *
You expect
to be rewarded for that!?
* * * *
Duality
is inevitable in any sensory play.
* * * *
Pain is
the impetus which creates seers.
There’s
really no where else to go but in.
* * * *
Why not
king of your world?
There
is no caste in reality.
* * * *
It’s your
show, kiddo.
* * * *
As
ridiculous as it seems,
Despite
a long resume of jobs,
This
has been the scribe’s life work.
* * * *
Free
will is the magic carpet.
It is the
click of Dorothy’s ruby red shoes,
The dream’s
key to finding the home
That
has always been within.
* * * *
Did you
really think this was real?
* * * *
Though
you have done many things,
Plenty
of them you probably
Never
need do again.
* * * *
You are
already immortal.
How
long you dream is only a matter
Of the
mortal attributes playing themselves out.
* * * *
We
entice each other into our vanity.
* * * *
You are
the answer,
But
what’s the question?
* * * *
Time
creates, time evolves, time erodes.
All
things gold rise and fall
Never
ending, never beginning,
The
timeless paradox of the all in one.
* * * *
How can
gold be attached to that which it is made?
* * * *
Dwell
where naught but one can dwell.
* * * *
And if
some of these are duplicates
In
these writings or others by others,
Please
pardon the plagiarisms of time.
* * * *
There’s
no place like home.
* * * *
What
fraction can ever be more or less than one?
* * * *
In one
geography
Self-realized
souls are called god,
In
another they are bums.
Go
figure.
* * * *
A
moderate day is a good day.
* * * *
What is
difficult to fathom
Is how
formidable or impossible it is for most
To
impersonally examine themselves
Or any
other manifest aspect.
* * * *
Thinkers
are an inadvertent byproduct
Of any
state educational system.
* * * *
Even
the darkest hell is a spiritual adventure.
* * * *
What
bounds for the mind
Which
allows no bounds exist?
* * * *
To want
so much as so many do
Cannot
equally be had by all.
* * * *
Watch
how so many young early on
Become
embarrassed by their bodies.
Eden is
lost to all but the rare.
* * * *
When
beginnings
Are
born of imbalances
Ends
follow suit.
* * * *
Energy
lusts after itself in so many ways.
* * * *
Reality
constrains all,
Puts
all through trial after trial.
Is it
god’s will or merely perceptual
Limits
fumbling at mortal barriers?
* * * *
Leave
everything.
* * * *
There
is peace when no sense of the “I” exists.
Peace
is the awareness, not the consciousness.
* * * *
Each of
us is the one in our individual, dualistic universes.
* * * *
That
sense of there being something else you should be doing,
Is it
real or just another layer of foggy imagination?
* * * *
Ironic
how because
There
is so little justice in this world
That we
idealize it in some other.
* * * *
It’s a
god eat god,
God
talk to god world.
* * * *
Hard is
soft and soft hard.
* * * *
You may
encounter someone
Who
reflects your universe without judgment,
But no
one can ever experience fully
Another’s
dreamy perception.
* * * *
How
amazing this mystery!
How
trifling and meaningless
We are
manifesting so much of it.
* * * *
Rich is
as rich does.
The
wise man with a dime
May be
far wealthier than any fool
With
castles filled with gold.
* * * *
Good
luck!?
What
does luck have to do with any of it?
* * * *
What do
you want?
To live
your life out as you are.
* * * *
The prison
we call life.
* * * *
No
decision is the same old decision.
More
no-decisions are made than any decision.
* * * *
How to
play the hand you’ve been dealt?
Bluff
boldly or deparingly throw in the cards?
* * * *
The
drag about aging is that the body
Has
greater difficulty keeping up
With
what the spirit aspires.
* * * *
Just
say no to bureaucrats.
* * * *
Why would
you consider using a tool
Which
doesn’t aid in completing a job?
* * * *
Bigger
is not necessarily better.
* * * *
Now is
much more real than forever afters.
The
promise of time is the creator of big lies.
* * * *
Futile
as it may well be,
Some
seem born to question
The
arbitrary and vain assumptions
To
which so many blindly cling.
* * * *
There’s
real work, there’s busy work
And
then there’s puttering.
* * * *
Hope is
just more self-absorbed imagination.
* * * *
To
pretend that we’re much more than hairless monkeys
With
great capacity for creation and destruction
Is a
joke we play on ourselves.
* * * *
The
temptations of this world
Are far
greater than many souls.
* * * *
Even
god gets tummyaches.
* * * *
Smile
you angel, sneer you devil,
The
joke is on both of you.
* * * *
A
worthy goal in life is to feel good,
But can
you not do it
At
someone else’s expense?
* * * *
Ah, another
daily dose of irrational realism.
* * * *
You
might well get a headache trying to fathom
All the
conceivable rhymes and reasons
Adrift
in the midst of nothingness.
* * * *
Only
when you lose something,
And
then find it,
Can you
recall how it was lost.
* * * *
Shit
happens over and over and over and over.
From
plankton to dinosaurs to us to....
Waste
is as waste does.
* * * *
Godness
will likely create all this again and again.
An
addictive, sadomasochist spirit if there ever was one.
* * * *
Isn’t
fantasy quite often superior to reality?
Have
you ever been disappointed
In your
own handiwork?
* * * *
You’ve
been raised to believe in the human potential,
But at
some point, after tasting it enough to wonder better,
Ask
more than a little incredulously, “Potential for what?”
* * * *
You are
the potential.
Ooh,
now that’s scary thought.
* * * *
Stop
being the body occasionally.
There
is no body, there never was.
* * * *
Live,
learn, die.
* * * *
Every
one of us is twisted by the winds of perception.
What
point any judgment?
* * * *
Life
offers enough enticements that each of us
Finds a
variety of ways to endure the suffering.
* * * *
We are
full of half-promises, half-truths and half-baked ideas.
* * * *
Here
you are striving to survive and thrive
In the
world you have aided in creating.
* * * *
Assumptions
can create many a dark hole.
* * * *
The
crest jewel hidden in a pile of shit
Most
likely will not be discovered
By any
but the most earnest.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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