27 August 2013

Chapter 80 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


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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.

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Whose side are you on?
Likely everyone’s and no one’s
In whatever forever the dream allows.

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An life spent seeking acceptance from others
Is filled to the brim with so much of its denial.

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Why add to the lie with more delusion?

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The neurosis of affluence
Undermines all success.

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Whatever the human potential is
Is being sucked into the tangle
Of our self-absorbed vision.

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Most people tend to quickly swallow
More than one hook, line and sinker.

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Is anything more than opinion?
What a tizzy we grind ourselves into
Over so much ill-advised, futile thinking.

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You like some, you dislike some.
But who is anyone actually
But your projection?

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Everything you know is theoretical.

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Nothing more tiring than a humanitarian.

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Underscoring all human travail
Is the nagging drone of me, myself and I
Over and over and over again.

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From beginning to end the human drama
Is filled with vain, futile, self-centered confusion.

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Many women angrily blame men for their violence,
But few realize the destructiveness of their wombs.

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Those who value life
Often mean only human life
Or life which is subjectively percieved
To be attractive or to hold some artificial value.

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What bonds between form can ever last?

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What sanction needs the author of consciousness?

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To want no more than breath can offer,
That is the challenge.

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Personality is the confinement of thought.

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What do you want
But an incomplete idea?

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Innocence is an unfragmented mind.

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Death is the fragmentation of desire.

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Truth is not a matter of aesthetics.

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If you can’t see it,
There’s no use
Trying to explain it.

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A sign of how genetically deluded women are
Is their believing newborns are beautiful,
Or that they resemble somebody.

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Unfortunately for all other creatures of this dust ball,
Many women seem unable to feel fulfilled
But through bearing offspring.

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You need not play out you short life
According to anyone else’s conviction.

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Life is short no matter how long it seems.

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You act out what you imagine you are.
Synergistically, we are the theater of divine will
Ranging from murky hell to heavenly clarity.

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Does your authority come from within or without.

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Let the devil have his judgments.

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The windows of opportunity
Open and closes in so many ways
For each and every one of us.

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Inner vision creates its own discipline.

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The stillness before time,
The silliness of time,
That which resides at time’s end.

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You expect to be rewarded for that!?

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Duality is inevitable in any sensory play.

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Pain is the impetus which creates seers.
There’s really no where else to go but in.

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Why not king of your world?
There is no caste in reality.

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It’s your show, kiddo.

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As ridiculous as it seems,
Despite a long resume of jobs,
This has been the scribe’s life work.

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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.

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Did you really think this was real?

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Though you have done many things,
Plenty of them you probably
Never need do again.

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You are already immortal.
How long you dream is only a matter
Of the mortal attributes playing themselves out.

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We entice each other into our vanity.

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You are the answer,
But what’s the question?

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Time creates, time evolves, time erodes.
All things gold rise and fall
Never ending, never beginning,
The timeless paradox of the all in one.

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How can gold be attached to that which it is made?

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Dwell where naught but one can dwell.

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And if some of these are duplicates
In these writings or others by others,
Please pardon the plagiarisms of time.

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There’s no place like home.

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What fraction can ever be more or less than one?

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In one geography
Self-realized souls are called god,
In another they are bums.
Go figure.

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A moderate day is a good day.

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What is difficult to fathom
Is how formidable or impossible it is for most
To impersonally examine themselves
Or any other manifest aspect.

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Thinkers are an inadvertent byproduct
Of any state educational system.

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Even the darkest hell is a spiritual adventure.

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What bounds for the mind
Which allows no bounds exist?

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To want so much as so many do
Cannot equally be had by all.

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Watch how so many young early on
Become embarrassed by their bodies.
Eden is lost to all but the rare.

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When beginnings
Are born of imbalances
Ends follow suit.

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Energy lusts after itself in so many ways.

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Reality constrains all,
Puts all through trial after trial.
Is it god’s will or merely perceptual
Limits fumbling at mortal barriers?

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Leave everything.

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There is peace when no sense of the “I” exists.
Peace is the awareness, not the consciousness.

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Each of us is the one in our individual, dualistic universes.

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That sense of there being something else you should be doing,
Is it real or just another layer of foggy imagination?

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Ironic how because
There is so little justice in this world
That we idealize it in some other.

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It’s a god eat god,
God talk to god world.

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Hard is soft and soft hard.

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You may encounter someone
Who reflects your universe without judgment,
But no one can ever experience fully
Another’s dreamy perception.

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How amazing this mystery!
How trifling and meaningless
We are manifesting so much of it.

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Rich is as rich does.
The wise man with a dime
May be far wealthier than any fool
With castles filled with gold.

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Good luck!?
What does luck have to do with any of it?

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What do you want?
To live your life out as you are.

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The prison we call life.

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No decision is the same old decision.
More no-decisions are made than any decision.

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How to play the hand you’ve been dealt?
Bluff boldly or deparingly throw in the cards?

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The drag about aging is that the body
Has greater difficulty keeping up
With what the spirit aspires.

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Just say no to bureaucrats.

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Why would you consider using a tool
Which doesn’t aid in completing a job?

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Bigger is not necessarily better.

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Now is much more real than forever afters.
The promise of time is the creator of big lies.

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Futile as it may well be,
Some seem born to question
The arbitrary and vain assumptions
To which so many blindly cling.

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There’s real work, there’s busy work
And then there’s puttering.

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Hope is just more self-absorbed imagination.

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To pretend that we’re much more than hairless monkeys
With great capacity for creation and destruction
Is a joke we play on ourselves.

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The temptations of this world
Are far greater than many souls.

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Even god gets tummyaches.

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Smile you angel, sneer you devil,
The joke is on both of you.

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A worthy goal in life is to feel good,
But can you not do it
At someone else’s expense?

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Ah, another daily dose of irrational realism.

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You might well get a headache trying to fathom
All the conceivable rhymes and reasons
Adrift in the midst of nothingness.

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Only when you lose something,
And then find it,
Can you recall how it was lost.

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Shit happens over and over and over and over.
From plankton to dinosaurs to us to....
Waste is as waste does.

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Godness will likely create all this again and again.
An addictive, sadomasochist spirit if there ever was one.

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Isn’t fantasy quite often superior to reality?
Have you ever been disappointed
In your own handiwork?

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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?”

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You are the potential.
Ooh, now that’s scary thought.

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Stop being the body occasionally.
There is no body, there never was.

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Live, learn, die.

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Every one of us is twisted by the winds of perception.
What point any judgment?

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Life offers enough enticements that each of us
Finds a variety of ways to endure the suffering.

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We are full of half-promises, half-truths and half-baked ideas.

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Here you are striving to survive and thrive
In the world you have aided in creating.

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Assumptions can create many a dark hole.

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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)
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