LXXXII
Can you
regain innocence through greed?
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The
calculation in another’s eyes matches your own.
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Poor me
gets old.
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History
requires a witness.
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Even a
rock cannot beat the river.
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Opinions
are like dust.
They
create a hazy film over everything.
* * * *
Time
cannot give any more than eternity already has.
* * * *
You are
a little bit of everything.
Everything
is a little bit of you.
* * * *
Fate
will not open every door to you.
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I love
my children too much to bring them here.
* * * *
These
thoughts are the enjoyment of a well-turned words.
* * * *
Do you
really wish to save the world?
To see
humanity insanely continue as it is?
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Thank
you all for a great first run.
Let’s
do lunch sometime soon.
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How
unique a breath without want.
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When
did eternity begin? When does it end?
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Our
sorrow is that we cannot hold on to what we crave.
That
time carries on despite our vain attempts
To slow
it down or stop it entirely.
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Make
the best of it,
And
suffer when the suffering’s due.
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What
wasn’t written down?
What
was transcribed poorly?
What
was forgotten?
What
was edited out?
What
was added later?
What is
history, anyway?
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Persona
is subject to the matter of time.
It is
chiseled by every sort of variable,
Constant
only in the deepest sense.
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Learning
is the mutation of consciousness.
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You are
the holy grail of time.
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Equanimity
Is the
defendant
In a
kangaroo court
Of a
passionate judge
Of a
whimsical mind.
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Find
your own law and serve it as the moment allows.
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The
ghosts of time harbor in each and every mind.
To lay
them to rest is right action’s timeless wisdom.
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Would
that we could put down our arms and egoistic concerns,
And
become partners in the guardianship of this savage garden.
* * * *
It is
mystery’s meandering through thick and thin
Which
give pause for these varied thoughts.
Perhaps
a walk, a drive, a toiling sweat,
A sip
of coffee, a shower head’s drip.
Or time
spent with man, woman or beast.
The
dream, the dream, on and on it hastens
To what
end only the soul of dust really knows.
* * * *
Time
will likely carry on in some form awhile longer,
And
these words are for those who arrive
In that
not far distant future.
* * * *
Does
one do battle with the theater,
Or
merely go along for the ride?
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Who
will explore wisdom then?
Who
will discern the grace
Each
moment offers?
Who
will die to live eternal?
* * * *
Life is
through new eyes revealed.
Play
out the rightness of each instant
And
humbly harvest what divine will allows.
That is
the sum of eternal life, eternal salvation.
* * * *
Push
all proclamations aside and be here now.
* * * *
The
term all god’s creatures includes god and you as well.
* * * *
The state
some call enlightenment
Is just
another illusive, vague, meaningless term.
You are
who you are … whenever you are, whyever you are,
However
you are, wherever you are, whatever you are.
* * * *
Know
your master and do not bite too hard.
Allow
your imagination to wander where it will,
But
discipline your reality with some moderation.
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The ego
tends to imagine itself more important than it is.
To
abide in the blissful humility of the moment
Is
something which so many miss
Much or
all of their lives.
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Only
the most savvy scientists ever figure out
They
will always going to lag behind
In the
quest for knowledge.
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One day
you say or do one thing.
Another
day another quite contrary.
What is
this thing called free will?
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Put an
autograph to these writings?
Whose
signature do you want,
At what
juncture in time?
There
are too many scribes
Who
fathom themselves as one
To take
any credit for what is written.
A
string of pearls for swine to flout about.
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Try to
keep your insanity to yourself.
* * * *
Everybody’s
got a toll booth.
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How can
one know godness
Without
the interface of duality
In its
countless formations?
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Be
nothing, do nothing
And
everything will be done.
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Isn’t
peace one of the most sought after,
Yet
overruled aspect of consciousness?
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The
cancer of duality runs deep
In the
frailty of consciousness.
* * * *
Has
there ever been a creature
As
ruthless as the human being?
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We are
all mortal.
* * * *
The
order to all this this folderol
It is
anchored in divine mystery.
* * * *
To know
you own relationship to godness,
Watch a
grain of sand until you see it move.
* * * *
Wherever
you are, the panorama of existence
Is
birthing and dying right before your eyes.
* * * *
So you
think you know what’s going on.
Well,
I’m happy to know somebody does.
* * * *
Conspiracy
theorists seem to see
Conspirators
in every corner.
* * * *
Obviously
another case of too much inbreeding.
* * * *
But for
a shadow or a nearing foot,
Do you
think an ant even notices you?
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Is
there something wrong with you
Because
you see the game differently?
Not
likely.
* * * *
That
vision of god is between your legs.
* * * *
Everybody
reads these words
According
to their own slant.
* * * *
Science
is the creation and study of knowledge.
* * * *
So how
infinite is it?
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God
created man in his own image,
And man
did the same in return.
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Bad,
bad, bad god.
You
naughty little boy
Girl,
or whatever.
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Time, what
is that?
* * * *
Your
mind is the only place duality,
With
all its contrary spectrums, exists.
* * * *
That
penis leads you down paths
Intelligence
wouldn’t dare tread.
* * * *
Wisdom
is stupid-slash-silly enough
To
bother trying to say things clearly.
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Most
people can only take truth
In
small sugar-coated nibbles.
* * * *
Divide
it by two, three or ten thousand,
It is
ever the same one.
* * * *
For
this to be the world often idealized,
All
would have to work naturally, willingly
To iron
out the abundancy of differences.
* * * *
Not.
No way.
Hasta
la vista, baby.
* * * *
If you
don’t have a vision for yourself,
Someone
will be only too happy
To
oblige you with theirs.
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It’s
easy to pooh-pooh death,
But
what happens when you hear
The
Reaper sharpening his scythe?
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What
you remember will one day all be forgotten.
* * * *
Step
back far enough from anything,
And all
intensity of purpose loses meaning.
* * * *
Expectation
inevitably turns to disappointment.
No
ideal withstands the inertia of reality.
* * * *
Mother
Nature toys with you
Like a
cat its condemned prey.
* * * *
Anyone
can be very stupid
At any
given point in time.
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Pawnder
the chessboard from serf to king.
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Always
have a lie at the tip of your tongue.
You
never know when you’ll need it.
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Coming
to grips with one’s limitations
Is what
aids in defining one’s existence.
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Solve a
problem before it becomes one.
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Choosing
to love an object is based on subjective imagery.
Is love
a subjective, willful, vain, transient matter?
Or is
it the objective, essential reality?
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There
are those long days
When it
is so very, very arduous
To
muster much interest in anything.
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Curious
how peeling off a coating
Can
change a state of mind dramatically.
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So easy
to blame others for our own errors.
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That we
so often believe others
Can
somehow learn from our mistakes
Is
forgetting how short memory is.
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Nothing
more tiring than being judged by an idealist.
* * * *
The
pretense of intelligence,
An
interesting thing to witness.
* * * *
So many
enticing poisons life offers
To
those with the craving for them.
* * * *
Surely
this scribe is as great a fool as there ever was
* * * *
Monopoly
is the absorbed control of power, fame and fortune.
The
obsession for it shows the insecurity and conflict of time.
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Peace
is a right brain thing.
* * * *
No
charge, no obligation, free gratis.
* * * *
Arrogant
modesty keeps you playing the way you do.
* * * *
This
world can be a pain in the butt, sometimes literally.
* * * *
Spoke
with enough different people,
Traveled
enough different geographies,
Experienced
enough differences,
To know
there aren’t any.
* * * *
Who
seeks the truth?
* * * *
In the
scoreboard of your life,
Are you
here to leach or serve?
Are you
here to take or to give?
* * * *
You
need not rationalize anything.
* * * *
If it’s
not play, what’s the point of work?
* * * *
What is
all this inane silliness
About
god sending us
His
only junior?
What
utter vain bullshit.
We are
all sons and daughters
Born of
the same indivisible mystery.
How on
any earth could it be any other way?
* * * *
The
point of it is that there are a lot of angry people out there.
What do
leaders expect of those crowded off the monopoly board?
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What
fear we inspire.
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Gistmeister.
* * * *
Nobody
can really help you like yourself.
* * * *
Peace
is the abeyance of all things mortal.
* * * *
May as
well surrender to your existence,
You
will do whatever your fate ordains.
* * * *
How
distracting all this pain.
* * * *
Meaning’s
in the vanity, vanity is in the meaning.
* * * *
What
percentages of men and women
Have
lead the course humanity has taken?
A
statistical dinosaur of epic proportion.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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