LXXXIII
The
trick is to have at least a scrap of paper nearby.
These
synapses don’t always click as well anymore.
* * * *
Back
into time.
You
created all this every moment.
You are
witness to a virtual reality par excellence.
* * * *
Get a
grip on yourself.
Deal
with it.
It’s
not easy for anyone.
* * * *
Don’t
expect a prophet not to have his context
As a
central focus of the day-to-day survival
Just
the same as anyone or anything else.
* * * *
Can one
be completely free of desire?
Needs
research.
* * * *
How can
you be wrong about this?
* * * *
To
voluntarily put oneself in harm’s way
Is an
inexplicable mystery unto itself.
* * * *
Yes,
you are indeed immortal,
But,
alas, you must die nonetheless
At
least one more time.
* * * *
Have
broken every golden rule but one, and the day’s not done.
* * * *
Military
strategy and tactics are well-documented for every known technology.
Expansive
as they may be, generalizations of the ancients hold true.
The
physics of any given battlefield do not change.
* * * *
A drop
is not a wave, nor a wave an ocean,
But
greatness begins with elemental steps.
* * * *
These
words are for those few whose destiny it is to see.
* * * *
To
taste one is to taste all.
* * * *
Science
only sees what it can measure,
Which
kind of gets a bit stuck in the big picture.
* * * *
Some
are followers, some are leaders
Some
abstain from either.
* * * *
A bloke
gets what he pays for,
Acquires
what he works for,
And
takes what life offers
For as
long as he wills.
* * * *
You
smash the mosquito, letting its body lie
In a
crumpled heap, long forgotten.
Is your
fate truly any more?
* * * *
So easy
to condemn what you don’t understand.
* * * *
We tend
to value less that in which we have no investment.
* * * *
Shut up
and go hoe some weeds.
* * * *
Why do
you insist that it can be any different?
Why do
you cling to such false idealism
In the
face of so much horror?
* * * *
Sanjaya
is Arjuna is Krishna.
* * * *
What
you do, the roles you take on,
Color
your view and the many predispositions
Toward
the drama in which you participate.
* * * *
We seek
someone who will reflect back
Friendship,
care, concern, health and well-being.
What
each finds often proves disappointing
If
one’s expectations are too high.
* * * *
The
sage becomes very still
To
fathom the depths of creation.
* * * *
The
bodhivista patiently slogs
Through
the mire of the world
To
bring the message home.
* * * *
All
passion is fleeting.
* * * *
You are
the senses functioning.
Your
identity is your many attachments
To the
collation of data they collect.
* * * *
Peace
is far too simple
For
most to reside eternally.
Nirvana
is sought by a chosen few.
Most
people just want to open their eyes
And
seek out another cup of coffee
Or some
other quiet pleasure.
* * * *
How
quickly do you perceive a change?
How
attached are you to the past?
How
quickly do you adapt?
How
efficient is your adaptation?
* * * *
Heaven
or hell,
All the
same, all the same.
* * * *
Whether
the glass is half empty or half full,
The thirsty
sage drinks heartily of either.
* * * *
Romantic
love is a matter of convenience and pleasure.
* * * *
Pray
tell, what is the point?
* * * *
Do you
hold your breath
In the
play of desire and fear
Or
calmly breathe through them?
* * * *
Same
old tired headlines, absurdity infinitum.
* * * *
Pundits
say so much in such a variety of ways
Of that
which no words can define.
Paradox
without end.
* * * *
You
cannot help but be impacted, molded,
Shaped
by the world in which you dwell.
But can
you transcend it, can you step outside
Your
individual mind into that which see all as one?
* * * *
Some
philosophers like to spell everything out.
Others
leave only riddles and questions.
What a
ruse consciousness.
* * * *
What
makes you imagine Jesus,
Siddhartha,
Lao Tzu or anyone else
Ever
needed anyone to believe in them?
* * * *
Martyrdom
is the plague of time.
* * * *
Vanity
is not a trait bound by any category.
* * * *
A
salesman has no hesitation
Imbibing
a passion for money.
* * * *
Most in
this world die quite anonymous.
Even
most of the famous are quickly forgotten
As the
sand of time cover their memory.
* * * *
There
you go again looking for a new hat,
But
never finding one that suits you for long.
* * * *
What
treaty has ever held in any court
Once
one party changes their mind?
* * * *
You are
eternity’s means to every end
From
this very moment’s creation
To its
inevitable termination.
A
string of assumptions flowing
From
the tourney kick off
To its
final whistle.
* * * *
A river
runs through it.
* * * *
How can
you measure flame but through smoke?
* * * *
Does
anyone ever really hear or see you?
* * * *
How can
the persona survive
Without
the body and the many
Experiences
which formed it?
* * * *
God must
not be a lover of personality,
Else
all would not so easily reach an end.
* * * *
Why
fear god?
Your
are its dream.
* * * *
Fear,
guilt, shame, remorse, hesitation.
What
wasteful way to spend one’s life.
* * * *
Do what
you do first of all for yourself,
And let
what others make of it what they will.
* * * *
Just
say no to propaganda.
* * * *
Freedom
isn’t free.
* * * *
God is
reflected on the frontal lobe screen.
* * * *
We are
all actors acting for each other.
* * * *
Reality
is for those who lack imagination.
* * * *
Praise
death for it is the maker of time.
* * * *
Absurdity
permeates the human drama,
Yet all
carry on in all its trivial glory.
* * * *
The
many faces of the other will always be happy
To
expound upon the indelible truths
Of
their transitory beliefs.
* * * *
The
riddler is the riddle,
Question
from, answer to.
* * * *
There’s
nothing like pain to bring one back
To the
immediacy of this ephemeral reality.
* * * *
Thank
god you remember very little.
* * * *
“The
Stillness Before Time”
“The
Silliness of Time”.
What
shall it be?
* * * *
Interesting
how a few curves and textures
Can
mesmerize one’s attention.
* * * *
Some
would say the best death
Will be
the one you don’t see.
Others
seek to face it directly.
* * * *
Work
can be fun if its your play.
* * * *
Who
really cares what you think?
* * * *
The
peace of godness is your original fabric.
* * * *
Say
much, say little, do much, do little.
All the
same, all the same.
* * * *
Stretch
the knots.
* * * *
Interesting
how you allow the universe
You
have imagined to judge you.
* * * *
Even if
it means giving up everything,
How can
you resist?
* * * *
In the
midst of a harsh winter,
So much
flesh fashionably chilled.
* * * *
Why
date yourself?
* * * *
Why
depend on happiness from anything out there?
* * * *
So many
seek the spring, sip from it,
Yet
never realize it is really they.
* * * *
Why
depend on happiness from anything out there?
* * * *
Predictability
lulls one into surprises.
* * * *
Why
date yourself?
* * * *
Only
ignorance defines.
* * * *
Meditation
is the pause button.
* * * *
View
history through every witness imaginable.
* * * *
Sometimes
you are so full of bullshit.
* * * *
Hard to
detach when you really don’t want to.
* * * *
How
often, unable to help yourself,
The
pattern once again casts you
Into
the predictability of your time.
* * * *
Martyrdom
is the playground of egocentricity.
* * * *
By its
very nature, science must ever lag behind,
Willfully
dragging the ever-increasing weight
Of its
insatiable quest for knowledge.
* * * *
Doubt,
again and again raises its stilted head.
* * * *
Apply
these reflections to yourself and your world.
See
both the macro and the micro of existence.
* * * *
Those
concerned about another side
Only
find this the other side of that other side.
Greener
pastures only pursue the rancor of duality.
* * * *
A wise
leader should always have a devil’s advocate by his side,
One who
is unafraid to stand alone and question every assumption.
* * * *
Infinity
must limit itself to intuit its infinity.
* * * *
What a
magnet the other.
No
wonder such confusion.
* * * *
Education
expands outlook,
And
perhaps even inlook.
* * * *
The
nice thing about dying in a plane crash
Is that
you might be drinking champagne.
* * * *
Regarding
love, most cater more to the word than its meaning.
* * * *
Leave
yourself as many options as possible.
Only
burn a bridge if absolutely necessary.
* * * *
Do you
even see how much attention
You
give what others think of you?
* * **
Are human
cities really that much different
Than
any other creature’s instinctual grouping?
* * * *
Insects
are far superior
In
their capacity for cooperation,
But
what price conformity?
* * * *
The
misfortune of a first rate memory
Is
recalling what you would rather not.
* * * *
How
amazing we have survived this long
For all
our violence and just plain ignorance.
* * * *
Logical
conclusions follow irrational delusions.
* * * *
Suicide
can be considered a scientific experiment.
* * * *
Though
these random reflections may seem unbound by time,
They do
emerge from the cauldron of the moment’s draw.
Nothing
is held back for convention or approval.
* * * *
Would
you long for heart if not for her body?
* * * *
What do
others want from you?
What do
you want from them?
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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