LXXXIV
How we
all work it out is the tail’s head.
* * * *
Set
aside the craving for another version of god.
* * * *
Nary
would a shot be fired in a real revolution.
* * * *
He went
for a walk and found he was lost.
* * * *
If you
are drawn into battle,
Never
hesitate to change the rules,
Perhaps
many times.
* * * *
The
commander who aimlessly wanders the field
Bemuses
and frightens his opponents.
The
most inflexible lose.
* * * *
God’s
gonna kill you,
Same as
everything else.
* * * *
We are
a world civilization of clashing mindsets.
The
heading we are set upon leaves little recourse.
* * * *
Will
geographies someday lose sight of each other?
* * * *
Last
man standing stands alone.
Historical
curiosity how he gets there.
* * * *
What a
challenge not to burn bridges,
Or burn
them so well no one can follow.
* * * *
Burst
through the bubble of history.
* * * *
Take
something away all at once,
Or bit
by bit in such a fashion
That it
is never an irritant
The
same in giving.
* * * *
You
looking for a piece of history?
* * * *
When
you zone in on the significance of these words,
Our
minds will have achieved the common denominator.
* * * *
Who
needs to forgive you once you forgive yourself?
* * * *
How
pathetic we have become in our techno-civil rise.
* * * *
You
snoozed, you losed.
* * * *
How
preferable the humility of a commoner.
* * * *
How
arid and unrewarding the sciences become
When
they cannot face the chaotic order of reality.
* * * *
Science
is its own form of superstition,
Just another
collusion of illusion.
* * * *
When
you want nothing from the illusion,
You
will perhaps take the opportunity
To
discern your godness within.
* * * *
Would
you stay if you were not
So
attached to your vanity?
* * * *
Sometimes
you cannot remember anything.
An
alert infant-like blankness fills the mind.
* * * *
Sometimes
faint glimpses of what is written here.
* * * *
How
else could we ever learn
But
through our self-created destruction?
Our
species hasn’t the wisdom to do it any other way.
* * * *
In less
than one hundred years
Almost
every life form now living
Will be
the dust of the next stage.
* * * *
Extrapolate
your piece of the play
Into
whatever vast diversity you conceive
This
world, this universe, all creation may offer.
* * * *
This
dream, so repugnant at times,
So
completely astounding at others.
* * * *
Which
self-image do you play in any given moment?
One
limited and fragmented by identification,
Or
full-blown, unbridled absoluteness,
Fearless
and free of craving?
* * * *
Comprehend
very clearly
How
every bit of the whole is you.
See it
or not, the all is very much the reality.
* * * *
Persecution
is denial
Martyrdom
is pointless.
* * * *
What
point is there to the continuation
Of the
human paradigm now playing?
* * * *
You are
the revolution
Of a
paradigm founded
In the
reality of oblivion.
* * * *
Sometimes
don’t you wonder
How
much more you can stand knowing?
How
much more do you need to see?
What is
it you don’t understand?
* * * *
Can any
particular name
Ever
even begin to capture
The
flavor of the real you?
* * * *
Peace
is in the stillness of awareness,
Not the
movement of consciousness.
* * * *
Why
should these thoughts be consistent
When
nothing is but the chaos of change.
* * * *
Who are
the antichrists
The organized
flock fears,
But
those who assert
A
greater vision.
* * * *
The
devil is perhaps your greatest teacher.
What
else can shepherd the journey out of hell,
But
that portion of each who have created it.
* * * *
Is a
fully cooperative paradigm even possible?
Unlikely
we’ll ever know as the point of opportunity
Quickly
fades into memories of happier times.
As
passion and pride bludgeon their way
Into a
fate already far too predictable.
* * * *
Just
calling it for what it is.
Take it
or leave it.
No skin
off this immortal schnoz.
* * * *
Thought
is the creator of all,
Awareness
the reality of one.
* * * *
Clock
hands go round and round,
Shapes
and sounds move to and fro,
A mask
smirks gallant in the mirror,
But
still here you are playing it
Very,
very much the same.
* * * *
It is
all light spun into creation.
Free
will is just another fantasy.
* * * *
Organized
religion opts for words rather than reality.
* * * *
As much
as god may be all-wise,
God is
also equally all-stupid.
* * * *
We are all
graded by the masks we inherit.
* * * *
Specialists
may overcome generalists,
But
only in the arena of specialty.
* * * *
Conditioned
from day one
To
assume some form of identity,
It is
nearly impossible not to.
A do or
die proposition.
* * * *
Take
stock how many
Do one
activity or another,
And
then note how many are not.
* * * *
Dispassion
In any
given circumstance
Will
stead you further.
* * * *
There
is really no geometry to space-time.
It is
neither point nor line nor circle nor triangle,
Nor any
other shape conceived of mind.
* * * *
Examine
every attachment
And
discern the common ground
Is the
futile attempt at mortal security.
* * * *
We will
forget everything.
* * * *
What a
fucking pain in the butt all these thoughts have become!
More to
transcribe and edit, but to what end this eye is blind.
* * * *
Cultures
are an innovation of environment.
Associations
of individuals adapting in groups
To
geographical contexts in so many unique ways.
A good
show for those in student of life mode.
* * * *
Not
much use conversing
With
those who cannot listen to you.
How can
the narrow ever discern the broad,
Or the
broad ever return to the narrow?
* * * *
Amazing
how each of us
Will
recollect a common event,
If it
can even be remembered at all.
What different
universes each visualize.
* * * *
What a
hen house the media is,
All
hovering for the next torrid story.
And we
play into the madness.
* * * *
Answers,
all you want is answers,
But
first you must discern the questions.
* * * *
A
worker bee passes away,
His
life work boxed and stored,
Untapped
for lack of interest,
Awaiting
final sentencing
At the
nearest landfill.
* * * *
Where
exactly does the inner end
And the
outer begin?
* * * *
Jesus
was the anti-christ,
Siddhartha
the anti-buddha,
And Lao
Tzu the anti-tao.
* * * *
Grok
it, baby, grok it.
Then
die anyway.
* * * *
Everybody’s
selling something.
* * * *
What’s
the gap between your ideal and your reality?
* * * *
The
masses, by definition, will never be ready.
* * * *
Is it
mind? Is it breath? Is it heart?
None
and all at the same time.
* * * *
Believe
you me,
The
body gives not one iota
About
any of this.
* * * *
Everything
nothing.
All
diversity one.
* * * *
The
universe has amazing ways
Of
reminding you who’s in charge.
* * * *
Personality
is the doubt, the fear and the craving.
* * * *
So many
promising a higher high,
And you
so gullible for every scam.
* * * *
You
didn’t get here by being Mr. Nice Guy all the time.
* * * *
So
challenging to have a firm grip
Upon
the context of your time.
* * * *
Science
is just another paradigm.
* * * *
More of
the same.
Sigh.
* * * *
If the
Pope was a real mystic,
The
Church would have to kill him.
* * * *
Organized
religions are for the literal-minded
And
that your role is just as meaningless to them.
* * * *
When
ego moves around there is ceaseless drama.
Where
there is anonymity, only the silent take notice.
* * * *
Pain
sort of forces you to take a look.
* * * *
There’s
something to be said
About
ignorance being bliss.
* * * *
Nature
is the only true teacher.
Nature
is the only true student.
* * * *
You
must not really crave it,
Elsewise,
you might well have it.
* * * *
History
must be understood through its context,
Not the
historian’s.
* * * *
You
read so many words, yet cannot see through them.
* * * *
Sometimes
you forget you are pretending
And
must pretend you remember.
* * * *
Sometimes
there is no choice, no time
For
anything but an instinctual response.
* * * *
Only
two trillion lifetimes to go.
Wallahoo!
* * * *
Why do
they do it?
For the
same reason you might
If you
get the chance.
* * * *
Regarding
the senses, it is indeed arduous
To
bypass the many pleasures they weave.
* * * *
If you
knew what horrors lie ahead,
Would
you take your life to avoid them?
* * * *
What
price pleasure?
* * * *
Steel
your mind against the pain.
* * * *
But
wasn’t one enough?
* * * *
Assuming
there is a lesson to learn,
Have
you learned yours?
* * * *
All you
can grok is born of time’s play of light and sound.
* * * *
You wander
looking for another to recognize,
A
mirror who will reflect the acceptance
You
seem unable to muster within.
* * * *
The
rigors of time play havoc to the end.
* * * *
Is it
worth it?
* * * *
At some
points you just prefer your own company.
* * * *
Funny
what you’ll spend money on.
* * * *
How can
there ever be true peace through violence?
* * * *
Learn
to think but not too much,
Or
about the wrong things.
That’s
education.
* * * *
How
much unwarranted attention
We give
actors, politicians, gladiators,
And
other caricatures of vanity.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
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Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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