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What is
a plan to one man is a conspiracy to another.
* * * *
We each
offer the drama whatever we offer.
What
the world does with any of it is fate.
* * * *
How
often loyalty gets you squat.
* * * *
Never
trust any historian the whole truth.
* * * *
Just
different witnesses to the same fact.
* * * *
Relish
your part as much as possible.
* * * *
A baebe
in the hand is worth two wandering by.
* * * *
Try
spending just one day in the stillness of timeless awareness
Without
even one brief thought of sex or food or money or things,
It just
ain’t likely going to happen in these corporeal play stations.
* * * *
God:
liar, cheat, thief,
And
daily plotter of mayhem and murder,
Plays
with a marked deck.
* * * *
Whether
it be earth, wind, water or fire,
How
ironic that we buy and sell
Anything
and everything.
* * * *
A
little discipline goes a long way.
* * * *
Are you
sure you want the truth?
* * * *
In
about thirty-six thousand five hundred cycles of the sun,
Every
human being now on this planet will be dead.
Does it
really matter when or how they die?
* * * *
We are
a drastic example
Of
shitting in our own backyard.
* * * *
Just
one big game of roshambo.
* * * *
If
someone cannot comprehend your world,
Rest
assured they will not imagine it.
Your anonymity
is absolute.
* * * *
How
earth-shaking is anything, really?
* * * *
Die
well.
* * * *
Alcoholic
binges and hang-gliding
Are
great fun as long as you do not correlate them
With
hangovers and broken bones.
* * * *
Would
you love her if her legs
Were
ravaged by cellulite?
* * * *
We know
so much we don’t even know what to do with it.
* * * *
Each of
us creates our own demons.
* * * *
Don’t
wait to retire.
* * * *
Who’s
telling the truth?
* * * *
Image
is all if that’s all you see.
* * * *
The
only way you ever are going to be free
Is
complete, unutterable, detached surrender
Of all
imagination to that essence you truly are.
* * * *
Hard to
want to do if you still believe imagination’s reality.
* * * *
Some
destinies are written in the face.
* * * *
Attached
to outcomes,
You
limit your perspective.
* * * *
What a
vain god.
* * * *
You
need not follow any herd.
* * * *
The
personal nature is a contrived use of energy.
* * * *
Can we
invoke free will to change our paradigm?
* * * *
Here is
a prescription, but will you take the medicine?
* * * *
Your
personal nature is the illusion.
* * * *
You
can’t please insanity.
* * * *
Remember
who you really are.
* * * *
This
compendium is an unraveling.
* * * *
You are
not truly different from any other.
Imagine
every lot to see what is true
And
what is not true, what is real and not real.
* * * *
Only
the children know.
* * * *
Practice
indifference.
* * * *
History
is really quite short-lived.
* * * *
In
every beautiful flower there is a hag.
* * * *
Does
nirvana have a coffee shop?
* * * *
What
promise can smoke keep?
* * * *
Oh
well, sucked into illusion once again.
* * * *
With
which eye will you see your death?
* * * *
Words
and numbers do not for truth make>
* * * *
if
you’re already godness
Why on
earth would you need
Any
vain little religion?
* * * *
Why
would home ever be
Anywhere
else but here and now?
* * * *
Just
another Santa Claus god story.
Third-rate
drivel sponsored by ignorance.
* * * *
The
devil makes for more interesting conversation.
Truth
is the pablum of god.
* * * *
Judgment
is really an internal matter
A
sticks and stones, words can never hurt you
Life is
just a dream, sort of realization.
* * * *
Don’t
ask if you don’t want an answer.
* * * *
Some
folks experience one or a handful of mystical visions
And for
some reason believe they’ve got a handle on truth.
The
vanity of the human drama is unceasingly fascinating.
* * * *
Who
doesn’t wonder what others will say at their funeral?
Assuming
they find a body, of course.
* * * *
Mother
Nature does not distinguish
Between
all your goods and evils.
All are
pawns in the mortal game.
* * * *
Glide
through time as a dolphin does water.
Dance
merrily, playfully, happily unresisting.
Cling
to nothing, for what is there to which
You
have ever been able to truly cling?
* * * *
Puzzle
pieces fall into place soon enough.
* * * *
Time
wears all back into the ground.
* * * *
Go
beyond buddhas, christs and other idols,
And no,
it will not be some absurd dogma.
* * * *
Watch
the money to see what makes
One
drug more legal than another.
* * * *
Is
there any Rome
Which
truly serves the masses
It
pretends to lead?
* * * *
Politicians
are the whores of vested interests.
* * * *
Political
correctness wears thin.
* * * *
Reality
holds together quite well with or without you.
* * * *
Watch
the little piles of gold
Become
greater and greater
Till
one day they all fall down.
* * * *
However
you do the math,
Many
things are very quickly changing
For
this world’s future.
* * * *
God is
all the players, the playing field, and everything between.
* * * *
Necessity
is the greatest teacher.
* * * *
To play
every possible part,
Godness
must manifest every possibility.
Whether
ignorant or brilliant, mundane or dazzling,
It is
all very much of the same ground
From
which all seeds blossom.
* * * *
Mindless
repetition sustains its ignorance.
* * * *
And yet
so few seem content.
* * * *
We make
lemmings seem amateurish.
* * * *
Momentary
glimpses of an illusive reality
Do not
reality make.
* * * *
Repression
breeds revolution and anarchy.
* * * *
Funny
how those most adamant about halting tyranny
So
often become tyrannical.
* * * *
A
little power tempts us all.
* * * *
If you
are content with your own life,
There
is no need to please another.
* * * *
Why
write all this?
Damned
if I know.
* * * *
Dance
while you can.
The
piper is piping and the wall nearing.
* * * *
Irony
after irony, paradox after paradox.
Yet
what other road can duality muster?
* * * *
Think
on it.
* * * *
Being
detached only from what you dislike
Doesn’t
tend to work too well.
* * * *
The
meaning may not be immediately clear.
Just be
patient and let it steep for as long as it needs to.
There’s
really nothing to be concerned about.
* * * *
Roam
the light as you will.
* * * *
There
is a peace which transcends all vain ideals,
A peace
as vast as eternity and its inescapable moment.
* * * *
How
much time do you spend measuring your daily reverie?
* * * *
There
you go speaking too quickly again.
* * * *
Time
will take its toll.
* * * *
Fads
end.
* * * *
Being a
human being might be better viewed
As a
means than an end.
* * * *
Life is
such a menagerie.
* * * *
What
was it like before fear
Hadn’t
even occurred to you?
* * * *
Waking
up from the numbing of education,
Can
take the better part of a lifetime.
* * * *
Wisdom
is the essence of the play
Of
loneliness and aloneness.
* * * *
How
challenging to surrender to the heart.
* * * *
What
one puts up with
Is the
source of its own wonder.
* * * *
At
forty-three, how much more can there be?
* * * *
A no
holds barred life
Is a
challenge for anyone.
* * * *
Note
every point of articulation.
There
is intention in every point made.
* * * *
Listen
closely to this voice, for it is one with your own.
* * * *
How
useless all these words are.
What
influence does any mystic have
That
mammon cannot twist to its own ends.
* * * *
Though
humanity may falter on the abyss,
It will
still look with the same voraciousness
For the
glint of gold in the pan of avarice.
* * * *
For
every rise there is a fall.
Duality
is founded upon statistical surety.
* * * *
Who
hears any one,
But
those who seek it for themselves?
* * * *
You
will write these thoughts unto your mortal end,
For
that is the nature of your choiceless fate.
* * * *
Humanity
overrates its importance.
* * * *
Time
will only remember anyone so long.
* * * *
Life is
the meaning.
Isn’t
that enough?
* * * *
The
trouble with focusing too much on memories
Is that
life loses its many opportunities to be fresh.
* * * *
Who’s
the target audience?
Probably
a bunch of twisted people
You
wouldn’t really want to know too well.
* * * *
Would
you for a few moments of gratification
Diminish,
ruin or end another’s life?
* * * *
Watch
your arrogance.
It is
the great temptation
And
plays every delusion.
* * * *
Do you
live for your fear of death?
* * * *
Fate is
as fate does.
* * * *
A
beautiful woman is a promise
That
time inevitably changes into a lie.
* * * *
Find
what contentment you can
In
whatever the hand dealt.
* * * *
Immortality
is a given.
Mortality
is really only the briefest
Opportunity
to glimpse your ultimate nature.
Don’t
hang onto something that only be experienced.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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