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When
will enough be enough?
* * * *
Wisdom
comes to fools who wonder why deeply.
* * * *
The
best-kept secrets are one never told.
* * * *
Putting
one’s life behind them is not for the complex.
* * * *
Live in
the now with one eye toward the future ones.
* * * *
Of what
significance is any particular life?
* * * *
The
tide wears down rocks.
What
makes you think
You can
fight it?
* * * *
Time is
the wind which sculpts all.
* * * *
Sages
may as well shut up
For all
the difference it makes.
* * * *
What an
insidious scourge sexuality can be.
* * * *
The
things we consider normal.
* * * *
God is
between the synapses.
* * * *
There’s
killing to survive,
And
then there’s slaughter.
* * * *
What
becomes of any species
Which
has no predators
To set
its limits.
* * * *
You
cannot really change your fate,
Much
less another’s.
* * * *
Stop
remembering and here you are.
* * * *
What is
common sense, anyway?
* * * *
Pain is
trying to tell you something.
* * * *
As a
child you did not suffer
The
bondage of identification.
Why be
held by so much now?
* * * *
How
many would have to kill Christ again
If he
were to return?
* * * *
Who has
the true modesty
To see
their world is like all the rest?
* * * *
Ideas
are like throwing feathers in a sandy windstorm.
* * * *
Any
group that does not invest wisely in its future will not survive.
* * * *
Be
friend and lover unto your Self.
* * * *
Shut up
and listen.
* * * *
The
wise are circumspect.
* * * *
The
plots become so predictable.
* * * *
Bandwagons
play for themselves.
* * * *
What
torment the worry over time becomes.
What is
the nature of a carefree mind?
* * * *
To
spout the popular song is the easy way.
* * * *
Do they
really know of what they speak?
* * * *
How
boring exciting can be.
* * * *
Sometime
a little kindness is in order.
* * * *
Another
self-deceptive pride-filled set of moments.
* * * *
Son of
man, daughter of woman,
Children
of godness.
* * * *
If you
can’t play the part,
Find a
new play.
* * * *
Life is
a muddle of confusion
Given
order through inane reasoning.
* * * *
What a
trip all this is.
* * * *
You
really don’t know
What
the fuck’s happening.
You are
just completely clueless.
* * * *
You
can’t laugh when you’re too busy crying.
* * * *
The day
to day meandering
Dictated
these thoughts one by one
As
randomly as imagine allowed.
* * * *
What’s
the point?
* * * *
A
different world you might have offered your children.
* * * *
Be
harmless if your imagination allows it.
* * * *
This is
a set of personal reflections
With a
caveat not to adopt them as law.
* * * *
The
fate of the world will take these words where it will.
* * * *
Articulation
is such a fascinating passion.
* * * *
Isn’t a
job well done its own reward?
* * * *
More
corporate bullpucky.
* * * *
Mull
over life.
Steep
in it like a tea bag.
* * * *
One of
these days she will not return.
* * * *
You’d
be a dead man in some parts of this world.
* * * *
Not to
worry.
* * * *
Life
pales for so many.
* * * *
How
attached so many to their suffering,
To all
their imagined histories.
* * * *
Many
seed have been planted.
Who
knows to what end.
* * * *
Melt
into your Self,
Your
best friend
And
favorite lover.
* * * *
How
twisted so many become.
* * * *
How
challenging to free oneself
From the
traces of habit.
* * * *
Funny
how governments, religions and corporations,
Weave
their synergistic ego into the teeming masses.
* * * *
With
some you are hones, with others you are not.
Why? Why not?
* * * *
You’ve
seen white, you’ve seen black.
You’ve
seen so many colors in between.
Light
strums a universe into being.
* * * *
Nothing
more tiring than self-righteous hypocrisy.
* * * *
Feel
the tremors as Mother Nature swings into action.
* * * *
Life is
so full of possibilities.
* * * *
How profound
so many simple statements.
* * * *
Some
have a thing about making hoops
For
others to jump through again and again.
* * * *
Whose
pleasure do you live for?
* * * *
When
something’s due, it gets done.
Do it
well.
* * * *
When
you know you’re right,
Often
better to keep it to yourself.
* * * *
Does
one seek a fate, or fall into it?
* * * *
Is
there anything we touch
Without
some baleful repercussion
Somewhere
down the road?
* * * *
Only a
few go all the way.
* * * *
Maybe
tomorrow you’ll get to it.
* * * *
The
harsh, blunt reality in this dream world
Is that
most people just don’t know any better.
* * * *
Most
seem to settle for soda pop in their spiritual questing.
* * * *
There
is really nothing for which to apologize.
* * * *
The
organization of religion
Is so
often just a numbers scam,
A spoof
by ignorance on ignorance.
* * * *
If you
don’t understand why some get so frustrated
That
they just start blowing everything away,
Then
you are either a very naive saint,
Or a
very self-righteous fool.
* * * *
If it’s
warm, fuzzy and cute, we take it home.
If not,
well, make it food or kill it on principle.
* * * *
Amazing
how much crapola we weave
Around
that which is so pure and simple.
* * * *
Irony
and paradox wear every mask.
* * * *
Out in
the quiet of nature,
The
noise of the human world
Becomes
so irrelevant.
* * * *
If the
shoe fits, wear it , dearie.
* * * *
So
little is needed to be content.
* * * *
Whoever
wins against Rome becomes Rome.
* * * *
It is
huger than huge,
And
smaller than small.
* * * *
Your
are witnessing the pinnacle
Of the
human paradigm.
It will
likely not be achievable again.
* * * *
Been
there, played that.
* * * *
No
other can heal a cripple.
* * * *
A lie
was set before you,
And now
you feat upon the beast.
* * * *
How
often they repeat the fables,
Without
owning the moral.
* * * *
Swine
break their teeth upon pearls.
* * * *
You can
never quite be sure how chemistry will work out.
* * * *
Is
there any way to ease the mind
But
through complete surrender?
* * * *
You
were born to see this.
* * * *
To be
truly content with you life,
Now
that is good fortune.
* * * *
Humanity
is due a karmic redistribution.
* * * *
Let
silence be your voice.
* * * *
Why
should anyone martyr themselves for another’s vanity?
* * * *
Believe
it or not,
Fate
happens.
Cannot
abort it,
Cannot
hurry it,
Cannot
hinder it.
Cannot
do nothing
But
witness its passing.
* * * *
What
endless permutations of delusion
The
sexes weave for one another.
* * * *
You can
tell you are in a relative state
When
the whole circus seems
Par for
the course.
* * * *
It
shall all be for as long as it is.
Not a
moment more, not a moment less.
* * * *
Godness
is in the small things.
Godness
is in the big things.
Godness
is in all things,
As well
as the things
Which
will never be.
Godness
is in the ever you
And the
ever me, the faceless one
Unraveling
in eternity’s playful odyssey.
* * * *
How
contorting it is for ignorance
To
pretend it is so sure of itself.
* * * *
All it
took to create this wondrous world,
And we
destroy our opportunity
To
exist consciously.
* * * *
You are
a mix of Buddha and Confucius
With
your own brand of bullshit.
* * * *
How can
you predict a mystery?
* * * *
The sun
also was.
* * * *
What an
art trivial pursuit is.
* * * *
Rules? In language?
* * * *
Street
or forest,
Same
dream.
* * * *
The
tortoise can win many a race
Through
simple determination.
* * * *
They’ve
got your numbers.
You can
only hide in the open.
* * * *
You
will be sick.
You
will be injured.
You
will grow old.
You
will die.
Get
over it.
* * * *
What
point to a life without inquiry?
* * * *
Peace
is the abeyance of all things mortal.
* * * *
They
who cannot discern
Are
further blinded by intemperance
And the
many judgments that harbor intolerance.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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