XCIII
You
many use another’s ladder,
But the
climb is your own.
* * * *
Fabricated
loyalty is a loose bond.
* * * *
The big
view is sanity’s heart.
* * * *
The
ultimate point to all this is an opportunity
To
discern where the true mystery lies.
* * * *
How
frail ego.
* * * *
As long
as it doesn’t happen to you.
* * * *
What a
strange and unique thing to be alive.
How
many ways each of us perceive its passing.
How
many ways we choose or choose not to value it.
How
many ways we confuse ourselves in it.
How
many ways we find to explain it.
How
many ways we become
Complacent
in our ignorance of it.
* * * *
It has
all just happened.
Did you
really have any say in it?
* * * *
Have
you always enjoyed being alone?
* * * *
If you
shit in your nest you must sit in it.
If you
shit in your water, you must drink from it.
If you
shit in you food, you must eat it.
A mind
full of shit must dwell
In its
shitty creation.
* * * *
It is
indeed a troubled world
That
denies its essential nature.
* * * *
Consciousness
manipulates the chemistry.
It is a
drug very few are not addicted to.
* * * *
You
didn’t ask to be here.
You
don’t pray to stay,
But
while here,
How can
you help
But see
it your way?
* * * *
So,
who’s normal anyway?
* * * *
Any
way.
* * * *
The
best moments are the content ones,
The
ones where just being is enough.
* * * *
What
you were, you no longer are,
Lest
you cling to the memory.
* * * *
How is
it one fortunate and another is not?
What is
this thing we call fate?
Such a
mystery.
* * * *
Any
sense of superiority is the foundation of delusion.
* * * *
Mind
expands through surrender
To a
greater reality than your own.
* * * *
Amazing
what some follow.
* * * *
Cockroaches
are not finicky creatures.
* * * *
What a
price to be paid for this expensive meal,
And we
have yet to even begin our just deserts.
* * * *
Who
would have guessed
Where
technology would all lead
Even a
lifetime ago?
* * * *
Foolish
masters of our own creation.
* * * *
I am
whatever you think I am,
Yet I
am none of it.
* * * *
If you
have enough love for one,
You
have enough for all.
* * * *
All
hierarchies fall into a meaningless blur
Of
words once you discern the ultimate fate.
* * * *
Easy to
pretend you’re detached
When
things go well.
* * * *
Who’s
pretending who’s insane?
* * * *
Every
act of creation has it statistical print.
The
rise and fall of its temporal reality.
Permanence
is ever an illusion.
* * * *
Sometimes
you have to allow people
To hit
rock bottom so they can decide
If they
want to stay there for themselves.
* * * *
Only
subjectivity differentiates any given moment.
* * * *
Disconnect.
* * * *
What
will this day wrought upon tomorrow?
* * * *
How can
you leave
If you
really don’t know
Where
you started?
* * * *
Here to
infinity in just a moment.
* * * *
You are
insane past counting.
* * * *
You are
the product of you sensitivity.
* * * *
It may
not make sense now.
Perhaps
you will discern more resonance
If you
peruse it again a little further down your journey.
* * * *
Any community
is only as firm as its foundation.
* * * *
What
bores these bureaucrats,
Politicians,
priests and corporate chiefs.
* * * *
Why
expect another to adopt your life
When it
appears you have none.
* * * *
Amazing
how some are forever
Cutting
away their own nose.
* * * *
Funerals
seem more than a bit ludicrous.
Why
would someone need to prove a friendship
To
someone outside the relationship?
Or play
into their self-pitying,
Self-absorbed
sorrow?
* * * *
You’re
just fine wherever you are.
* * * *
Who
give’s a damn past now’s favorite breath?
* * * *
You
really believe s/he is any less
Self-centered
than you?
* * * *
How
many paradoxes can one life ascertain?
* * * *
If you
think this was hell,
Don’t
you wonder could be in store
If
there should prove to be another round?
* * * *
You
will be vain for as long as you are born.
* * * *
Is
there birth without ego?
* * * *
There
are no guarantees.
* * * *
A daily
reminder that nothing lasts,
That
all passes with a steadfast surety
That
cannot but be romantically denied.
* * * *
Only
vanity cares.
* * * *
You
would have me bound to transience?
* * * *
Are you
really all that different
From
the things you condemn?
* * * *
Are you
supposed to be impressed?
* * * *
Is time
right or left, forward or back, up or down, in or out?
Is it
whatever direction you choose,
Or none
at all?
* * * *
As huge
as huge is, as small as small is,
Where
lies the difference?
* * * *
Do you
focus on the demons
Or the
angels who surround you?
* * * *
One
more tie to illusion.
* * * *
All
creatures dumb and dumber.
* * * *
All
these creations are dust.
* * * *
Rarity
or abundance
Are
states of mind.
* * * *
These
thoughts are for those
Who no
longer need elevated words
To
describe the mystery in which all reside.
* * * *
You so
love a world
Which
will not stand still
For
your delusion.
* * * *
Can it
ever be more than a numbers game?
* * * *
You are
the candy.
* * * *
An
asshole’s an asshole
No
matter how sweet the fart.
* * * *
Does a
cookie believe it’s a cookie?
* * * *
For
those who are the beloved.
* * * *
Nothing
is worth not dying for.
* * * *
If you
are present in every moment
You
will never die.
* * * *
Presence
is immortal.
* * * *
Beating
you head against a wall
Is
beating your head against a wall.
* * * *
Back
into the abyss.
Truly
never left but through
The
vagaries of consciousness.
* * * *
How
else can Self be known
But
through those that see?
* * * *
No fate
is individual.
Change
is born of indivisibility, of immortality.
You are
none other than you.
* * * *
So much
unproven self-importance.
* * * *
One now
drifting from one now to the next,
Like
snowflakes, all uniquely the same.
* * * *
So many
so confused.
From
what does clarity come?
* * * *
There
is no second one.
* * * *
Would
you want to be reborn
Into
the world we are creating?
* * * *
Take
care of it now, and you won’t have to later.
* * * *
Take
the personal out of it and what’s left?
* * * *
Where’s
the wisdom?
* * * *
You,
you, and you again, always you.
* * * *
Nothing
really to win, nothing really to lose.
Some
play lose-lose, others win-lose, and some win-win.
Fairness
and justice are in the eye of the beholder.
* * * *
A
miracle for it to have happened.
A
relief when it will be done.
* * * *
An
epitaph: Paroled at last!
* * * *
You are
a story of the human epic.
* * * *
The
countless masks of the same god.
* * * *
It is
context which creates all theater.
* * * *
What is
real clean?
* * * *
What a
means to both pain and pleasure the body can be.
* * * *
Battling
over pride-filled, vain notion,
They
could no see it was only hot air.
* * * *
The
whole of human history is an imaginary tale.
* * * *
The
eternal spy, I Am.
* * * *
Sometimes
it only takes one bullet
To end
a problem.
* * * *
The
trick to learning is to find someone
Who
knows more squat than you.
* * * *
Somehow
you survived.
Another
was not so lucky,
Maybe.
* * * *
Caught
in the net of our pattern,
We are
drawn to our fate.
* * * *
All
this has been written countless times before,
And still
so few have the ears to hear.
* * * *
Stand,
sit, lie, walk, run or die.
All
time, all action ever occupies
The
same unfurling wave of nowness
Passing
through imagination’s
Infinite
array of destinies.
* * * *
A
two-headed question.
* * * *
How
many live in a world which does not exist?
* * * *
What’s
boon to one species
May
spell disaster to another.
* * * *
Time is
the imaginary playground of consciousness.
* * * *
Apocalypse
is within every moment’s passing,
As is
creation.
* * * *
Every
possible delusion awaits
Your
gullible collusion.
* * * *
There
are plenty making lots of money
Off
your dread of the unknown
And
desire for more.
* * * *
Imagine
all the things you don’t know.
* * * *
What
surprises can infinity not hold in store?
* * * *
The
identity you believe you are is the little mind.
The Big Mind you really
are is for those
No longer enticed by
the duality
Inspired by the senses.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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