XCIV
You’ve
been dying since before you were born.
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If you
want to make god really laugh,
Tell
him your plans for the future.
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The
unfathomable well of obsession
Plumbs
the depths of imagination.
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They
constructed him into the
One-dimensional
character he was.
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Corporate
America is calling you.
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So many
things set in motion
Before
you even had a chance to say no.
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Delusion
is deaf and blind,
But
rarely dumb.
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Self-righteousness
can be a useful tool
In the
deflection of accusation.
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Large
to the small-minded,
God’s
theater is but a tiny corner
Of the
infinity of totality.
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Mad
Hatter fare.
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Realize
that no name
Truly
gives you a grasp of anything.
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What
future do you imagine?
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There
is the reality of the drama
And the
way it will play out.
And
there is the greatest reality
Completely
detached from anything.
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You are
language-immersed
When
the vocabulary is completely
Incorporated
in everyday speak.
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The
voice in this head
Just
keeps on pouring out
This
stream of consciousness.
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God’s
will be done.
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Funny
how so many think they know so much.
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You
just keep on wondering
If
there’s a puzzle piece you will fit,
A
persona that will be an intimate match.
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You
want the lie just a little bit longer, don’t you?
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How
loyal will you be to your cause
When
there’s a knife at your throat?
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Yes,
it’s all true.
You’ve
gone off the deep end.
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Someday,
perhaps you’ll be as old as your
parents.
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Truth
puts dross to flames.
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What
are we racing for?
Who are
we racing against.
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Are you
so desperate to live
That
you would be a slave?
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Does
any individual make the time,
Or time
the individual?
Does
the one who volunteers
Have
any choice, or is s/he drawn
By
circumstances beyond any control?
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Now
what?!
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You owe
no one anything
But
what you choose to give.
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Caress
the wind, water, earth and fire
As you
would a lover.
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One
life at a time.
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Love it
for what it is,
What it
was, and
What it
will be.
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It
doesn’t really matter.
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What
would it be like to live
Truly
unconcerned
Whether
you lived or not.
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The
most enlightened drug users are mystics.
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What
prophetic story will this one harvest?
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What
glory the world of nature had reached
Before
we, one of her finest cancers,
Gained
such unruly prominence.
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So many
trees, so many creatures,
I cannot
remember.
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No
place to go, nothing to do.
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It’s
getting very late.
Is it
time to die, Mother?
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What
dynamic seems odd to someone raised in it?
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If you
want trials,
There
are plenty to choose from.
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Megalomania
rules its own mind.
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That
same old tiring oneness.
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The
unknown is duality’s greatest opponent.
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Except
for the mind at war,
Is
there anything but harmony
On any
given battlefield?
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Why
demonize aliens from other worlds
Any
more than creatures born of our own?
Is it
because we have conquered this garden,
And
know the advantage of just transitory duration?
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Why do
you stir yourself with trinkets?
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Breathing
into nothing.
Wow.
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If you
chose to be here,
That
would mean you were God.
If you
didn’t, well, where is it?
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The
hard wiring is only attachment
To the
consciousness of genetic design.
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Perhaps
it is just that simple.
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If you
want to be fearless,
Breathe
consciously.
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Whose
idea of truth will you succumb to next?
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How
much more enticing white light
When
transfixed by the spectrum.
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Science
is just another measurable paradigm.
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Pooh
lives.
Long
live Pooh.
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When
the other is watching,
You pay
much more attention.
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Where
does violence take you?
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Separation
is the root of all evil.
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Watch
closely how the water flows.
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On the
bright side,
The
worst that can possibly happen
Is that
you might get maimed, tortured or killed.
Or you
might live a long life.
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Just
walking the Irony Trail.
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Caught
in change, we try so hard
To keep
everything the same.
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There
will never be a perfect word,
Description,
equation or symbol
To
articulate the perfection.
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Are you
examining this for yourself?
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But for
vanity, what could possibly
Concern
one moment about any other?
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Outmaneuver
those who would oppose you,
And you
will likely wander on unassailed.
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Everything
you have gained
Is what
you have to offer.
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The one
who has learned
There’s
plenty to give
Has the
most.
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Is this
behavior getting you
Where
you want to go?
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So many
things not worth doing.
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There’s
more to all this than meets the eye.
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I am
the ocean,
And you
a wave
In my
play of time.
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Wander
the fields of death.
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The
assumption that you choose to live
Implies
that you may also choose not to.
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But for
the nuance of reflex,
You
might have long since
Succumbed
to a greater reality.
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How
quickly it can all be forgotten.
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How
abundant self-pity.
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Is it
the act or the thought which makes you guilty?
Is it
shame or guilt which motivates your alignment?
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About
some, perhaps many things
You may
not wish to afford compassion.
Sometimes
ruthless is the choiceless choice.
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So much
you would not miss.
So much
you try to save.
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Sometimes
you must face
The
abyss of incompleteness.
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How
bizarre it all is.
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Do you
understand the detachment
Of true
madness?
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How
bizarre it all is.
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Think
of it whatever you will
Makes
no difference
Any
more real
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Is you
nonchalance feigned or real?
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Passion
is attachment.
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Life is
a gift so easily spurned
When
the pain sets in.
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Science
is methodical
in its
measuring obsession.
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If you
don’t like what you see,
Stop
looking.
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How
vain and petty everything seems.
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Can you
know what it is to exist?
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Difference
lies only
In the
many differences.
Similarity
in all.
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Is your
mark really much more
Than a
yellow stain in melting snow?
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About
what do you care but that which you know?
About
what do you know but what you imagine?
About
what do you imagine but what you pretend?
And
does anyone more than pretend to know or care?
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Political
correctness is nothing new.
It
began upon the first gathering of two.
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It is
all pretext for vanity.
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Enemies
are merely those
Who
make you least comfortable.
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You are
surrounded by insanity.
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What
pain duration.
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How
impossible to keep up
With
everything concocted?
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Sock it
to me, baby.
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Where’s
the real difference
Between
me and you?
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What
stock can you place in all this?
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Remorse
and loss are the course of attachment.
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Just
blank your mind
And all
this comes to you unbidden.
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Sleep
is the cradle of oblivion.
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Who is
hero and who is scoundrel
Is
merely a matter of perspective.
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Where
do you stand in the historical context.
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Is hell
hot or cold?
A state
of mind stirring or still?
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Don’t
confuse the vain notions
Of the
entertainment industry
With
much to do with reality.
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It
applies to every one.
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So many
eyes through which to see
The
infinity of this grand mystery
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Fragmented
thinking can never lead to wholeness.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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