XCVI
No matter how huge your universe,
It remains limited by your imagination.
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You
will never get it if you try too hard.
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Tell
the chief what he needs to know,
Then
let him/her call the play.
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History
is such an illusion.
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What
part does wisdom have in this wretched play?
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One get
so tired of being poked and prodded
By the
limitations of bureaucratic whimsy.
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How
presumptuous to think these thoughts
Will
have any real impact on the human drama.
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We are
far too gullible and narrow-minded
For
there to be any meaningful change.
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Until
spell-check, I thought I could spell.
Fortunately,
I haven’t got the software
To
break my grammatical delusion.
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What
can you expect from a small-time theater?
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How
many are cast into roles
We
would likely not have predicted.
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We all
offer something,
Meaningless
as it may seem.
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Go
beyond the laws of this vain existence.
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Loving
yourself is a great challenge for so many.
We take
self-loathing to such great heights.
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Surrender
to the unconditional friend and lover within.
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The me,
myself and I is such a limited view.
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Drift
on.
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Take
the pain.
A
difficult gift, but a gift nonetheless.
Without
it you would not be mortal.
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Genocide
isn’t just about killing off human beings.
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Passion
in battle loses many a war.
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All
enemies are imagined.
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Do you
shape history, or it you?
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How
incredible to love and be loved unconditionally.
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Live
without reservation, unrepentant.
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But
who’s common sense rules?
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You are
in for big trouble
When
you allow procedure
To
outweigh common sense.
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Capacity
is grounded by limitation.
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Conscience
can be a bother.
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Breathe
through it.
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Already
it’s done.
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They
will do what they will.
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What
would be the point
Of
sending Mammon off this planet?
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What do
you do with an opponent
Bent on
harming or destroying you?
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Technology
creates countless new vocabularies.
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Stark
and raving mad.
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Some of
us have had
Quite
enough of this tomfoolery,
I
assure you.
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Obligations
are entirely subjective.
You are
not required to do or be anything.
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People
who steeple their paws
Show
their lack of discrimination.
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Your
image of me is not my problem.
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We’d
all make different choices
About
who would get a ticket
To our
concentration camps.
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Merit
finds its own way.
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If you
want nothing from me,
I will
give you everything.
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If you
don’t like something being done to you,
Why do
it to another?
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Things
change into new things again and again.
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You
want so much that it cannot offer that much.
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There
are ugly Americans,
And
there are ugly English,
And
there are ugly Germans,
And
there are ugly Egyptians,
And
there are ugly Japanese,
And
there are ugly Nigerians,
And
there are ugly Mexicans,
And
there are ugly Greeks,
And on
and on.
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Who
isn’t ugly some of the time?
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Can you
see what you do not know?
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Isn’t
it remarkable how one moment
Turns
into the next?
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Superficial
probably works for you most the time.
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How
differently all our mind sees the universe.
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Whose
life are you living anyway?
May as
well enjoy it.
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What
lottery will you win today?
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Where
is that?
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You
hold onto your pain as if it’s really important.
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So many
trying to convince you their way is right
When,
really, one way is as good as another.
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Is what
you fear not remembering
Really
that important?
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How
challenging not to be stuck in time.
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You do
what you have little choice but to do.
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If you
want nothing, the pain becomes irrelevant.
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We are
stuffed-up on so much bullshit.
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I
operate on a need to know basis,
And I
don’t.
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Aging
is a process
Of
paying attention
To
different things.
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Some
things are so blatant
They
can’t be seen.
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Is
birth always so painful?
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Imagine
what it’s like to be something different.
Every
form plays outs its designated role.
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What is
there to be afraid of, really,
That is
not a concoction of imagination?
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Give it
some thought.
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From
some vast fountain these many thoughts come,
Each
one spontaneous, randomly accessed
From
the day-to-day observations
Of a
rather ordinary life.
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Love is
a word defined by you.
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How
ruthless the world is to women.
What
matter how unattractive the drone.
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Humanity’s
ultimate lack of cooperation
Will
likely prove its ultimate undoing.
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What
makes you really think anyone else
Knows
any more than you about truth?
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The
body is a means for consciousness
To
contemplate its mysterious origin.
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Some
will probably always feel the need
To have
things explained to them by others.
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Some
forms are more pleasing to the senses,
But
they most likely won’t all be unless
You
perceive them all as gold.
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You
have no choice but to play out the body.
Impressed
by a birth you did not choose,
You
have elected to stay on voluntarily.
You
could slit your throat anytime,
Though
who can really know
Where
that might lead?
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All
experts are suspect.
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Romance
can be fun,
But how
often is it
More
fantasy than fact?
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Whether
a toe or a distant galaxy,
Sometimes
it all seems so far away.
All the
same, all the same, all the same.
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Any
society whose leaders
Can be
bought and sold
Is
fated to decline and ruin.
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Is the
issue whether you can do it,
Or
whether you want to?
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What is
the point of fearing
You
will not live a long life?
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Looking
for a reason to die?
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Sometimes
it takes awhile to catch
How
twisted someone else has become.
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How
weighted thought is.
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Become
your ideal,
Or
don’t bother having any.
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What
does it really matter
If you
don’t see, touch, taste,
Hear,
speak or think of it?
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Of
drops the ocean is made.
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So what
if you’re not served first,
Or even
if you’re last.
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Be free
of all authority,
Especially
god’s.
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Each
seed discovers life anew
Within
the confines of its potential in time.
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Feel
like it’s all a bother sometimes.
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Eternity
is the forever in you.
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This
view allows every possibility.
And
those whose destiny it is
Will
not settle for less.
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Discern
the kernel from the chaff.
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Take on
whatever identity you please,
You
will ever be the same you.
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Attached
to form,
Your
attempts to reconcile duality
Only
fragment you further.
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Who
knows what another
Will
read into these thoughts?
How is
it possible to ever know
How
another’s mind will turn?
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If it
bothers you so much,
Just ignore
it.
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When is
enough enough?
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How
long is forever?
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Why
apologize for seeing it
The way
you see it?
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Strange
what worshipers of Mammon will do.
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What an
amazing thing to be alive,
And to
be a human being
Able to
write about it.
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Godness
will see
Whatever
it wants to see.
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Oh
yawn.
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How can
someone who never learned to play
Learn
that which comes so easily to those who did?
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Peace
is in the eye of the beholder.
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Anyone
with scientific inclination just naturally
Scrutinize
the many nuances and vagaries
Of
whatever they happen to be doing.
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How
artful we can be
At
rationalizing our actions.
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Life is
a big game of tag.
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The
fulcrum of any law is cooperation.
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The
universe does not care long, if at all, for your appearance.
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Bouquets
promise something,
But
what is clear only to lovers.
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Read
closely that you might discern
The
unseen of each letter’s turn.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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