XCVII
This
book is written for the end of all time.
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You
know nothing well.
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We all
have our scars,
Imagined
as they may be.
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The
literal mind can only see the literal meaning.
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What
would life be like
If you
didn’t try to remember so much?
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Eden
was lost the moment consciousness took the reigns.
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So many
ways life could have gone.
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Then
one day it occurred to you
That
you were probably an alien.
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We are
mesmerized by leaders
Who
cannot lead wisely.
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What
direction does smoke have but the wind’s?
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Why
you?
Why not
you?
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Look to
the source for the answer to why,
And you
will find no answer necessary.
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Are you
a minion of God or Satan?
What
difference really?
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Hear ye
Eden in you silence?
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Are
there ever enough of these moments?
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Interesting
how many attributes history spins.
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Still
trying to figure out your fate?
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If you
must have enemies,
Try not
to have imaginary ones.
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What
attention wisdom requires.
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Don’t
wait for acceptance.
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If you
want to know your fate, die.
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The
frog rasps, “I am one.”
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Tired
of it?
Give it
all back.
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What is
there to achieve
But to
become one’s Self?
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Will
humanity survive its infancy?
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What
kind of world have we created
That
our own creations receive more devotion
Than
the nature which originated all?
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God
forbid you are wrong.
You
couldn’t stand for it to be less.
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Bound
to this masquerade,
There
is peace only in waves.
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History
is in the moments.
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Why
would god only want to haunt heaven?
And
occasional journey through hell’s halls of gold
Can be
enticing even to the most virtuous saints.
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From
park bench to penthouse,
It’s
all you.
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What a
delusion!
* * * *
What
fun.
Sometimes.
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Godness
is the indivisible come to life.
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Life
according to Webster
“Is a
state of functional activity
Peculiar
to organized matter.”
Godness
is the organizer.
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Death
is the solution.
All
your problems will magically disappear.
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Nature
can be pretty uncomfortable.
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Write’em,
cowboy.
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Imagine
a truly civilized world.
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We’ve
gradually killed off, tamed
Or
immobilized most of our opponents.
Now its
just us against the real adversary,
Our
dysfunctional paradigm.
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How
stupid we are.
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Played
out as it will,
There
is but one voice.
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The way
is all ways.
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The
unconditional is so much more omnipotent
Than
the conditional that it waits all eternity
For all
creations to find their way home.
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The
shepherd rejoices the found sheep.
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I am
the one here to tell you to mellow out.
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Oceans
rain upon the highest mountains,
Bringing
them home to the depths of their origin.
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Eden
lives.
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The
bargain any make with the devil
Is
sealed by delusion and ignorance.
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Whose
daddy did you have killed today, Mr. Leader?
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Any
assumption can have
Far-reaching
consequences.
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How
many specialists lack a bigger picture
As they
create even greater destruction?
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You’ve
created time, but can you end it?
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Are we
stupid, or what?
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Become
the part that is the whole.
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Watch
what draws you most
With
your greatest dispassion.
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As if
any measurement really matters.
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Pray
tell, into what space is the universe expanding?
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Is her
reflection in the mirror any more real than she?
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Who
asks questions
Or
articulates statements?
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Is
there any thing which is not arbitrary?
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Your
universe crumbles with the last breath.
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There’s
hope when people stay friends.
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What is
one’s destiny?
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Why
you?
Because
somebody had to do it,
And you
seem to have drawn the card.
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Mass
murderers were children once.
What
twist and turns life takes any soul.
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You
assume so much.
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Realities
that do no align with nature
Must
eventually, inevitably fail.
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From
the head, drop back into the heart.
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What
happened to you?
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The
truly wise have passed the final test.
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Crap is
crap no matter how it’s cooked.
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All
trails are confined by well-worn minds.
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Both parochial
and infinite this mind.
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A gift
from that which passion ebbs.
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Can you
be content without accepting your lot?
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Beliefs
are the screen of patterns
Established
by the complex play
Of time
traveling through space.
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It’s
all one, but some are more equal than others.
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Those
who wish it more embrace ashes.
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Experience
is imagination.
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Your
will keep asking questions
Until
you answer them all.
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What do
you want to know?
Whatever
interests you,
Whatever
you need to know,
Whatever
happens along.
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Where
does the dividing point
Between
born and unborn linger?
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It all
brings you back.
Any
pair of shoes will do.
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What
happens to any seed.
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Does
time create imagination
Or
imagination time?
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Knowledge
is intuited.
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The
Reaper makes house calls.
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It
becomes whatever you think it is.
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Yours
is the voice I give you.
Mine is
the voice you give me.
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Women
and their animals.
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Your
are trapped by your genetic pattern
Unless
you surrender to just being.
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Hey,
pretty girl. Hey, pretty guy.
Best
not assume that just
Because
you are physically beautiful
That
anyone who is looking for something more
Would
want to hazard more than a few nights with you.
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You
have no sense of anything
But
what you see.
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God is
just another invention.
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Godness
is in the beingness.
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Some
cannot be happy with a mountain of gold,
While
others smile at a handful of dry sand.
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What is
there to really learn
But
that from which all lessons birth?
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What an
assumption history is.
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So, can
you think for yourself yet?
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Real
freedom is pretty scary
To the
prisoners of time.
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Another
child.
Dear
god, do so few
Have
any comprehension
The
future they are fashioning?
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What is
guilt but a curse
Upon
those too weak to resist
The
will of domination.
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You
must be looking for someone else.
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I’ll
pass on that one if you don’t mind.
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What
are you?
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Why are
we so entice by that which has no permanency?
Why do
we cling with such passionate determination
To to
all the things which we can never possess?
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You can
do no more
Than
experience the ever-present change.
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She
leaves enough to your imagination
To
drive you into the foolishness
Of
unrequitable passion.
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Free
your mind with a deep breath.
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Any
idea, any notion ever conceived,
Is only
as real as the weight of belief it is given.
And
what will you believe this day?
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In a
land filled with demons,
Whatcha
gonna do?
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Another
kneejerk response.
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Thoughts
such as these are not for popular consumption.
Only
the rare few chew content upon the eternal reverie.
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The
women lead their drones
Who
trail with the leashed poodle.
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What
need have you the emptiness of any rationalization?
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Few
will ever discern the real you.
* * * *
Another
enticing seed vat.
* * * *
Oh joy,
another revolution
(Yawn).
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We are
moving so far from nature,
Reconciliation
can only be great destruction.
Partial
or whole is the only question.
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Beauty, uncoupled with
intelligence,
Remains so longer if
steeped in silence.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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