LXXXVII
It must have been so
terrifying out in the jungle without claws or fangs.
Is it really any wonder
why we are so competitive and violent,
Why we destroy so
ravenously, so passionately.
* * * *
No need to apologize
for being untamed.
Why allow your Self to
be domesticated?
* * * *
If you’re foolish
enough to stand in the way of Mother Nature,
You’re gonna get banged
around or squashed sometimes.
* * * *
So many philosophers
seem to
Believe all their words
mean something
In the big-bang-big-crunch
of it all.
* * * *
You see what you are
capable of seeing.
* * * *
Interesting to realize
the whole universe,
Every single one of
them is imagined.
* * * *
Human beings are not
the be-all end-all of this creation.
* * * *
Wipe away all mythology
and what do you have?
Bibbety-bobbity-bibbety-bobbety-boo.
* * * *
The love that does not
exist
Is the love that
transcends all.
* * * *
You went to all that
trouble and no one was watching.
And even if they had
been, they probably wouldn’t have cared.
Your offering wasn’t
anything they really wanted to hear.
* * * *
Every day the songbird
showed up singing on the same high wire.
Day after day after
day, until one day it didn’t,
And no one noticed.
* * * *
Pull off the mask and
see no difference
Between any of the all.
* * * *
The real warrior
doesn’t need to huff and puff.
* * * *
What some people do for
attention.
* * * *
Identity but a
temporary mask,
A chameleon disguising
what you ultimately are.
Discern the real you,
the real Self, prior to all dreams born of mind.
* * * *
As long as you believe
it real, it will be.
* * * *
Click the heels
whenever you are ready, Dorothy.
* * * *
What calendar can
contain your life?
* * * *
Vanity can only go so
far.
* * * *
People complain one way
or another,
Usually about both.
* * * *
In history’s annals,
this will be painted
As a dark, pathetically
reckless time.
* * * *
When ya’ll get a real
life someday,
Just give me a call and
spin a better yarn.
* * * *
You needn’t know all
the details to discern the gist.
* * * *
Contrary to Hollywood,
not all endings
Are happy, or romantic,
or even endings.
* * * *
A set of random
thoughts begun in the late thirties.
Reflections from a dude
who gradually realized that all things are of godness,
But, alas, that simple
truth did not always make it easy
To be a human being.
* * * *
Put your own house in
order
Before trying to clean
another’s.
* * * *
No two life forms will
ever see
The same piece of dust
quite the same.
As every snowflake is
unique,
So is every eye.
* * * *
There are just some
things you cannot remember.
* * * *
A day without some
reflection is an incomplete one.
Everyone has special
ways, times and places
To realign with the
wonder prior to time.
* * * *
Just sitting here under
a tree
Waiting for time to
arrive.
* * * *
Odds are nobody told
you.
* * * *
The literal mind often
seems
To trip over everyone
else’s feet.
* * * *
If anybody out there
gets a life,
Let us know what it’s
like.
* * * *
Boys and girls.
Fish, birds and bees.
Flowers, trees and
weeds.
Same new same old.
* * * *
I dream, you dream, we
all dream
In so many ways so much
the same.
* * * *
Like it or not,
Believe it or not,
Want it or not,
See it or not,
You are in charge,
Sort of.
* * * *
You believe your words
really define you?
* * * *
Heaven and hell are
proportioned of consciousness.
* * * *
You are not so many
things.
* * * *
Before enlightenment
chop wood, carry water.
After enlightenment,
really chop wood, carry water.
* * * *
Educated people are
much more docile,
Much more easily
manipulated.
* * * *
Committees are the
pavers of hell.
* * * *
Why all this guilt?
* * * *
How surreal the genetic
promises.
* * * *
Hope!? Hope!!??
If you must hope for
something,
At least hope for a
quick, relatively painless death.
* * * *
Freedom creates its own
slavery and slavery its own freedom.
* * * *
How many of us become
our mothers and fathers?
* * * *
The harsh cold reality
of this world
Is too much for most to
handle
Any way but
delusionally.
* * * *
The things we do to
survive.
* * * *
Every flower has its
day.
* * * *
It’s all about
different rates of decay.
* * * *
Oh, how the mind
ceaseless strives to be secure.
* * * *
An ass loses its
romantic appeal on the shitter.
* * * *
Why be bound by any propriety?
* * * *
There is justice for
those
Who endeavor by the
rules,
Or for those lucky or
fated enough
Not to be caught by the
powers that be.
* * * *
Do you pay attention to
your surroundings.
Or study the ground in
avoidance?
* * * *
Perhaps a better ending
will redeem
Its beginning and
middle.
(Guffaw).
* * * *
The vanity of all
disappears in the one.
* * * *
Your born, then you
die.
A few breaths between.
* * * *
Old man, take a look at
my life,
I’m a lot like you...
* * * *
Amazing what some will
do
For even a drop of
attention.
* * * *
Is s/he really worth
losing your breath over?
* * * *
I’m anti your Christ.
* * * *
Always be open to the
unexpected.
* * * *
Best not to let
opponents know the tools
You will use to destroy
them until you do.
* * * *
Each is shaped as much
by limits as by capacities.
* * * *
Motivation is a study
of values.
* * * *
Life plays through so
many phases.
* * * *
How many ever live
normal lives?
Statistics has its
share of illusions.
* * * *
To worship any form,
any concept,
Is to clutch vainly at
a handful of dust.
* * * *
Few will take care of
anyone indefinitely
If nothing is given
back, at least occasionally.
* * * *
Pleasure has many ways
of killing those lacking self-discipline.
The pleasure button you
live by is the pleasure button you die by.
* * * *
Violence takes many
avenues.
Men have their weapons,
Women their babies.
* * * *
Be wary of those
excessively craving your attention.
* * * *
One day someone finally
got up the nerve to ask God
Why he created all
this, and the devil in him cackled
Gleefully, “For the
hell of it, friend, for the hell of it.”
* * * *
A disciplined mind
chooses when
And when not to partake
of the world.
* * * *
The best moments are
the ones released before they happen.
It’s the quality of
consciousness which counts,
Not the space and time.
* * * *
You cannot promise time
forever.
* * * *
If you are intelligent,
strong and lucky,
Perhaps life will not
twist you too badly.
* * * *
Mutation is the brush
of godness evolving the creation.
* * * *
Despite all your
naming, what do you really know?
* * * *
Idealism sets you up
for a great many falls.
* * * *
If you can imagine
doing something,
You don’t necessarily
have to do it.
* * * *
Stopping time is as
simple as stopping your mind.
* * * *
Is it courtesy to your
kind that you do not ignore its insanity,
Or is it the habit
drilled into you by the conditioning of time?
* * * *
Every imaginable horror
and every imaginable bliss lies within.
* * * *
You never know what’s
going to happen.
* * * *
Same old, same old,
But for those times
when you see it anew.
* * * *
Remarkable how we have
allowed ourselves
To be poisoned in so
many ways.
* * * *
You see your world,
another theirs.
How they overlap or not
is based
On commonalities and
differences,
Of all the variables
any life entertains.
In the course Maya
meanders,
None are ever the same,
Nor are any totally
different.
* * * *
Rambling the thought
waves, a journey of spontaneous design.
* * * *
Most people stick with
what they can stand knowing.
* * * *
Does the universe
adjust to you, or you to it?
Can there be any
separation, really?
* * * *
We are shaping the
world into the fist that will destroy us.
* * * *
In the jungle you don’t
attract the tiger’s attention.
* * * *
Seek ye the ocean deep.
* * * *
Probably any of us
could end up
On the wrong side of a
set of bars.
* * * *
We were not designed
for these numbers.
* * * *
Color is only skin
deep.
Hate is all the way
through.
* * * *
Measurement has become
an unquestioned mania.
* * * *
We invented the machine
And have been running
To keep up ever since.
* * * *
You separate yourself
from god
Until you are ready for
the responsibility.
* * * *
Learn to laugh at
yourself
At least once in
awhile.
* * * *
How could you possibly
keep up
With everyone you ever
met?
* * * *
Don’t invest too much
in assholes.
* * * *
History has always been
written
By those who bother to
live in the past,
Those bound to the time
of their imagination.
* * * *
Is it reaching a point
Where we’ve done
everything
Way too many times?
* * * *
A demon is anyone who
you allow
To play uncensored in
your head.
* * * *
What keeps you going
But the pleasures of
the senses
And intellectual
curiosity?
* * * *
Ah, the pain you must
endure
For all the things you
cannot keep.
* * * *
I will save my own
soul, thank you.
* * * *
A little
experimentation is the best learning.
* * * *
The researcher, the
expert, the professional,
What faith we place in
modern voodoo.
* * * *
Were it so simple as
black and white.
Alas, it is all as gray
as gray can be.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
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Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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