XCVIII
Always
ironic that so many who least understand
Have
co-opted so adamantly the wisdom
To
which they are least suited.
Conclusions
barricade the seeing.
* * * *
Isn’t
it all just miscellaneous hodge and podge?
* * * *
Some
people wake up early, some late.
Some
sleep through the whole show.
* * * *
“Women
don’t have the same vexing control over me
As they
did when I was so much younger,”
He said
as he craned his neck
For
another view.
* * * *
Is
there anything untouched by paradox?
* * * *
Can most
eyes remain closed
When
there is a light show at play?
* * * *
Go to
the kernel of everything observed.
* * * *
It
never happened.
* * * *
You
really think you can change yourself?
* * * *
How
blind so many are to their aloneness
That
they passionately avoid, deny or destroy
Any
contaminant which might expose their eyes
To the
ultimate reality from which all springs.
* * * *
Some
doors open easily,
Some
stick, some will not budge.
Fate is
as fate does.
* * * *
And to
think the she, too,
Will someday
be a hag.
* * * *
What a
cruel god visits this play.
* * * *
These
words are yet another wander to Self-discovery.
* * * *
It is
the farm boy in you
That
seeds the flower
To the
same end.
* * * *
Allow
the world its diversity.
Moderation
and economy in all things.
Be and
allow is the highest law.
* * * *
Passionately
wave any flag
And
you’ll no doubt ferret
Many
more than a few
Willing
to die for it.
* * * *
Funny
how you always wake up
In a
new time and space.
* * * *
So many
ways to abuse,
So many
ways to be abused.
* * * *
So many
surreal romantic notions.
* * * *
Life
must die for life to continue.
* * * *
A god
so petty
As the
one so many create
Is no
god for you.
* * * *
The
ruby slippers
Are
Dorothy’s bodhi tree.
* * * *
Is the issue
recycling or consumption?
* * * *
What
price will you pay for your desire?
* * * *
Whose
news?
* * * *
Forgive
them,
They
know not what they do.
* * * *
Heaven
and hells
Are for
minds attached to their bodies.
* * * *
There
are many antichrists,
But
they are no what you think.
* * * *
And all
the lemming scientists
Measuring
a way, trying to confirm
Whether
or not a cliff lies ahead.
* * * *
Life
and death are not really.
* * * *
Let
someone else have your fifteen minutes.
* * * *
Why
would any god bother saving
Anyone
incapable of saving themselves?
* * * *
Are
like and dislike any more
Than
simple correlations to levels
Of
pleasure and comfort?
* * * *
Most of
your life,
If not
all of it,
Is
beyond your control.
* * * *
What do
you see with your peripheral vision?
* * * *
How we
relish our glories.
* * * *
Does
all this talk about freedom
Apply
to anyone else?
* * * *
A
conspiracy of one.
* * * *
Resistance
diminishes the opportunity for joy.
* * * *
The
need to pee is not an illusion.
* * * *
Cute is
only fur deep.
* * * *
Pay
attention to the hub.
* * * *
Every
moment its own beginning, its own end.
* * * *
What is
it you think you’re holding onto?
* * * *
Place
it all within a grain of sand.
* * * *
Seeds
planted,
Dormant
till winter’s passing.
* * * *
Pleasure
is only pleasurable
When it
is not correlated
To the
resulting pain.
* * * *
Handle
it with reverence
As you
destroy it.
* * * *
As far
as timelines go,
The
human species is apportioned
A
scratch at best.
* * * *
Why
would god choose
A bunch
of losers?
* * * *
You
would have more regret
Killing
a rattlesnake or a black widow.
* * * *
Like
every other beast on the planet,
We have
our instinctual dance,
Our
genetic undercurrent.
Complex
as it seems
It is very
simple
At the
primal level.
* * * *
So many
things you have done,
So
many, many, many more it is not
Your
destiny to ever even contemplate.
* * * *
Options
are as options is.
* * * *
We are
the flowering of free will.
* * * *
You are
the mix of god and man.
* * * *
Get
beyond political correctness.
* * * *
She,
too, is an illusion.
* * * *
Memories
echo around an otherwise empty cavity.
* * * *
You’re
only the star in you show.
* * * *
The
need to control others
Is a
sign of great insecurity.
* * * *
If you
have a soul,
Why
wouldn’t everything else?
* * * *
Alas,
your poor guardian angel.
* * * *
Your
are the vanity, kid.
* * * *
If you
are the primal essence,
What
can harm you?
* * * *
It is
called many names,
Yet in
reality it has none.
* * * *
Words
have so little meaning,
Yet
they are the means
By
which all attachments form.
* * * *
What
unwritten contracts between the sexes.
* * * *
What
fine madness this all is.
* * * *
Consciousness
is a temporary marvel,
Life a
temporary dream,
Eternity
a fact crossing all seams.
* * * *
Join
hearts across all divides.
* * * *
Why
compromise with a lesser view.
* * * *
God
forbid, but you are the hero/heroine.
* * * *
Earth,
water, wind and fire.
All
swirl together into the third eye.
* * * *
What a
siren!
Oh
lord, tie me to the mast
And
torture me more.
* * * *
Once
you taste fearlessness,
Can you
abide its source any further?
* * * *
What
joy moves you?
* * * *
Give
your opponents a chance or so
To
change their mind.
* * * *
What
scope rationalization can cross.
* * * *
You
must enjoy hell,
lest
you would not remain.
* * * *
Feel
the fire and ice of your torture chamber.
* * * *
Truth
is a heady drink.
Not
everyone covets such a fine wine.
* * * *
Project
unfold one step at a time.
* * * *
Humility
is a gift.
* * * *
So many
ways to say one,
To
exercise its countless forms.
* * * *
What
inspires so many
To
inflict such agony upon others?
What a
wicked, naughty, petty god we can be.
* * * *
Every single
moment,
From an
infinite set of data,
You
select your universe.
* * * *
Yeah,
mamma!
* * * *
A
teaching obviously lower than most.
* * * *
It’s a
DNA thing.
* * * *
But for
the words,
You are
so easily forgotten.
* * * *
Why
expect more than life offers?
* * * *
Ooh,
what a bother a body can be.
* * * *
Sure,
sure, you’re supposed to care,
But
sometimes you don’t.
* * * *
Why
take death seriously?
Or life
for that matter?
* * * *
How
foreign everything can seem.
* * * *
Your
specialty is unknown.
* * * *
How excruciating
this dream world can be.
* * * *
There
is always something to do.
* * * *
When
was time invented?
When
did it become real?
* * * *
Humanity’s
biggest delusion
Is that
we can outdo our nature.
* * * *
Why
shouldn’t what happens to everyone else
Happen
to you?
* * * *
So many
things to wonder about.
All to
the same conclusion.
* * * *
Drifting
along, not deeds to do,
No
promises to keep.
* * * *
Embrace
the what is of reality,
And no
harm can befall you.
* * * *
Does
any other seed sustain
The
unwarranted sense of separation
We
human beings have managed?
* * * *
Uncarved
blocks contain every possibility.
* * * *
Plant a
large pile of shit in that beautiful garden
To
remind yourself what those flowers come from.
* * * *
History
shows us anything can be forgotten.
* * * *
Fairer
sex?
Gee
willikers, is that what they call an oxymoron?
* * * *
My oh
my, you do love to yap.
* * * *
Just
another set of seeds
Born of
Mother Earth’s garden.
Perhaps
the cleverest so far,
But
just as mortal as any.
* * * *
How attached you are to your resume.
* * * *
Good and evil are an illusion whose
Hypnotic hold is vivid imagination.
* * * *
Who would really want to leave this garden forever
For what might well be an infinite journey
Into the ultimate aloneness?
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
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Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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