26 August 2013

Chapter 98 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


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.

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Isn’t it all just miscellaneous hodge and podge?

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Some people wake up early, some late.
Some sleep through the whole show.

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“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.

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Is there anything untouched by paradox?

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Can most eyes remain closed
When there is a light show at play?

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Go to the kernel of everything observed.

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It never happened.

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You really think you can change yourself?

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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.

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Some doors open easily,
Some stick, some will not budge.
Fate is as fate does.

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And to think the she, too,
Will someday be a hag.

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What a cruel god visits this play.

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These words are yet another wander to Self-discovery.

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It is the farm boy in you
That seeds the flower
To the same end.

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Allow the world its diversity.
Moderation and economy in all things.
Be and allow is the highest law.

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Passionately wave any flag
And you’ll no doubt ferret
Many more than a few
Willing to die for it.

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Funny how you always wake up
In a new time and space.

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So many ways to abuse,
So many ways to be abused.

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So many surreal romantic notions.

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Life must die for life to continue.

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A god so petty
As the one so many create
Is no god for you.

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The ruby slippers
Are Dorothy’s bodhi tree.

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Is the issue recycling or consumption?

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What price will you pay for your desire?

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Whose news?

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Forgive them,
They know not what they do.

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Heaven and hells
Are for minds attached to their bodies.

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There are many antichrists,
But they are no what you think.

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And all the lemming scientists
Measuring a way, trying to confirm
Whether or not a cliff lies ahead.

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Life and death are not really.

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Let someone else have your fifteen minutes.

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Why would any god bother saving
Anyone incapable of saving themselves?

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Are like and dislike any more
Than simple correlations to levels
Of pleasure and comfort?

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Most of your life,
If not all of it,
Is beyond your control.

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What do you see with your peripheral vision?

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How we relish our glories.

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Does all this talk about freedom
Apply to anyone else?

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A conspiracy of one.

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Resistance diminishes the opportunity for joy.

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The need to pee is not an illusion.

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Cute is only fur deep.

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Pay attention to the hub.

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Every moment its own beginning, its own end.

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What is it you think you’re holding onto?

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Place it all within a grain of sand.

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Seeds planted,
Dormant till winter’s passing.

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Pleasure is only pleasurable
When it is not correlated
To the resulting pain.

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Handle it with reverence
As you destroy it.

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As far as timelines go,
The human species is apportioned
A scratch at best.

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Why would god choose
A bunch of losers?

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You would have more regret
Killing a rattlesnake or a black widow.

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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.

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So many things you have done,
So many, many, many more it is not
Your destiny to ever even contemplate.

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Options are as options is.

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We are the flowering of free will.

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You are the mix of god and man.

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Get beyond political correctness.

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She, too, is an illusion.

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Memories echo around an otherwise empty cavity.

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You’re only the star in you show.

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The need to control others
Is a sign of great insecurity.

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If you have a soul,
Why wouldn’t everything else?

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Alas, your poor guardian angel.

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Your are the vanity, kid.

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If you are the primal essence,
What can harm you?

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It is called many names,
Yet in reality it has none.

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Words have so little meaning,
Yet they are the means
By which all attachments form.

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What unwritten contracts between the sexes.

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What fine madness this all is.

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Consciousness is a temporary marvel,
Life a temporary dream,
Eternity a fact crossing all seams.

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Join hearts across all divides.

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Why compromise with a lesser view.

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God forbid, but you are the hero/heroine.

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Earth, water, wind and fire.
All swirl together into the third eye.

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What a siren!
Oh lord, tie me to the mast
And torture me more.

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Once you taste fearlessness,
Can you abide its source any further?

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What joy moves you?

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Give your opponents a chance or so
To change their mind.

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What scope rationalization can cross.

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You must enjoy hell,
lest you would not remain.

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Feel the fire and ice of your torture chamber.

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Truth is a heady drink.
Not everyone covets such a fine wine.

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Project unfold one step at a time.

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Humility is a gift.

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So many ways to say one,
To exercise its countless forms.

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What inspires so many
To inflict such agony upon others?
What a wicked, naughty, petty god we can be.

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Every single moment,
From an infinite set of data,
You select your universe.

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Yeah, mamma!

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A teaching obviously lower than most.

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It’s a DNA thing.

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But for the words,
You are so easily forgotten.

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Why expect more than life offers?

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Ooh, what a bother a body can be.

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Sure, sure, you’re supposed to care,
But sometimes you don’t.

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Why take death seriously?
Or life for that matter?

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How foreign everything can seem.

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Your specialty is unknown.

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How excruciating this dream world can be.

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There is always something to do.

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When was time invented?
When did it become real?

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Humanity’s biggest delusion
Is that we can outdo our nature.

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Why shouldn’t what happens to everyone else
Happen to you?

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So many things to wonder about.
All to the same conclusion.

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Drifting along, not deeds to do,
No promises to keep.

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Embrace the what is of reality,
And no harm can befall you.

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Does any other seed sustain
The unwarranted sense of separation
We human beings have managed?

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Uncarved blocks contain every possibility.

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Plant a large pile of shit in that beautiful garden
To remind yourself what those flowers come from.

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History shows us anything can be forgotten.

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Fairer sex?
Gee willikers, is that what they call an oxymoron?

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My oh my, you do love to yap.

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Just another set of seeds
Born of Mother Earth’s garden.
Perhaps the cleverest so far,
But just as mortal as any.

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How attached you are to your resume.

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Good and evil are an illusion whose
Hypnotic hold is vivid imagination.

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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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