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The
only thing that could stop this insanity
Is a
major set of reality therapy catastrophes.
* * * *
A
general who understands his opponent
May
well win the war before it even starts.
* * * *
The
ocean is the surface and all its depths.
* * * *
How
much of your existence is spent
Watching
over your hoard?
Greedy
dragons all.
* * * *
Between
here and there
Are an
infinity of nows.
* * * *
Do you
really believe
They
really care about you
Any
more than you do about them?
* * * *
The
fullness is found in the realization.
* * * *
What
need to carry any delusion?
* * * *
A few
are born to swim in the sun.
* * * *
Is any
personality
More
than an outcome
Of
circumstance and circuitry?
* * * *
You are
not the pain.
You are
not the pleasure.
* * * *
Attachment
is not the venue of truth.
* * * *
Death
is an easy watch.
* * * *
End of
that genetic line.
* * * *
How
pleasing to be able to read so many great works
Minds
given over to godness have scribed
In
every geography, in every age.
* * * *
What
would it be like to again be
As
supple as you were as a child?
* * * *
Do you
look without seeing,
Or see
without looking?
* * * *
You
hometown will accept you
If they
have the wit.
* * * *
The
more ably you participate,
The
easier your time may be.
* * * *
Born of
eternal mystery,
You
create, you destroy.
You
invent your many parts
To the
end of all beginnings.
* * * *
What
is, exactly, an untimely death?
* * * *
So many
sounds
From
the depths
Of
eternal being.
* * * *
Always
so many rules to learn.
As if
they are all so important.
* * * *
Yawn.
* * **
Sometimes
any panorama
Becomes
like staring
At a
blank wall.
* * * *
All
things miscellaneous
* * * *
Is
there anything but vanity in this dream?
* * * *
Just
because we’re one
Doesn’t
mean we’ll get along.
* * * *
What
can anything or anyone
Truly
offer which you do not
Already
completely possess?
* * * *
Don’t
expect much
From a
pot of coffee
You can
see through.
* * * *
A poor
smokescreen
Doesn’t
fool a sharpshooter.
* * * *
If you should
manage to have one,
Try to
stick to the game plan.
* * * *
Do not
play the victim card too often, if at all.
* * * *
Didn’t
the human drama
Used to
be more fascinating?
* * * *
What
different circuits we all travel.
* * * *
A
smattering of knowledge
Can go
a long way.
* * * *
God is
dead.
He
committed suicide
After
he realized how badly
He had
fucked up.
* * * *
Life
has no purpose
And
truth does not exist.
* * * *
What
demons rule this world.
What
stupid people follow them.
* * * *
You are
a sovereign nation.
* * * *
Tragedy
is so much a part of the human condition.
* * * *
Look
Ma, I can walk on cement.
* * * *
Megalomania
is its own limitation.
* * * *
Babble
on and on and on and .....
* * * *
Since
eternity is now,
You
already have eternal life.
Why
would you ever fear losing it?
* * * *
We’re
all using the same theater
To play
lead part in our own play.
* * * *
Prior
to all form is clarity.
* * * *
To
bring a child
Into
this harsh world
And not
nurture it,
How
pathetic.
* * * *
To
commandeer so much
And
heed so little for the nature
Which
divined existence.
How
pathetic.
* * * *
Take
away the genetic factor,
And
what was once delusional ecstasy
Can
become pretty darn scary.
* * * *
How
afraid so many are to see failure
Mirrored
in the eyes of groups
With
which they identify.
* * * *
If the
student cannot see it,
How can
the teacher explain it?
* * * *
You may
well be able
To
trust a conquering government
More
than your own.
* * * *
With
conscious breath,
You
swim into Eden’s eternity.
* * * *
Cowboys
got to know
When to
hand over the reigns.
* * * *
One
could certainly argue
Everything’s
going to die, anyway.
Has
existence ever been anything more
Than a
short term requisition?
* * * *
There’s
only one real solution
To all these
problems we have created,
But
that remains for us to answer.
* * * *
She’s
still pretty enough to believe
They’re
really interested in her.
* * * *
Your
calling is whatever
Interests
you enough
To come
to mind.
* * * *
Will
the real one please stand up.
* * * *
Truth
is Self-evident.
* * * *
Spiritual
vanity is the greatest hurdle.
It is
the vanity of all vanities.
* * * *
If you
aren’t god, who is?
* * * *
Sifting
through ashes
Is the
work of the dead.
* * * *
It
doesn’t have to mean anything.
* * * *
Sometimes
it just fun to say it yet again
But
with a another conceptual twist.
* * * *
Easy to
appear confident
About
the things you know.
* * * *
Read
the doubt between the lines.
* * * *
So many
mirrors can be overwhelming.
* * * *
You may
as well relax.
You are
going to suffer.
You are
going to die.
* * * *
Oh well.
* * * *
Once
upon a time there was no money.
* * * *
Like a
deer in the headlights.
* * * *
Where
will all this lead?
* * * *
Interesting
thing about law
Is how
many there are
And how
often it changes.
* * * *
Get
control of your mind.
* * * *
These
opinions are ultimately
No
different than any other.
* * * *
How
much of your life will you sleep through.
* * * *
What
resolve there must be
In any
decision to create or destroy.
* * * *
Just
another mix of energy.
* * * *
Why do
so many place godness
Only in
the high or powerful places?
* * * *
There
is always one set of rules or another.
* * * *
Your
vain god will probably torture you
As long
as possible before
Sucking
your soul back to nirvana.
* * * *
You are
one with the lint in your belly button.
* * * *
It’s
all one in twos or more.
* * * *
How
aggravating the play of time makes us.
* * * *
Is
there anything that is not possible?
* * * *
Amazing
what a bunch of nerve endings create.
* * * *
Leaving
something
No
longer working for you
Sometimes
takes great courage.
* * * *
What
some will settle for is always amazing.
* * * *
Aphorisms
are not necessarily poetic.
They
often sound foolish when read aloud.
They
are meant for inner reflection, quiet, alone.
* * * *
Empower
yourself.
* * * *
It is
yours naturally.
* * * *
You are
quite predictable.
* * * *
Hometowns
generally have difficulty
Accepting
changes in their spawn.
* * * *
Sorry
Mr. Einstein, God loves dice.
* * * *
Peter
Pan lives.
Die,
Wendy, die.
Go,
Peter, go.
* * * *
Will
you still be friends after the sex?
* * * *
It all
boils down to the real you.
* * * *
This is
all quite impossible, you know.
Yet
here we are, the pawns of time.
* * * *
How
perfectly it all fits together.
* * * *
Quite
equal.
* * * *
So many
forces shaping your reality.
* * * *
Who
will win in the race against time?
* * * *
What
are you?
* * * *
Who is
that masked man, Kimo Sabe?
* * * *
Subscribe
only to the real power.
* * * *
Chaotic
anarchy is a fundamental reality.
* * * *
This
speaks to that which is for the theater,
And
that which pertains to none but oneness.
* * * *
All
grades fade in time.
* * * *
The
revolution is full of subtle reminders.
* * * *
Curious
how some middleman always manages
To
plant a tollgate between you and your craving.
* * * *
How
insecure vanity.
* * * *
Create
when you can,
Preserve if you can,
Destroy when you must.
* * * *
What
would it be like to die alone
In the
middle of the desolate ocean?
* * * *
A safe
prediction: More of the same.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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