XXXI
Through
the senses you experience a manifest dream,
Which
you may, at any point in time, choose to wake up to.
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If you
were really free, why would you be reading this?
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How
seriously you take the lies the senses weave.
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So indescribable
what you really are.
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Learn
what it is to unlearn.
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Will is
merely the shallow surface
Camouflaging
the unfathomable depths
Of the
totality you have ever been,
The
totality you will ever be.
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Violence
is a tsunami, peace its counterpoint.
Both
playing out their time in the same pond.
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Aggrandizement
of individual identity
Has
created an ego-ridden calamity.
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What is
sexual gratification but mutual masturbation
Surrounded
with a thick coating of romantic reverie?
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The
ultimate fate of this garden world,
Of this
entire universe, and of any creation,
Is
complete, absolute, unmitigated annihilation.
So why
be burdened by a temporary, surreal dream
You can
never more than superficially change?
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What
burdens each of us harness upon ourselves.
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We have
been domesticated by our civilized cravings.
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As to
space-time, when was it, and when was it not?
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If you
had all the power of totality,
What
would you possibly need to do?
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Merely
gratifying the body
Does
nothing for the soul.
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Be
without attributes.
* * * *
Acknowledge
all potentials.
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Life
may not be fair and just,
But
death is the irreverent equalizer.
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Go
where no word has ever, will ever, can ever go.
* * * *
The
sugar-coated storytelling
Of one
religious mythos or another
Is no
longer required by those who see.
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Love is
an easy thing to conjure on the mountain,
But its
reality in daily living is a little more arduous.
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How
much of this world is immobilized
By the
countless harsh injustices
We
burden one another with.
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Love is
not a glandular action.
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Though
these many words
May
seem abstract and intellectual,
What
they point to is not at all.
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What is
there to become
When
you already are?
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It is
the beingness of the highest order.
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Imagine
a newborn of any seed
Absolute
innocence groping
In
undiscerning awareness.
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Worshiping
the remnants of the dead.
How
infantile.
Death
is.
Get
over it.
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Do not
equate love
With
emotion or passion.
What it
really is would toast you
Like
lightning would a marshmallow
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Real
relationship allows sovereignty.
It is
open to process, non-interference.
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Before
the imprinting took root,
What
bliss there must have been.
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What
makes you think anyone's path
Is
really that much different than your own?
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Trying
to "fix" everyone is futile.
* * * *
What
there is to see cannot be seen.
By
those whose only view
Is
through the senses.
* * * *
To be
unburdened
Discern
and accept your death.
* * * *
Your
concepts about it
Are all
vain and useless.
* * * *
Those
senses lighting your mind
Have
convinced you, have tricked you
That
this virtual reality is real.
How
easy it was.
* * * *
There
is nothing to grasp,
Nothing
that cannot be grasped.
* * * *
Give in
till you puke,
Or
abstain until you blow a fuse.
It
makes no difference.
* * * *
When
that valuable vase
Leaves
the mantle for the floor,
The
most arduous trick is to have let it go
Long
before it journeyed into your possession.
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Trying
to capture this
Is like
clutching the wind
On a
deathly still day.
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It is
much more, yet so much less
Than
you can ever imagine.
* * * *
Ego
dissolves but the sugar remains.
* * * *
You are
that which has created all this.
* * * *
Seers
of the universal mind come and go,
Attempting
to explain in every manner imaginable
A
vision of the unseen that can never really be explained.
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Can you
feel in your body
All the
angst your mind has fabricated?
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The
differences between all duality are merely concepts.
* * * *
Look
beyond god into your own eye.
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Give no
thought where there can be none.
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Your
idols are concepts,
Images
holding you back
From
that for which you long.
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Until
you truly see that it was you who thought it,
How can
you be held in any way responsible
For
what anyone else does, thinks, or says?
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You may
believe that you are not where you ought to be,
But in
reality you are playing your role in absolute perfection.
* * * *
If your
life was to end in a few minutes,
Would
you greet it with panic or equanimity?
With
fear or courage? With resistance or
surrender?
With
regret or contentment?
* * * *
First
your environment programs you,
Then,
like any software program.
You
just keep on doing
Whatever
you do.
Free
will?
Hah!
* * * *
Can you
stop looking at god as an imagined concept,
And
instead discern its immaculate presence
Within every
particle of your being?
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Dust
your mind.
* * * *
Personality
cults get entangled
In
their idolatry of vain mortal attributes.
* * * *
How
often desire is cloaked by the word love,
For
ends which have little to do with its real nature.
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You
will have the power you need
To do
whatever it is you are doing here.
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Neither
up nor down,
Right
nor left,
In nor
out,
Over
nor under,
Behind
nor in front,
Forward
nor backward,
Around
nor through,
With
nor without,
You
are.
* * * *
It is
real and unreal,
Neither
real nor unreal,
Born of
the same nowness.
* * * *
Get
past your doubting fears.
It is
the temporal game of identity
Locked
in mayic proportion.
* * * *
Practice
detachment until you see
Dispassion
your most real nature.
* * * *
The
nobility of eternal nature abides within even
The
greatest torment, confusion, and squalor.
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What
some call original sin
Might
be better termed
Original
separation.
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What
does faith have to do with it?
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The god
you pray to is the one you create,
A
concoction of your own vain limitations.
* * * *
All
pain is the result of clinging to false identity,
A
persona, a limiting finite set of thought patterns.
* * * *
Despite
the undeniable, irrefutable reality
That
they are born of the same indivisible nature,
No two
individuals will ever witness the same universe.
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Eternal
salvation require eternal volition.
* * * *
You are
a fallen angel
With a
return ticket to godness
Anytime
you choose.
* * * *
You
will do what you need to do
Until
you need to no longer.
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The
dissolution of ego
Leaves
only what it has ever been.
* * * *
Clinging
to any dualistic notions
Is a
hellish fate of your own choosing.
* * * *
What so
many call love
Is
really only the draining suffocation
Of
personal need.
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Any
body, any form is like the protective chaff of grain
Which
eventually falls away to reveal the hardy kernel.
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This
quest is not a game of chance, it is not a gamble.
Approaching
it as one, hedging your bets, you lose.
* * * *
The
journey you are on
Ends
only when you see it never began,
And
never ends.
* * * *
There
is nothing you can do or need do
To
prove that you are the proof.
* * * *
Are god
and devil truly eternal chess players vying for human souls?
Or
merely the vain concoctions of those unable, unwilling
To come
to grips with the truth of all origins?
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The
tyranny of thought in any guise
Must be
discerned for what it is
If you
are ever to be free.
* * * *
How
arduous it is to see
That no
form is real but for time.
* * * *
How
surreal the passing of time.
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Passion
is the road to hell,
Dispassion
the key to heaven.
* * * *
Why die
a prisoner of a limited mind?
* * * *
A
relationship without mutual sovereignty
Is a
hellish exercise in conscious suffering.
* * * *
Your
fear of physical death is correlated
To your
clinging to the lies senses weave.
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All
your groveling to god will mean nothing
Until
you realize its eternal nature is within.
* * * *
Will
manifest existence ever reconcile with itself?
Not
without you.
* * * *
Ignorance
is given, wisdom earned.
* * * *
Your
eternal nature will faithfully match
All the
longing you will ever muster.
* * * *
Nothing
temporal can ever leave you complete.
* * * *
Your
resistance to totality is futile.
It is
impossible to be alienated
From
your real nature forever.
* * * *
You can
never go back,
And
forward traverses
The
chasm of nowness.
* * * *
Judgment
is denial
Of that
portion of the illusion.
* * * *
All
outcomes are written in time.
* * * *
No one
has ever started a new religion,
Just
new collusions, new dogmas.
* * * *
Even
the blackest sheep can find the way home.
* * * *
Between
the personal and the impersonal,
There
is the finest, sharpest, most indefinable edge,
A
narrow, cutting tightrope which takes great balance to tread.
* * * *
Every
manifest form, whether alive or inert,
Operates
on its own relative baseline of consciousness,
Yet all
have the same essential origin,
And
thus the same end.
* * * *
Until you
can see the interconnected nature of all that is,
You
will abide in suffering, pain, doubt and anger.
* * * *
All
psychological dependency,
No
matter the pretense asserted,
Is ever
an agent of suffering.
* * * *
The
same essence playing out in every form,
Some awakening, quickly
or slowly, to the grand view,
But most dozing through
their existence,
Oblivious to the
infinite array.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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