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Why is it that humankind seems incapable of greater awareness?
Will the seed of the fall from Eden’s grace ever blossom into consciousness?
Certainly questions well beyond the scope of this temporal window,
Though the seed to that potential is ever the same now.
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You are the same mystery of which earthquakes, hurricanes, lightning,
Volcanoes, supernovas, quasars, black holes, and big bangs are made.
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Seekers of truth are like moths to a flame, their destiny oblivion.
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King or pawn, both just pieces on a quantum board.
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There is always a choice, unless there is not.
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Vanity blinds you to your true essence.
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Wrest your soul from delusion.
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You are whatever the weaving spins.
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Desire and fear often meander unleashed
When there is a lack of full, calm breathing,
And a busy mind that cannot contain its Self.
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You are the manifest way, absoluteness witnessing its Self.
You are the dreamtime experiencing, the totality functioning.
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Science, as so many discern it, is the ultimate expression of dualistic notion.
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Be as fluid as water is to cloud is to rain is to ice; each has its time, ever the same.
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Like and dislike, pain and pleasure, male and female, white and black, true and false,
All sides of the same coin created by dreamers locked in memes of dualistic notion.
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Consciousness is an indivisible spectrum of imaginary degrees of separation.
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How many times have you been aware that what you were witnessing
Did not seem important or meaningful, but went along with anyway?
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As this awareness consumes more of your wakeful state,
You will find your Self practicing mindfulness naturally.
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The fountain of youth is the eternal spring within.
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And what headlines will there be tomorrow?
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Do you think isness, godness, nowness,
Uses the same clay recipe every genesis?
Who-what-where-when-why-how is asking?
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Idealism springs from a wellspring of intentions,
But is ever contained by the boundaries of ignorance.
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After a certain point, it is almost wearingly, laughingly absurd
To have to continually deal with the inanities of the mind-body.
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Everything you think you know: every memory, every belief, every opinion,
Is a temporal fabrication, a dream whose reality can never ultimately be proven.
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Your mind-identity is a perceived record patterned by the relative etchings of time.
All dissolve into dreamy insignificance once you as witness are timelessly witnessed.
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True religion is much more than regurgitating some historic dogmatic notion,
That is really no more real and true now than it was in the way-back-when.
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Taking life too seriously can be painful for you and everyone around you.
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All who have ever or will ever see this dream for what it is
Have been along different points of the same indivisibility.
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When karma as concept no longer concerns you,
You let it fall as it will, oblivious to where it lands.
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The first and last question is who are you?
Once answered, what need for more?
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Godness has no name, why do you?
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Wisdom is the distillation of experience.
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Diluted, conditional, word-only love,
Is akin to settling for flakes of false gold
Drifting in the bottom of thick, muddy water.
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How can you really believe any of your adversaries real?
All for such vain reasons you will find the fingers counting.
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What is behind any mask, any façade, but what you yourself imagine?
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Mindfulness is anticipating the rippling impact
Of who and what and where and when and why and how you place your feet.
Walk as harmlessly or harmfully as the situation merits.
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The desire for endless amusement is a mindless yellow brick road of distraction.
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Sweep out the fear of death, the fear of oblivion, the fear of no longer being.
There is nothing to dread, nothing to avoid, but what imagination concocts.
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Discover what it is to live effortlessly; give yourself over to spontaneity.
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With these words your termination as imagined identity is sought.
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Tarry as you will with the delusional when it amuses you,
Always remembering that all that reflected ignorance
Creates the opportunity to apprehend your own.
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Who can lead you to this but your Self?
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Most suffering is self-imposed.
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Hard to win a bet against ignorance.
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What weight humankind gives to banality.
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How much do you allow what you say or do
To hinge upon what you imagine others think?
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Personality is the reaction to time-bound circumstance.
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Love the awareness you are, your Self, in the truest sense.
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Toss out the buddhas and christs, and all the other idolatries you mimic
They impede your discerning, owning, what it was they were pointing out.
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Possessing or controlling another is in no way, no shape, no form, an exhibition of love.
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You are That I Am, which is born again and again anew, each and every moment.
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Those rare beings who discover the false separation of the universe within,
Free themselves of all binds in the realm of conscious awareness.
Through their eternal freedom heaven opens to the manifest.
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Others define you, as you do them, by the role they imagine you play.
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Regarding inner exploration with the aid of drugs,
Just be aware that once any jaunt begins,
There is no getting off until it ends.
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Do you treat others as you wish to be treated?
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Duality is a fabrication of consciousness.
In reality, there can be only oneness:
All-pervading, all-knowing, ever-present.
The all-in-one-one-in-all quantum awareness.
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Why do you play the continuity game?
Perhaps because it is more beguiling to dream
Than to awaken to indivisibility’s unrestrained rainbow.
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Commune casually with others of like-mindedness,
But be wary of the resolute tendency many minds have
To fabricate continuity, tradition, ritual, symbol, and dogma.
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Prior to all diversity across the universe, there is only one awareness.
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It all becomes so clearly obvious that you wonder that it took so long to see it.
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Immortality is yours for the questing, but do you really want to be free of earthly chains?
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At the end of your brief time-bound life, will you wonder if it ever happened?
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The body generally forgets the pains of injuries once they have healed,
But the mind born of imagination ever clings to that which it fabricates.
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If you understand science and its methodology,
You know it has been proven beyond all doubt that all is one,
And that you are an equal part of that oneness,
Witness to its eternal mystery.
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Through thought and deed, the mystery is discerned.
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An immunization against that which ails ye.
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Agape knoweth no bounds.
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Sticks and stones break bones.
Words injure if you give them weight.
What hurts, however, is entirely imagined.
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You believe you must function a certain way,
Largely through your own imaginary assumptions.
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Why identify yourself at all? Why crimp the immeasurable?
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To survive in this world, it is the nature of the manifest beast
That everyone born must come up with one dodge or another.
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Each and every one a shard of imagination’s play of consciousness.
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Behaving in a holier-than-thou manner generally proves very clearly you are not.
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A surveying recap of the human condition finds such gratuitous suffering,
All springing from the unceasing dearth of insight presently manifested.
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Realize you are the central focus of your worldly dreamtime creation.
Open up to the fact that every other life form on this planet
Witnesses this conundrum exactly the same way.
Respect the sovereignty inherent in all.
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Through contrasts, the whole is revealed.
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Home is where the heart is.
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Dwell in oblivion's fount.
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Love knoweth no bounds.
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To want nothing, to fear nothing,
To be open to all in heart and mind,
To be that love which is wholly selfless,
That is agape.
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Fear is the knife that cuts at the mind and heart.
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Consciousness requires your presence to meander willy-nilly
Whoever-whatever-wherever-whenever-whyever-however it wills,
But you, source of all that is, all that is not, requires absolutely nothing.
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Be of good cheer at the demise of your identification with the body-mind.
You are at last eternally free of the many constraints of human concoction.
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To be eternally reborn, to never perish again, you must die to what never was.
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The human paradigm is akin to bubbles on the surface of a crashing wave.
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What is all this collecting, all this accumulation, all this greed, anyway?
This relentless gorging of the mind with every variety of trivial pursuit.
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Dogmatic insistence on anything should be scrutinized closely.
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What is any existence but a conditioned projection,
Every moment translated by the filters of consciousness,
To which you are hypnotized into being so attached.
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It is what it is, take it or leave it, into the fires of fate.
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Just because you can does not mean you must.
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Have you ever really made anything happen?
Or is that merely the fallacy of imagination’s ego?
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However any life form great or small may sense it,
It is ever the same quantum matrix playing its magic.
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Is there any demon that does not, in some deep, hidden recess,
Have even a spot, a spark, of goodness, perchance compassion?
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There is no need to follow any personality, or join any group.
Freedom is for each alone to realize and preserve.
Those who would deprive your birthright
Are better left in the streaming dreamtime wake.
To give undo significance to any in denial of your autonomy
Is to deprive your Self the unique opportunity of this mystery-given lifetime.
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Again and again, moderation and balance are important keys to clear, sane living.
If you insist on excessiveness, error in favor of the awareness, the unknowable within.
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That which in the prime of youth, you thought you knew so well,
Is in the many moments since, so challenging to more than vaguely recall.
So many names and faces and places, so many experiences,
Such an array of lifetimes, in just this one.
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What is this world, this universe, this grand mystery,
But a quantum theater born of senses and mind.
Like cotton candy spun of sugary nothingness.
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Challenging to play your self and your Self, too.
To eat your cake, or not to eat your cake,
That is, indeed, the question.
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So much gibberish.
Be done with it.
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Consciousness will play out
As consciousness will play out.
The mystery is unconcerned.
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To believe you are anything less than the entirety
Is the endlessly foolish arrogance of consciousness,
Of imagination subscribing to its own absurdities.
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Your quality of mind and self-expression,
The mixture of arrogance and humility you exhibit,
Will be reflected by the many mirrors you set before yourself.
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To awaken to all the mind's ceaseless fabrications
To be deluded no longer by the imaginings of desire and fear,
The irony of how seriously you have taken yourself becomes Self-apparent.
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How easy it is to fall into a descending spiral of self-pity over one’s lot in life.
To stay strong, to stand tall in the bittersweet winds of fate, is ever a challenge.
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Somewhere along the line, all learn to fear; the challenge is to somehow transcend it.
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Always remember who-what-where-when-why-how you really are, and are not.
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Everyone behaves the way they do for exactly the same reasons as you.
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Life is an adventure to which security is a necessary impediment.
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If you are going to feel guilty about something,
Probably best not to do it in the first place.
“Know thy Self” is always good policy.
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Every life form has a unique vision
For the universe, into which they are,
From the formlessness, made manifest.
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The next game show: Name That Meme.
And a t-shirt to match: What’s Your Meme?
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The ancient world that is all life’s foundation,
Did not necessarily arrive at this moment in time
Through political correctness or ethical consideration.
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There is ultimately nothing for which you need be forgiven.
You did not ask to be here; there is no need to pray for more.
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Real strength, real power, real knowing, is an inner confidence
That does not require effort or show; a sword only drawn as needed.
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The unknown pervades all.
You are the mystery; the mystery is you.
That which is known is but a bubble of imaginary notion,
A dreamtime play of consciousness, nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
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The Return to Wonder
Field Notes from the Unknown
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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