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Once you curmudgeonize,
There is little hope
Of mustering the energy
For a bright, cheery
cheerleader role.
* * * *
Mad
enough to believe anything possible.
* * * *
Suffering
is a great eyewash.
* * * *
You
cannot see what you cannot discern.
* * * *
The
mountains of innocence are too quickly lost
That
each must by much effort and sorrow
Try so
hard to effortlessly regain.
* * * *
Suffering
sculpts wisdom.
* * * *
Words
tear us apart.
Perhaps
better so much
Be left
unsaid.
* * * *
You are
players in my theater
And I
in yours.
Welcome
and fare-thee-well.
* * * *
There
is great beauty and horror
In this
bountiful theater manifest design.
None of
it can touch you without your consent.
* * * *
Each
moment is an intricate sand painting,
Which you
are challenged to forever wipe away.
* * * *
In
ancient times the thoughts born of insight were often sought
To
clearly resolve issues for the communal good of all concerned.
To not
esteem sages offering their experience, judgment and wisdom
Shows
how far we have meandered from common sense in daily existence.
* * * *
Children,
shrieking in playful joy,
Flee
the onslaught of the ocean waves,
Never
even conceiving that someday
They
might return to embrace them.
* * * *
These
words are not for window-shopping tourists,
But for
sojourners questing their eternal birthright.
* * * *
In your
brief dream of time, you, and you alone,
Must
discern that filament of awareness
That is
timeless, pure and free.
* * * *
The
ocean is blind to your vanity and suffering.
You
must reconcile with it, not it with you.
* * * *
The
trail may be easier if you have a guide,
But
would you have savored so much suffering
If you
had not done it alone?
* * * *
New age
implies old age
And how
can either be
When it
has ever been ageless?
* * * *
Your
presence contributes
To the
rewriting of the script
Humanity
has up to now played.
* * * *
Dress
wisdom in whatever
Costume,
language or mythos you like,
It ever
washes out the same.
* * * *
You
must master the many temptations
This
sojourn through time every moment offers,
Before
you can truly grasp the eternal key
To the
heaven that has always been.
* * * *
At some
point the greater whole, the greater good of all,
Must be
discerned by those who are capable
Of such
a relatively simple task.
* * * *
An
introspective, insightful eye is vital,
One
which sees what is true and what is not,
And
sheds the latter to whatever degree is possible.
* * * *
Watch
your attempts to create, intentionally or not,
Envy in
both friends and enemies alike.
The
path to glory is desolate and meaningless.
* * * *
The
rashness of youth is tempered with age.
The
young should seek wise counsel
Of
those who see a larger view,
If that
view is not of a tyrannical mold.
* * * *
How
much of your daily life
Is
spent pursuing your many vanities
And
succumbing to your ceaseless insecurities?
* * * *
Prophets
wait patiently with stylus in hand
For
insight to issue through the mind onto paper.
You
must be very open and clear to find your true voice.
* * * *
Cynicism
and pessimism are the anger
Common
sense must endure when this world is witnessed.
Use
them as levers to pry your consciousness into its unmanifest potential.
* * * *
Outward
piety is a show which fools only the undiscerning.
Hypocrisy
is like an empty shell, a wormy husk
In
which there is no room for heaven.
* * * *
To own
property, animals, plants or another,
What is
the point? What is this urge to possess?
* * * *
Why be
overly concerned for your survival
When
your life was given in the first place?
* * * *
Whether
to create your own prime directive
Or
surrender it over to godness,
That is
free will.
* * * *
No
matter how many times doubt
Plays
its countless inevitable riddles,
The
door home will never be locked.
* * * *
Surely,
even the hardest heart must see
The
smallest flicker of the eternal,
The
slightest bit of inner light
Which
ever shadows the self-deceit
To
which each must inevitably answer.
* * * *
Never
let the priests, politicians and lawyers
Baffle
you into believing they are necessary
For the
reclamation of your eternal birthright.
* * * *
Is it
necessary to tell someone you love them?
If your
love is real it is in every expression and action.
It
exudes from the core and fiber of your very being.
* * * *
The
subtlety of consciousness in the manufacture of identity
Weaves
the fabric so finely that it is incredibly arduous to clearly discern
Its
ultimate source never was the you, you believed it to be.
* * * *
If you
believe you are practicing real religion
By
tithing to some edifice and its resident holy man,
You
sell yourself on the seaward end of the rotting plank.
That
many are satisfied with the trappings of religion
Are the
surest proof that all organized attempts
Are as
meaningless a meaningless can be.
* * * *
Integrity
is integration with the largest picture.
* * * *
The
best way to make your peace with god
Is to
become godlike.
* * * *
The
wealth of heaven has nothing to do
With
any earth-bound visions.
* * * *
Your
concern over past lives
Is just
more of the same old vanity.
* * * *
Even
with great practice it takes a lifetime
To
surrender totally to totality.
* * * *
So much
of what is called spirituality
Is
immature pretense with little substance.
* * * *
Those
who hold to outward laws and dogmatic principles
Live
earthly lives, never having the courage
To tack
their own course home.
* * * *
Just
because sun, moon and earth cycle round and round,
Does
not make time real.
* * * *
Discern
the word and share it in whatever way you will.
* * * *
Discounting
another human being or life form
Discounts
you as well.
* * * *
Paying
to hear the truth?
To
pretend that which is ever denied?
Such
scams we mortals do endlessly entertain.
* * * *
If you
think heaven is a members only club,
Go to
the end of the line.
* * * *
Organized
religion is often systemized groupthink
Which
ever blocks real spirituality's blossom
In its
denial of godness dormant within.
* * * *
History's
subjugation of now proves again and again
To be
an unsought travesty upon innocent minds.
* * * *
The
depths which you may go
Can be
deep, dark and isolating,
Depending
how resistant your ego,
How
hard the shell you have built round yourself.
For
some the return home may be the most natural thing.
For
others the journey may well traverse the brink of physical death.
* * * *
Have
you truly ever known an evil
That
was not the concoction of some mortal mind?
* * * *
The
blind remain blind
Until
they have the discernment to see.
* * * *
What
fools we mortals be
To
tarry in this dream we cannot see.
* * * *
When
once you own this mystery jaunt,
You,
too, will share a hue or two.
* * * *
There
are none above you, none below you.
All
distinctions are born of personality, not reality.
* * * *
It is
whatever you choose to see
For
that is the dreamy nature
Of this
mirage of playful light.
* * * *
Alas,
attachment to non-attachment
Can
spin a web equally binding.
* * * *
Humanity
will pay a merry price
For the
imbalance its separation has wrought.
* * * *
Vanity
comes in every imaginable form.
Even denial
of vanity can be a covert exercise.
* * * *
How is
it that we have so much resistance to realizing
That
deep down we are cousins even with the most simple life forms?
* * * *
To
ceaselessly argue limiting self-absorbed viewpoints
Is what
lemmings do as they rush toward the cliffs.
* * * *
Even
the most ambitious wind
Must
return to stillness to catch its breath.
* * * *
Discern
the wisdom of the ages,
And the
unmanifest comes to fruition
At
whatever pace the dream allows.
* * * *
In this
busy world focusing ever more intently on specialization,
We have
placed the wisdom of generalists on the shelf.
The
result is many trees and no forests.
* * * *
When
seen through the personal eye,
The
body is an identity with many attachments.
When
seen through the impersonal eye,
It is
just another clay container,
A
vessel in which godness witnesses.
* * * *
Do you
believe the dust which all of us are
Has any
loyalty to the forms into which it is made?
* * * *
How
easy to spot the other guy's vanity.
* * * *
The way
our species has chosen to live,
The
population, technology and conflicts,
Does
not take into account the 40,000
Or more
generations that could follow us.
* * * *
It has
become so insane in certain arenas
That
you no longer have time to turn the other cheek.
* * * *
Everything
is arbitrary.
Everything is
assumption.
Everything is whatever.
* * * *
Any
given seed is but a pattern, a blueprint,
An offering of
potential to the dreaming of time.
* * * *
The
elixir of pure, unfiltered awareness,
Untainted by the
gusting winds of consciousness
Is the only real
salvation in this theater of manifestation.
* * * *
The
state of the world is a natural consequence
Of the synergy of our
all our imaginary interactions.
It has nothing to do
with any plan, any conspiracy
Concocted by any god,
any gods, any demons.
It is we alone who have
created our destiny.
* * * *
If
excellence is your inclination,
Being immersed in a
culture of mediocrity
Is more than a little
challenging.
* * * *
No
one is going save you
Because there’s nothing
to save.
The essence that is
real and true, is immortal.
What you are, is what
you have always been, and will ever be.
How can that which was
never born ever die?
* * * *
The
vast theater of time and space
Is the illusion of the
given sensory vehicle.
Created to witness the
infinite, mysterious unknown,
It is, without a
question to answer.
* * * *
What
a jewel this world must have been
Before our kind climbed
to dominance.
* * * *
To
challenge your fear, to understand your fear
You must not be afraid
to fear.
* * * *
Heaven
and hell are states of mind.
In heaven you can be in
hell,
And in hell, in heaven.
* * * *
To
be at peace,
You must be ready for
peace.
You must be done with
the war within your mind.
The duality must cease
and desist.
Eternity must reign.
* * * *
What
doesn’t kill you today
May well take another
stab at it tomorrow.
* * * *
All
the idealism is the world means squat
Unless everyone decides
to make it happen.
* * * *
Hard
to keep caring about something
That just ain’t never
going to get fixed.
* * * *
A
culture that doesn’t make
A sound investment in
its young
Has no vision for its
future.
* * * *
Any
given fate is a sculpture
Carved in every moment
All fates are already
written
In the vast eternal framelessness.
* * * *
Challenging
to play out any given part
And inwardly be
anonymous.
* * * *
The
mind is an assumption.
* * * *
It’s
only money, it’s only stuff, it’s only life.
* * * *
Observations,
within and without.
* * * *
A
breath is far more valuable
Than all the wealth in
the world.
* * * *
Don’t
start a fight you can’t finish,
And finish any fight
you didn’t start.
* * * *
No
religion
Anywhere in this world
Has any more spiritual
authority
Than any other geographic
assumption.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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