VII
Once upon a moment all things great and small abided in natural harmony.
And then knowledge was plucked, identification was rendered,
And the garden was enslaved by consciousness.
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At some point in your investigation of this pathless mystery
You must set aside all teachers and teachings
And fish by your own light.
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Maya is a spider, and the web is your mind.
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To realize that you are the song of isness
Is life's ultimate raison d'être.
The rest is fluff.
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Why force yourself?
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Imagination can have it all.
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Best to avoid using the word love
Unless you have the wit and wisdom
To baptize it in the purity of agape.
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The point of these words
Is to fan the fire of absoluteness,
The hidden reality and all you truly are,
Until sovereignty rages your identity into ashes
And the phoenix of pure awareness is all that remains.
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How passionately so many deluded souls believe the outward world,
The world of wealth, power, status, knowledge, possessions, bring about happiness,
When right relationship with one’s Self is its one and only true source.
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Pure awareness does not differentiate sex, race, color, culture, creed or nationality.
That is nothing more than the capricious play of manifest human consciousness.
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If you spend your time debating whether this or that religion,
Whether this or that philosophy, is right or wrong, best or worst, good or bad,
Then you have really missed the essential point and purpose,
And own nothing but a mind of empty words.
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Anyone claiming to be an intermediary of truth is a fraud.
All are portals, all have free and equal access
To the source of their beingness.
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It is the ever-evolving comprehension
Of what complete surrender of identity signifies
That will get you as near as any mind can
To still pool of awareness you are.
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Differentiation, separation and judgment
Are for those on illusory paths to glory.
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Real freedom is not of a political nature.
No mythos will ever free you.
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Regarding the assorted voices
And lightshows of ethereal entities,
There comes a point when you discern
They also are just illusions of the same dream
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Embrace it or deny it, you are connected to all that is.
Whether you love, hate, or are indifferent to it, it is all you,
And you are here now for as long as the given container allows.
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What to do with history and its countless mythologies born of time and circumstance.
Every language, every tradition, every ceremony, every symbol, imaginable.
The freest spirits throw off the yoke of even being a human being.
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Cut a pie into however many pieces you might, the slices will ever total one.
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All notions, all fabrications, of the imaginary me, myself, and I,
Whether as an individual, a couple, a family, a tribe, or a nation-state,
Are constant companions, stalwart allies, of desire and fear,
Shadow-dancing toward some illusory security.
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Is there even one ephemeral moment, one instantaneous here-now,
That can ever be truly experienced as anything more
Than a time-bound perception?
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Drugs in themselves are really not the problem.
Using them moderately, for right purpose, is the key.
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If you try to make these words into law,
You do yourself and others great disservice.
They should be used merely to unlock your own.
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Any attempt to fill the void is futile
And only prolongs unnecessary suffering.
Aloneness should be savored like premium wine.
Learning to waft in your eternal vintage is the challenge.
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You were the original nature before your manifest genesis.
Since then, the conditioning of geographic collusions
Have denied you the awareness of that impersonal reality.
It is a challenging calling to discern and return to your birthright.
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Who is the knower who knows? Who is the dreamer who dreams?
Who else can it be but the one and only you from whom all who’s who.
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So many try to change themselves into someone else’s ideal.
See the complete falseness of trying to duplicate anyone else's journey.
This discernment of the awareness, this insight into the eternal, cannot be imitated.
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It takes a great deal of discerning courage
To be vulnerable, unconditional, intelligent, content, total,
To allow no phenomena to deter opening your heart and mind to eternity.
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Words are only concepts, and concepts have no ultimate reality, whatsoever.
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There is really no river to cross, nor ocean into which to merge.
The original nature is on both banks, and all shores,
And above and below, within and without,
Each and every point, as well.
The quantum matrix knows no other.
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Call it what you will, do with it what you will,
All any seeker can really do in this immeasurable mystery
Is grapple with imagination’s endless permutations,
Until they become aware of the awareness,
And at long last set themselves free.
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Travel as far as the farthest reaches allow,
That which is absolute, that which is eternal,
Is ever the space prior to all imaginary pursuit.
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In the quest of your eternal nature,
There is no good-old-boy authority network.
You are the soul author of your dreamtime universe.
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Question everything.
Tear every assumption to pieces.
Only total revolution within can free your spirit
From the whatever conditioning the world has chained you.
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To be ensnared in the web of identity is unequivocal misery.
To believe the temporal mind-body personality real and lasting,
What an arbitrary, confining impingement upon the eternal spirit.
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Parables in most every tradition point to the ultimate absolute nature
Yet most only hear the tale, and miss entirely the mystery of the lesson.
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To discern, to know, without doubt, that you are indivisibly one
With all that is, all that has ever been, and all that will ever be,
Is not, if you have the discerning wit, something to be missed.
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Mind can be a torturous prison, or the wings to freedom.
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What is the truth?
Nothing you can ever know.
But whatever it may be, or may not be,
You are, as well.
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If you ever truly love one thing,
Then you will love it all.
It is not a choice.
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There is nothing to know.
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What a hoax all mythos is.
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To want nothing from the dream,
To be serenely content to merely be it,
Is about as real as you can be.
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Do not abide the religious pharisees.
Listen and watch and learn only from those
Who point back to you, and ask nothing in return.
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Dissatisfaction is encouraged to insure cultural continuity.
Would-could any society long survive if people were content?
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Blessed are the peacemakers, for they dwell in heaven’s potential.
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To see the relativity of it all is an opportunity to abide in great serenity, even joy.
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Know that wherever you may go, whatever you may do, that you are unity manifest.
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Those entering their natural state follow no one: They are lights unto themselves.
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In the relativity of all manifestation, discern that thread of totality.
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You must die as identity to discern the essential nature.
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So much suffering caused by the fruit of knowledge,
Yet how much anyone can ever really know
Makes a thimble look large.
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In chaos there is order; in order, chaos.
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The youness you are, is as real as it gets.
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You are a bag of bones in appearance only.
Your reality is beyond all words and bounds.
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Liberation awaits you in the conscious awareness
Of the indivisible quantum state prior to all creation.
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A real teacher empowers you to do your own fishing.
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There is absolutely nothing you can really ever truly know
Except the myriad assumptions your mind in time creates.
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There are no rewards in heaven but what you yourself fabricate.
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Do not deny, do not doubt, the quantum nature, the quantum matrix, you truly are.
Call it divine, call it god, call it what is, call it whatever, the words do not matter.
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The world needs fewer messiahs and gurus,
And more pedestrians walking freely in the day-to-day mundane.
Wood-choppers and water-carriers, so to speak.
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The mind's greatest desire is to attain complete security,
And the endless craving to know unanswerable answers
Is a perpetual, gnawing part of that vain and futile quest.
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Without that sense of past and projection of future,
Without all those neuron trails fabricating identity,
Where would all the suffering caper and cavort?
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Your eyes tell me that I am you and you are me.
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Your original state is absolutely free.
Are you absolute yet?
When will you be, if not now?
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Love your Self, there is no other.
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You are a holograph of isness.
Everything isness is, everything it is not,
Is discernable within the awareness “you” truly are.
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When you own this awareness,
You can look closely at any manifestation,
And comprehend its patterning, its rhyme and reason.
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If you need approval or sanction from any authority figure,
Then, alas, alas, you still have a ways to go before you let go.
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Many across time, across space have freed themselves, but what of it, if you have not.
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Surrender all you think you are, and what is left is the harmony of eternity.
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You are the indivisible absoluteness prior to consciousness.
Detachment from mind and body is the means to liberation.
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There may or may not be a supreme being, a personal god,
But even if there is, it is also of the same clay as you.
Absoluteness is the common denominator of all.
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Carnivore, omnivore, herbivore, are all equally absolute.
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To reside in the original nature is as simple as it gets.
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If you cannot soar outwardly, at least so do within.
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Imitating another's timeless experiencing is impossible.
You must witness your own universe completely alone.
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The length of any given moment
Is so infinitesimal as to have never been.
There could be at least a trillion trillions in any given blink.
If you were counting, that is.
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The countless masks of manifestation are difficult to disbelieve.
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The god or gods the mind projects are but fabrications of imagination.
Godness is the awareness prior to all combobulations of consciousness.
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There is nothing before everything, nothing during everything, nothing after everything.
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You must be dragon enough to wrest the pearl of absoluteness from the dragon.
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Curious how the most obvious things are often the last to be seen.
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There is a serenity within all who allow their minds to grow still.
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Flickers of a fading dream, death on the looming horizon.
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You never know what jewels or coal will come your way
In the indivisible serendipities of the given day-to-day.
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You are already it, your only task, to discern it, to own it.
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From nothingness to nothingness,
The manifest journey between naught but imagination,
And death before dying the only release.
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Freedom is a function of the strength and courage of spirit.
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Discern that which is prior to all assumption, all speculation.
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It is the nature of ambition to make process a sacrifice to time.
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Whatever grabs your attention is the tether to the sensory play.
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Any given frame of the whirling kaleidoscope is the same as any other.
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As long as you depend on the sanction of others, you will never be truly free.
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In the destruction of Eden, we are all complicit in one way or another.
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Through consciousness, the awareness timelessly witnesses all.
Discern and surrender to the quantum essence,
That which you indivisibly are.
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What have you really given your child if it does not include
Discipline, fortitude, resourcefulness, gumption, and grit?
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Evaporate the wind-blown clouds of consciousness
That swirl through the awareness you truly are.
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Even nothing does not matter.
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Memes rule.
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There is no law but One.
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Be as Self-ish as you please.
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You are, indeed, a quantum fool.
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Without you to witness your version of the play,
How else, pray tell, would we entertain our Self?
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Best never to presume you know another’s mind,
Without figuring out what is going on in yours first.
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If you know pain, you likely know fear, and what weaves pain
But the conditioned mind that clings to its imaginary universe.
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You are in it, it is in you, the drop is not separate from the ocean.
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The Return to Wonder
Field Notes from the Unknown
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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