31 October 2013

The Return to Wonder - Chapter 282


CCLXXXII


The young ever inherit the world as it is,
And they, in turn, pass it on to the next generation however they have imbibed it,
Each playing out the grand theater as time allows.
So it goes.

* * * *
Why be concerned what any other thinks of you
When all are ultimately nothing more
Than manifest imagination?

* * * *
Love does not require decapitated flowers.

* * * *
The layers of subtlety run deep, indeed.

* * * *
The relativity is an ever-changing fact.

* * * *
Less every day.

* * * *
Masked and anonymous.

* * * *
So many ways to aggravate the mind.

* * * *
Always curious how many misdeeds can be gotten away with right in plain sight.

* * * *
Dark … dark … the Force … too dark to see.

* * * *
There has never been anything before right now.

* * * *
It either comes to you or not; no predicting who, what, where, when, why or how.

* * * *
Ponder, if you will … Field Notes of the Damned.

* * * *
God and the devil, are they really so different?

* * * *
Mother Nature can only be savaged so long before she exacts her revenge on all.

* * * *
Seeing how things work, how can life not become a simpler state of being.

* * * *
Deny the truth, and your continued suffering is assured.

* * * *
Even if no one else was ever to awaken again, it does not really matter.

* * * *
But that will not happen, now, will it?

* * * *
Pleasure and pain have a tendency
To draw even the most determined, indomitable gnanis
Back into the vain weavings of mortal faire.

* * * *
It has been there all the time.
It just takes a subtle, attentive, fearless mind,
To discern the truth of it.

* * * *
‘Tis but the vanity of masks and costumes.

* * * *
That called good, that called evil are merely temporal states of mind.
Whether serene or angry, all waves are ever of the same ocean.

* * * *
The world is a birthing ground, the world is a graveyard, all rolled into one.

* * * *
A world with a view.

* * * *
If your ancestors are watching, it is likely through your eyes.

* * * *
Do you spring from the universe, or the universe from you?
A bit of both, really.

* * * *
For whose greater good do you parley?

* * * *
Cravings lead us all down paths that wisdom distilled would likely never take again.

* * * *
To doubt, or not to doubt, that is the question.

* * * *
The worldwide Ponzi scheme is unraveling, as all imbalances of mind inevitably must.

* * * *
Do you choose make-believe or reality, fiction or truth?
The answer will be the thread of your life’s journey.

* * * *
Fooled you again.

* * * *
In how many ways desire twists and turns each and every one.

* * * *
Nothing changes all the time.

* * * *
Hard to know how to play that one.

* * * *
It is just sex, what is all the tripping about it?

* * * *
They into your mind, and you into theirs.

* * * *
Who sees you but those who know themselves.

* * * *
What need does a true skeptic have for hope?

* * * *
The curse of mortality lies in its definition.

* * * *
Rather than judge another,
Try becoming them, discern their world.
In that vision, can there be anything but compassion?

* * * *
You learned whatever you sought in one right-here-right-now or anther.

* * * *
The currents of thought are of the great sea, great spirit, great mind, you truly are.

* * * *
Discern the contentment of your own awareness.

* * * *
In order there is chaos, and in chaos, order.

* * * *
Kiss:  Keep It Simple, Stupid.

* * * *
Answered that one your Self, eh?

* * * *
When did your world begin to coalesce?

* * * *
The banquet of nothingness is an imaginary repast.

* * * *
The penchant for passion and pleasure is hard-wired.
A most challenging fact, and not easily moderated.

* * * *
The final unifying equation, simply said: You are the indivisible, witness to all creation.

* * * *
Those yet to come will rue the Eighth Day we have all played a part in creating.

* * * *
Recollection is the greatest recreation
For those rare few ready to push on
To the indivisible stillness of eternity.

* * * *
Every moment passes the same; only the state of mind changes.

* * * *
This assertion or that; what matter, really?

* * * *
Nicely done.

* * * *
Love everyone and everything if your given nature is agape.
But for the rest of us, the challenge is to at least occasionally attempt to tolerate
The seemingly countless differences we so often find provocative.

* * * *
Judgment is harsh, and for so little real reason, especially for those invoking Self.

* * * *
There are many things
You might have done differently,
But would you be where you are, right now?

* * * *
Argue your ignorance, and you will likely win.

* * * *
Discern the perfection in every step, every action, every breath, every word.

* * * *
Curious that so few find the courage to discern and awaken to the truth within.

* * * *
Much easier to hate than to love.

* * * *
It is only life. it is only death, let it come, let it go.

* * * *
Pain and pleasure tend to teach what is really important in life.

* * * *
See each individual drop of its Self, and yet as part of the same stream.

* * * *
Let us attempt to set aright our many errors.

* * * *
No need to continue playing the part once you see you are not what you thought.

* * * *
It is you who create the stars and dust between.
You who fathom the manifest in a way no other can.

* * * *
Your perfection is not what it seems in the mirror.

* * * *
Pain steeps in imagination.

* * * *
Concoct this.

* * * *
Time to unfurl the sails.

* * * *
The power of mind and body tap into the quantum origin.

* * * *
Why would it not be possible for the indivisibility
To fashion all creation from the dust of its origin?

* * * *
Being and allowing, such a simple challenge Is set before you for all time.

* * * *
There is a world to be healed, but first, physician, you must heal thy Self.

* * * *
The essential must be true for all, else it is not the truth.

* * * *
Will you remember these fleeting perceptions tomorrow?
The day after?  Or even the day after that?
Right now, ever the challenge.

* * * *
You were born with an infinite mind
That was conditioned by time and circumstance
Into the you, you think is you, but is not, never was, will never be.

* * * *
Is there anything more ludicrous, more insubstantial
Than worrying about what any Jones thinks of you?

* * * *
It is within your agape quantum presence that you will find the peace of grace.

* * * *
Steel on the inside, velvet on the outside, or is it the other way around?

* * * *
The maelstrom is underway.

* * * *
Catch up with the words.

* * * *
Necessity is not a plan.

* * * *
Your universe did not exist until you became conscious of the patterning that prevailed.

* * * *
So much to remember to forget.

* * * *
Consciousness
Is like an unstable isotope
Creating … preserving … destroying …
Simultaneously every single moment … for all time.

* * * *
The process of waking and forgetting can be very excruciating.
So challenging not to be hypnotized again and again
By the play of the senses drawing you out.

* * * *
To enjoy even the most simple things is to have achieved the highest order.

* * * *
You will take anything to the level at which you are most comfortable.

* * * *
Don’t mimic someone else; be your Self.

* * * *
Everything, so sharp, everything, so vague.

* * * *
In every time, in every space, you are.

* * * *
Learn to be amused by it, perhaps even to laugh at it, if you are able.
A fool who takes himself too seriously is less than a fool can be.

* * * *
Life, a temporal dream of consciousness, a brief flurry of imagination.
Nothingness playing out in every way upon the fumes of awareness.

* * * *
We are all nothing more than sacks of perception.

* * * *
Other than life being the mystery it is,
There has never really been a tangible point to it.
And within all of it, the amusing irony at all our vain attempts
At giving it every conceivable meaning and purpose.

* * * *
Answer me this: How is it you have never seen your face?

* * * *
Breathe in one set of moments, breathe out another … Life, ever-changing.

* * * *
Disrespect is a magnet for revenge.

* * * *
All judgment is about differences that exist in mind only.

* * * *
Light monkey, gray monkey, dark monkey; all the same monkey.

* * * *
The sins of men are many, but sin, it is nothing.

* * * *
No need to formalize that which has no form.

* * * *
Why call sex ‘making love’?  ‘Making lust’ is far more accurate.

* * * *
There appear to be many mysteries, but ultimately there is only one Mystery.

* * * *
The is-was-will-ever-be of it all.

* * * *
For consciousness to be content requires great discernment.

* * * *
No mask is bound by the part it seems to portray.

* * * *
How could it be arrogant to be what you truly are.

* * * *
From an essential mind, essential things are discerned.

* * * *
Moral compass, what is that, anyway?

* * * *
As differences are to indivisibility, illusion is to reality.

* * * *
Living for likes, is there anything more hollow?

* * * *
Aging is about compensating enough to keep moving.

* * * *
Consciousness is but a subset of awareness.

* * * *
The moment you were conceived, so was death, so why worry?

* * * *
What a thing to spend existence fending off the aloneness.

* * * *
The whole of consciousness is but a quantum-neural storm playing time.

* * * *
The shoulda, the coulda, and the woulda.

* * * *
Conditioning is all.

* * * *
Is truth about you, or are you about truth?

* * * *
All your meanings, all your purposes, are but the fantasies of vanity.

* * * *
Death is disappearing without a trace.

* * * *
The dreamer is the dream; the dream is the dreamer.

* * * *
It is delusion that hurts, not truth.

* * * *
So many of the things we call pleasurable, are they really?

* * * *
Death will happen on a day just like today.

* * * *
Suspend the animation.

* * * *
What are the vanities, power and fame and fortune, but distractions
From the source of all that is mystery, all that is unknown, all that is eternal.
The impenetrable, ineffaceable, indivisible awareness that is timelessly ever-present.


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The Return to Wonder
Field Notes from the Unknown
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
World Rights Reserved


30 October 2013

The Return to Wonder - Chapter 281


CCLXXXI


Time, with all its viscidities, must play out in the eternal,
And eternity, in time, perchance to fathom its mystery.

* * * *
Where philosophers and mystics casually dwell,
Mere mortals, at even the slightest thought, tremble.

* * * *
All creation is the vapor of light and sound.
Meaning and purpose is born of the eternal now.

* * * *
Amuse your Self however you will.

* * * *
So essentially alone.

* * * *
Zen snippets, without the Zen.

* * * *
Death waits patiently aloof for every creature great to small
To succumb to the inevitability of its well-honed blade.

* * * *
Everyone rushing this way and that, as if any of it really matters.

* * * *
You do not even begin to want to know what some people know about your pain.

* * * *
When the emperor wore no clothes,
Who could discern the truth but a child
Not yet caught in delusion’s web of collusion,
Or the sage whose mind is free of mortal claims.

* * * *
Really not much left to save, even if you could.
A most tarnished pearl, at least for the time-being.
The insects will likely make it clean and pretty again.

* * * *
Behind every mask, the same essence.
Imagination is the architect of all differences.

* * * *
Death is your closest companion.

* * * *
If you really seek heaven, you have to set aside your hell’s greatest demon: Your self.

* * * *
Drift your universe.

* * * *
You need no permission to be what you really are.

* * * *
Ignorance will out, because it is its inevitable for nature to breed exponentially.

* * * *
If you think 1984 has not happened, perhaps you should read it again.

* * * *
Last prophet? Hah! You make me laugh plenty ha-ha hard.

* * * *
That I Am is what you really are.
Any given identity is merely the imperfect,
Temporal fabrication of the mind-bound imagination.
Just another persona to play out and forget.
As imperfectly perfect as all the rest.

* * * *
Complete desperation can make for absolute courage.

* * * *
Alas, what will our poor Mother endure before we are done and gone?

* * * *
Peace is the pot of gold at desire’s fearful end.

* * * *
Become that which you were born to be.

* * * *
Make it personal, take it personal, and the world sucks you into its maelstrom.

* * * *
We seem incapable of tolerating, much less loving one another.
Or was it “Love One in another?”
So many languages, so many translations.
Never know if what is being read is what the thinker really meant.

* * * *
Everything dies, nothing dies.

* * * *
Humble roots make for strong vines.

* * * *
A very simple fact, a convenient truth.

* * * *
Endless growth is a tenuous assumption
To statisticians, historians, anthropologists,
Or anyone with a lick of common sense.

* * * *
For those believing this dreamtime is not a democracy,
Mother Nature is sure to set all misaligned visions aright.

* * * *
The world of hurt has not even really begun, and you really believe this is not hell?

* * * *
Curious, indeed.

* * * *
Forget history, this is it, right here, right now.

* * * *
Dark, dark, too dark to see, for them who have no light to be.

* * * *
Polarization reigns in so many spheres of consciousness.
Like seeks like, and the human paradigm daily grows
More divisive, more dissolute, more destructive.

* * * *
Women get together and complain about men.
Men get together and drink beer and watch football.

* * * *
Monarch or peasant, or whatever milling about between,
There is no actual difference at the essential level.
Only within the imaginary confines of the time-bound mind
Is every conceivable way and shape and form consciously fashioned.

* * * *
The mortal body is merely a temporary vehicle
In which you may, or may not, have the interest or capacity
To discern that which is far greater than the sum of all things measurable.

* * * *
Wait a second, that doesn’t make sense, either.

* * * *
Children, put away your childish thinking.

* * * *
Are you interested in reality, in truth, or merely some comfortable delusion?

* * * *
Is playing one’s own personality just another form of idolatry?

* * * *
In your world, your universe, you are the only one.

* * * *
Mediocrity at its best.

* * * *
As challenging as it may be, agape is the final discernment.

* * * *
Truth is not created by mind.
Truth creates the mind, allows the mind.
The mind can only discern truth, observe truth, be truth.
Mind cannot change or mold or wish it into any sort of alternative reality,

* * * *
Causes arre causeless, effects are effectless.

* * * *
Any given mind becomes more and more entrenched
In whatever dusty, potholed road it has cultivated
Through its course of time and circumstance.

* * * *
When you meet any given fork in the road,
The direction that calls is the next leg of the path to your fate.
When you reach the fork of ultimate reckoning,
Will you choose mortality?

* * * *
Discern the heart and mind of anything or anyone,
And you will journey far and wide to ends unknown.

* * * *
It is in absoluteness that Self reigns.

* * * *
It is all true at some point in time.

* * * *
Health of the mind-body-spirit is the only true wealth.

* * * *
You are a sovereign expression of the mystery’s ongoing genesis.

* * * *
The carved stone observes all things with complete and utter detachment.

* * * *
Idol worshippers cannot see their idolatry.

* * * *
One wonders if he was really foolish enough to do the things the book says he did.

* * * *
From the ultimate, indivisible perspective,
You created all this that you might discern your Self.
The theater with its innumerable players is of but passing concern.

* * * *
To know eternal joy, it helps to be fairly simple.

* * * *
Would you kill someone because they believed in c-sharp, not e-flat?

* * * *
To become a song of godness is the highest calling.

* * * *
Death is the great eroder of all life’s forms.

* * * *
Om … Om … Om … peace … peace … peace … settle into the tranquility.

* * * *
If you see only differences, that will be your harvest.

* * * *
To save a world that must be spent is the irony of intention toward one’s fellow other.

* * * *
There is not, has never been, nor will there ever be, any other, other than you.

* * * *
The true revolution is within.

* * * *
Remember, you only think you are.

* * * *
Same oneness, no matter how you slice it.

* * * *
For the keystone to be anchored, the arch must be complete.

* * * *
Curious that so many live in denial of the obvious reality,
That all things must change, that all things must succumb.

* * * *
Another parade, another ceremony, another ritual,
For them that cannot get enough of such things.

* * * *
Predictability draws most into one rut or another.

* * * *
Alone, sovereign, even in the largest crowd.

* * * *
When the you that is imagined dissipates,
The unmanifest infinity within will reign without.

* * * *
Ignorance does not easily tolerate the spotlight of scientific inquiry.

* * * *
You need not cling to whatever you imagine you were.
You are completely free to be what you truly are right now.

* * * *
Nada be all.

* * * *
Yes, it is that simple.

* * * *
Hey dude, be somewhat careful,
They all really, seriously believe, man,
And some will even slit your throat to prove it.

* * * *
The best place to do many things, both licit and illicit,
Can often by right out in the open where no one is looking.
It helps, of course, to be of the power color in the cultural milieu.

* * * *
Might seem pure lunacy if way more than a handful
Had not, in one way or another, written of the same thing.
It is, indeed, a scientific inquiry of the highest order.

* * * *
Being considerate, being kind, is not all that difficult
For those willing to set aside their fear and greed.

* * * *
The irony is that the more you judge others,
The more you end up judging yourself.
Judge and ye shall be judged.

* * * *
Attachment to any turf is a heady thing.

* * * *
Idolatry’s veil.

* * * *
Smoke is a great reminder of the ephemeral nature of time.

* * * *
What else could anything else be
But you in yet another myriad form.
Across the infinity, there is no other.

* * * *
Identity is the veil.
Imagination is all that keeps you
From discerning your ultimate essential nature.

* * * *
The indivisibility of manifestation is beyond grasp,
Beyond knowledge, beyond all conscious endeavors,
To own the instantaneous nature of the eternal mystery.

* * * *
To be caught up in the endless viscidities of conscious concoction,
Or discern within, that which is absolutely free, is there really a choice?

* * * *
We do not have to imagine it thus.
This is, after all, merely an experiment in free will.
It is, in reality, only a matter of time.

* * * *
Solutions often become obviously apparent when problems are given time to lie fallow

* * * *
Once upon a time,
It is rumored that kings were wise and true.
And who wrote that fairytale?

* * * *
Whose eyes will rule the world?

* * * *
How challenging to remember.
Whether a householder or a sannyasi,
The world can be a never-ending distraction.

* * * *
So many ways to suffer.

* * * *
Your world, your universe, breathe it in, breathe it out.

* * * *
Another day of watching the universe gorge upon itself.

* * * *
Shit happens.

* * * *
Have no of the god that does not exist.

* * * *
The mystery is like a matryoshka doll without the matryoshka doll.

* * * *
What a clingy thing, consciousness.

* * * *
If happens.

* * * *
How meaningless satori if you close your eye again.

* * * *
Discern the awareness where measurement means nothing.

* * **
How can that which is nothingness ever change?

* * * *
The cascade is underway.

* * * *
Naught but a dream that never really happened.

* * * *
Microscopes and telescopes are but tools, it the mind’s eye that discerns.

* * * *
Enough with the pedestals, already.

* * * *
How much is too much?

* * * *
The entire human paradigm is founded upon imaginary confabulation.

* * * *
Find your own hole.

* * * *
What is the body but a cage of flesh and bones.

* * * *
Ciao, ciao.

* * * *
It is your life; spend it how you will, if you have the courage.

* * * *
There is no knowing.

* * * *
What a passionate state of mind
Is required to intentionally injure to another
For some slight that would have been best forgotten.

* * * *
The good, the intelligent, the wise, are not easily disguised.

* * * *
How is it that politicians do not seem to have gleaned anything
From so many historical attempts to deny the masses
Their innumerable hedonistic pleasures?
Make something illegal
And the resulting black markets
Can, indeed, quickly become dark, toxic webs,
To those harboring little ill will, to those least deserving harm.


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The Return to Wonder
Field Notes from the Unknown
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
World Rights Reserved