CCLXVI
Unless you delight in chaos and suffering
On a level humankind has as yet never
experienced,
Count yourself lucky if you pass on peacefully
before the great fall.
* * * *
All things are but finite apparitions
In the infinity of totality's eternity.
* * * *
You are the only one
Who has ever witnessed the dream
In quite the way you do.
* * * *
Wander, wander.
Putter, putter.
* * * *
Fame, power and wealth
Are grandest from envy afar.
* * * *
Every ripple finds a shore.
* * * *
Reality, in the same moment,
The least common denominator,
The greatest common denominator.
* * * *
The owner may not appreciate
The bird, gopher or sundry other tidbit,
But it's what the cat has to offer.
* * * *
All contexts boil down to one now or another.
* * * *
It does not matter who comes up with the best
idea.
All that matters is the idea, and what it will
bring about.
* * * *
Whether others see it or not is really of no
concern.
That you have discerned it is enough for any
witness.
* * * *
A slice of that apple pie, no matter how it's
diced,
Ain't ever really separate from the rest of the
pie.
* * * *
The passivity of vulnerability gets you nowhere.
* * * *
What proof is there that good and evil are
anything more
Than vain, superstitious, absurd concoctions
Born of human imagination.
* * * *
Still on the lookout for ET,
The Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny
Santa Claus, Sasquatch, Harvey and Jesus.
* * * *
Etchings of yet another mind
Snared by the vision of totality.
* * * *
To some,
It may be doomy,
It may well even be gloomy,
But for those who see,
It is quite simply
Reality.
* * * *
The irony is how many usurp the words
Without even beginning to comprehend their true
meaning.
The literal-minded are misspent in their
limitation.
* * * *
Humankind is a natural force,
A part of the indivisible movement of all
creation.
To believe there is for even one moment any
point of separation
Is complete and utter delusion.
* * * *
If the reader's literary filter is too
high-minded
To appreciate the mundane verbosity
Of this aphoristic style,
Then carry on missing the point entirely.
* * * *
It is a matrix of infinite proportion.
* * * *
Any given life is a fated die role
That carries each of us down many paths,
Through innumerable adventures,
To the same conclusion.
* * * *
What matters where lies the grave
When eternity is your home.
* * * *
Every moment a bit closer
To the end of all beginnings.
* * * *
Who is the face behind the mirror.
* * * *
Wisdom is a hard-earned edge.
* * * *
Wisdom is earned by fools
Who have guilelessly wandered
Through the many trials of many trails.
* * * *
Serve the dream in whatever way you are called.
* * * *
God is merely one of the countless inventions of
fear.
* * * *
Alas, you are too enamored of your own vanity to
give attention to mine.
And I, in return, am too much the same in mine
to give attention to yours.
So, the game is afoot.
* * * *
Some day your bones will be a maze for worms.
* * * *
Youth wander naively innocent
Where their elders long ago tread.
* * * *
Let us not pretend any longer
That we are in any way, shape or form
Separate from what it truly is,
From what we truly are.
* * * *
So tiring, all this inanity
To which one is subjected
Day after day after day.
* * * *
The mind is the surfer of eternity
Atop imagination's wave of time.
* * * *
A little something
About nothing,
For what it's worth.
* * * *
You are the only one,
But you are not the only one
Who has discerned it.
* * * *
Swimming alone in the deep end, again.
* * * *
The masks of youthful innocence
Are etched by the harshness
Of the existence endured.
* * * *
Unwonted destruction creates an unwanted world.
* * * *
You are characters in my play, and I in yours.
A strange, mysterious thing this witnessing.
* * * *
You needn’t travel far to be here now.
* * * *
Even just one moment is enough
To discern the infinity of totality.
* * * *
Immortality is yours for the seeing.
* * * *
To gain power, fame or
wealth,
You must either earn
it,
Or steal it.
* * * *
Just another anonymous face.
* * * *
All purpose and meaning is a fabrication
Of humankind’s vain imagination.
* * * *
Not what the world of
men
Wants to hear at this
point in time.
Alas, the fields of
Armageddon
Will be awash in the
blood
Of pride’s martyrdom.
* * * *
Anything that is fear-based in its assertion
Is not worth the bread upon which it is
buttered.
* * * *
Odds are Jesus, Buddha,
Krishna,
Or any of the
innumerable other awakened souls,
Could sit next to you
in a classroom, coffee shop or bus station,
And you would not see
them because you cannot hear what they have to say.
* * * *
Any given body can only
take so much life.
* * * *
There are far lesser
ways to be mad
Than that madness which
is divine.
* * * *
Doubt carries you to the final frontier.
* * * *
It isn’t the first
time,
And it probably won’t
be the last.
* * * *
Reality is evidently not exactly
What the masses have in mind.
* * * *
Give the play of time
its due,
And the rest to
eternity.
* * * *
Dispassion is the key
to immortality.
* * * *
Just setting your Self
free
Of the yoke of
imagination.
* * * *
We’re all living on
borrowed time.
Do you kill it, or it
you?
* * * *
Stepping into the
future.
* * * *
It is not me or you.
It is me and you,
And all of them, too.
* * * *
The great aloneness
grows daily deeper.
* * * *
A few flashes of memory
to while away the time.
* * * *
Saving the world one
bullet at a time.
* * * *
Enough already.
* * * *
A letter from the
editor.
* * * *
We all fall into our
fates.
* * * *
Go away, kid, ya bother
me.
* * * *
Certainly have painted
ourselves
Into a magnificent
corner, eh what?
* * * *
‘Tis but vanity which
keeps eternity at bay.
* * * *
The dream of nothing.
* * * *
It’s windy at the
bottom of the sea.
* * * *
You are this moment
reborn.
* * * *
Before all befores, after
all afters, during all durings,
You are.
* * * *
Nobody knows me but
they who know them Selves.
* * * *
You think by getting to
agree with your view really matters?
* * * *
What is the divine but
an unassuming realization
Of the absolute
indivisibility of the eternal,
From the smallest shard
of sand
To the farthest reaches
of the universe.
* * * *
The blank stares of
young gaming minds
Dreaming in the virtual
reality
Of virtual reality.
* * * *
You can only measure so
far.
* * * *
Time is the smoke of
imagination.
* * * *
You remember who you
are … now.
* * * *
If you hadn't been
born,
You would never know
To rejoice or regret
it.
* * * *
Toying with history, one
aphorism at a time.
* * * *
The mirror says it all.
* * * *
Superstitious
poppycock.
* * * *
Threw away the armor
And ditched the valiant
steed
A long, long time ago.
* * * *
We all give back to the
world
What it is we have to
give.
Sometimes hate,
sometimes love,
Sometimes in the vast
spectrum between.
* * * *
Despite all attempts to
attain excellence,
For the mass of
humankind,
Mediocrity will out.
* * * *
Such as it is.
* * * *
So simple as to be
mind-boggling.
* * * *
So infinite as to be
you.
* * * *
Another this, another
that.
Ho-hum.
* * * *
Your work is to discern
this with all your beingness.
* * * *
With or without history
and its many forces,
You are ever the same everything
and nothing.
* * * *
The mind, in all its
egocentric glory
Is the only problem,
the only solution.
* * * *
Civilization, a loaded
concept if there ever was one.
* * * *
What can you really get
out of anything
But a quickly passing
sensation,
And a perceived memory,
That will eventually
fade and disappear.
* * * *
Not here to save
anything or anybody,
Just telling you once
again what you really are.
Pointing out the
obvious to those with the will to discern it.
* * * *
This is likely not a
fairy tale with a joyful, dancing ending.
By all indications, it
will not be pretty, and will end badly.
* * * *
To attain the eternal
capacity of any given mind
Is a challenging foray
into the unknown, indeed.
* * * *
Not quite as bright as
we thought we were, eh what.
* * * *
Another attempt to help
you find your Self.
* * * *
The mortal body is merely
a shell
Housing the same soul
of totality
In which all things are
contained.
* * * *
So easy to forget to
remember
That which can never be
known.
* * * *
What doesn’t kill you
today
Will come back stronger
tomorrow
And give it yet another
go.
* * * *
There is only one Soul,
And it is ours.
* * * *
Just a different carnival.
* * * *
Anything involving time is ultimately unreal,
Nothing but a dream of imaginary proportion.
* * * *
Despite the many arrogant assertions,
No individual or group has a lock
On that which is absolute.
You must wipe away the drudge of mind
To discriminate clearly what has always been
true.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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