15 October 2013

Chapter 269 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


CCLXIX

Give it up, boys and girls.
Mother Nature's oblivious iceberg
Has already ripped a gash through the hull,
And humankind's flawed paradigm, with all its false gold
And beyond-the-pale absurdities, is sliding into the great re-alignment.
Even the most dynamic effort cannot save the crew
Nor its sleeping passengers.
Party on,
Or find a lifeboat, if you can.

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The mind that is you,
That is me, that is we,
That is all together, One.

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The middleman cometh.
Pass the plate.

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Drift silent, drift deep.

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Hah, the joke’s on you, my friend.

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All will become apparently one
When it is your time to awaken.

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Madness is as madness does
For reasons only irony and paradox
May perchance in random bursts ascertain.

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Are you prepared
To be the awareness
Of the you that is truly real?
The awareness that will expand you
To the farthest reaches, the farthest shores,
To the immensity prior to all dreaming, great or small.

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Dagnabbit, these ponders keep a-coming.
Indeed, even this babble gets a mite old.

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Try not to want anything from another
That they really do not care to give.

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Trodding on others over and again
Is a curious human phenomenon.
Makes cats look downright merciful.

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Another now a-whizzin’ by.
Ho hum, amazing, to be sure.

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Anonymous is as anonymous does.

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What might one have expected,
But that a redeemed demon,
Still as vain as anyone else,
Would scribe such a work.

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Unionize within and without.

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Breathe in, pause.
Breathe out, pause.
Breathe in, pause.
Breathe out, pause.
Breathe in, pause.
Breathe out, pause.
Breathe in …

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Words, concepts, theories
Are no less hedonistic, no less decadent,
Than any other pleasure.

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Trust the mystery to make a go at killing itself again and again,
For as long as the eternity of manifest time
Has the sway to play.

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Perhaps god created women
That men might someday hanker
For a complete set of ribs,
And women, their own.

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However you may come to it,
Seek out the stillness before time
And discern the peace, the salvation
That is eternal, prior to all mortal theater.

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The dust of the quantum nothingness
Is the bittersweetness of all creation.

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An experiencing
Of the deepest sort,
Only contemplated fully
By the eternal mind.

* * * *
Woke up again this morning.
Another day in the life,
Such as it is.

* * * *
Growing more than a little weary
Holding ye old breath for a little sanity
At this juncture of the timeline.

* * * *
A little bundle left quietly on the doorstep
For some far distant future to perhaps unlock
Some greater meaning and purpose
In the dance of manifest time.

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Curious how these aphoristic ditties
Sometimes get started heading one direction
And while being written or edited, swerve into another.
The madcap dance of a mind pondering the mystery of its origin.

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Infinity, divinity, spininity,
Call it whatever sound imagination may devise,
All that is, is ultimately the same.

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Koans, riddles, idle thoughts, and more.
Step right up, folks, step right here.

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Your Self, toying with your Self,
As would a cat a mouse.
Would that the cat
Had reached you first.

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Fate,
Such as it is,
And is not.

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So many ways to die,
Hard to pick just one.

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In the theater of consciousness,
Who can say what will,
Or will not be?

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You, scientist.

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Study hard, study well.
If your intention is steady and true
Toward the vast mystery that awaits reckoning,
You will no doubt ascertain its presence
Out beyond the farthest reaches
Of that which is, and is not.

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Even if you possessed all the answers
To every question imaginable, what would it truly matter?
Knowledge, ignorance, wisdom, foolishness,
What is the difference, really?
You will ever be you,
No matter the theater played.

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There is really no reason for argument.
This is the wonder of it: All is One.
To maintain any lesser truth
Is but dogmatic notion
Born of smoke and mirrors.

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It’s all the same, really, truly,
Cross your heart and hope to die.

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Those who quest
To discern the truth
Of that which reality is,
Will only stop at nothing.

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This play of word association,
A beguiling process, indeed.

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What greater calling could there possibly be
Than to discern that source which is within all?

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Surely, the potential that others might discern it,
Is worth some portion of given time
In any awakened life.
But the question becomes,
Are there really any others out there?

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Beyond the basics of food, water, and other necessities,
Is the sizable array of every sort of narcissistic craving.

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Of course many of these ditties might be better scribed.
Feel free to edit anything in whatever way you will.

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A gift for those whose destiny it is
To wander a given path
To that ground
Where all paths end.

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Heaven and hell,
Defined herein both the same,
For in what truth could there be such division?

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Can’t … stop … it …
It … just … won’t … leave … me … alone …
Oh, bitter, sweet fate.

* * * *
You are a chameleon,
Pretending just enough
To play out this fleeting role
In the dreamtime of your mind.

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Ethics is the luxury of excess.

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All your wee little piles of gold
Gathered from the pillage of an amazing garden world.
Merchants of death and destruction.
All for what?
Wee little piles of gold.

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Across the world, so many young people breeding like gnats in a Mason jar,
All the while smiling, laughing, so sweetly, naively, as all youth do.
Completely, amazingly blind to the pain and suffering
Their genetic predisposition is spawning.
Which seed lines will survive the cataclysm,
And what will be the state of the world they inherit?

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Be circumspect about accepting
Things that are illogical or irrational,
Things that lack the resonance of truth,
Things that are adrift in the sea of delusion.

* * * *
All the drugs in the world
Cannot heal what truly ails you.

* * * *
Too little, too late.
So sorry.

* * * *
Just some rational feedback
To the myriad collusions
Across the world.

* * * *
So many minds a-muddled in time.

* * * *
So deluded by others as to relinquish
Even a simple look-see for your Self.

* * * *
Sitting in a weed patch of Eden,
Patiently watching, waiting.

* * * *
Gravity has a way of keeping the playing ground level.

* * * *
Across this garden sphere, minds cling in every manner
To the ignorance of thought’s countless divisions.
Witness the many biases, great and small,
Rational and irrational, good and evil,
Subtle and gross, sweet and bitter,
Intelligent and senseless, wise and foolish.
Discern the essence within all imagined differences,
And weld them together into the singularity from which all are created.

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Freedom is your essential nature,
Yours to be, or not to be.
A sweet antidote for what ails you,
If you have the wit and courage to make it so.

* * * *
Choices have a way of evaporating over time.

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It’s we, kiddo, we all the way.

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Although often a temptation,
Gifts given to those
Who cannot appreciate them,
Are rather useless, meaningless gestures.
Pearls to swine, so to speak.

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If you have something to hide,
The best location is the one
Least likely to be noticed.

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The most valuable lessons
Any history has to offer,
Can be challenging to fathom,
And are all too often quickly forgotten.

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Mortality is for those who believe themselves real.

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Errors of judgment, errors of inattention,
Are sure ways to bring about major changes,
Often filled with a lifetime of suffering and regret.

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Why would it be in any way crazy, in anyway irrational,
To no longer wish to participate in the madness,
To no longer have any desire, any craving
To continue being an inmate in this insane asylum?

* * * *
These words are really for those
Who come into life after the great fall,
Those trying to understand what happened,
Those seeking to re-establish, re-order, and re-align
With the natural rhythms of the only garden we will ever know.
For some future set of friends I will never meet,
But already know as intimately
As I do my Self.

* * * *
Odds are most wouldn’t even begin
To want to know all the things
This mind has fathomed.

* * * *
Anything really only matters
To those who believe it matters.

* * * *
Godness is neither merciful nor unmerciful.
The rules of the game are quite clear
To those who pay attention.

* * * *
Lending the future a hand,
One ponder at a time.

* * * *
Mine eyes have seen the glory
Of the coming of the truth,
And it, most definitely,
Is not what you
Or any other thinks.

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If you teach children to follow, they will follow.
If you teach children to awaken, they will awaken.
We are all outcomes of whatever environment
The winds of the genetic lottery cast us.
The salvation of all this delusion
Is not in any way required.

* * * *
Mother Nature does not give a tinker’s damn about you,
Your name, health, shape, color, creed, opinions, status,
Or any other part of your self-absorbed, imaginary theater.
It is up to you, and you alone, to abide as long as fate allows.

* * * *
The eternal mind, hooked by the sensory dreaming,
Ceaselessly identifies with its meat-machine role.

* * * *
Most would rather suckle the beast
Than know the simple reality of truth.
Truth is roughest on those whose angst
Does not allow them to wander far afield.

* * * *
Understand that the absolute
Is at the core, not the periphery.

* * * *
Always more to see,
For what it’s worth.

* * * *
Correlate the universe of data,
And you will discern the obvious:
That I am you, you are me,
And we are all together
Of the same oneness.

* * * *
Far better to be a noble savage
Than a blithering sycophant,
An apathetic bureaucrat,
A pandering politician,
Or a shady lobbyist.

* * * *
How many synonyms describe the absurdity:
Preposterous, ridiculous, ludicrous, stupid, laughable,
Daft, farcical, risible, foolish, silly, inane, imbecilic, insane, harebrained,
Cockamamie, unreasonable, irrational, illogical, nonsensical,
Incongruous, pointless, senseless, crazy, idiotic
To, thesaurus in hand, utter but a few.


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The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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