CCLXXIII
The quantum dream of consciousness born of awareness,
An arrangement of nerves partnering up into senses, concocting and utilizing
Whatever it sees and hears and tastes and touches and smells
Into a spinning world, and a sky full of stars.
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You are hereby nominated, if it is your calling,
To be independent witness to the flame of consciousness,
As freely, effortlessly, timelessly scribed, by the awareness before time.
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Discern the simplicity in all the complexity, and the complexity in all the simplicity.
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An eternal mystery reflected in the ether of imagination.
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The great serendipity.
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Stay tuned.
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A mystery for every mind to unravel in whatever way it will, or will not.
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You cannot do it all, you cannot see it all.
Your brief mortal existence is but an infinitesimal facet
Of the infinity of potentials of all creation.
In the eye of the inexplicable,
How can there truly be anything
But deep, abiding, heartfelt humility?
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It is a quantum thing: eternally pure, eternally simple.
As dexterous as spontaneity and imagination allow.
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Simply put, and so sorry to be the one stating the obvious,
There are some genes in any given puddle or pool,
That should not be passed on to the future.
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Another generation springing from the wild field
Into a unforeseeable time of devastation and heartbreak.
Historians will likely nod their heads in agreement.
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You want happiness and contentment? Breathe well.
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Suffer every temptation until the insistent grip of desire surrenders its illusory hold.
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Un-constituted meaning.
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Attitude is everything, everything is attitude.
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Necessity will find its day.
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The peace that knows no bounds good-naturedly endures within.
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Stick to nature’s most basic offering: good air, good water, good food,
And your existence will be as vigorous as your genetic fate allows.
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Those who spend their lives to helping others
Abide with much less pain and suffering
In a state of detached compassion.
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The same immortal essence resides in all forms.
It is the matrix in which all creation eternally abides.
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The subtlety of even the most simple reality requires a lifetime of steady attention.
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Archetypes of one psychosis or another.
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Irony and paradox hath no bounds.
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The farthest reaches of your infinite universe is just beyond your big toes.
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A cancer by any other name would destroy the same.
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So, what now?
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Reborn with every breath.
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All differences are arbitrary.
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The human mind’s time-bound craving for continuity
Is what has fashioned this dysfunctional paradigm.
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We are each our own best, sometimes worst friend.
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It takes time and practice to learn anything well.
You need not be the greatest to enjoy the process.
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What is the mind that is absolutely, effortlessly attentive?
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Pay attention to whatever now the mind in time allows.
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Consistency, commitment, forevermore: What exactly is that state of mind, anyway?
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You are always doing nothing, or is nothing doing you?
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It is not all about you; it is all about You.
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Where would we be without oil and electricity, and opposable thumbs?
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Now is the time; the time is now.
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Another face of Soul twisting in the winds of time.
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Born again and again and again,
Each and every unadorned moment,
For as long as the given vessel allows.
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Why pretend you know anyone or anything?
What you think you know is only what you have been shown,
And what you are intelligent enough to perceive.
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The time of realignment with the natural order is at hand.
Do not allow the muddle, the quagmire of vain self-absorption
Over the given rules of the game to ever happen again.
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A cauldron of soup takes its time heating up,
But once a-boil, the stew churns without respite.
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Those who are truly the richest and most powerful
Are the ones most satisfied with the least,
The ones who have discerned the dreamtime for what it is,
The existential ones to whom the Reaper is a most steadfast companion.
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Many if not most are relatively naive about how the so-called civilized world works.
If they are very fortunate, they have benign leaders who function in their best interest.
If not, well, history as more than a few sagas of the myriad ways power can be abused.
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Laugh about what you can, when you can, as often as you can.
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The dependency on technology is laced with dubious paradox.
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Any given existence is really nothing more than a streaming figment of imagination.
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Physics 101, pure and simple.
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A message of hope, how useless is that?
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Within and without, all is.
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Life, an often interesting, sometimes painful distraction.
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Ethical dilemmas are the luxury of a full belly and a safe harbor.
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You must fathom very deeply within to gauge
The indivisible tranquility of eternity’s ageless now.
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There is nothing to become once you discern
You are already everything you could hope to be.
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Existence is an opportunity to wake up and realize
What you and everything else truly are and are not.
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Humankind is not on the surest course for a happy Hollywood ending.
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Survival is a privilege, not a right.
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Please, explain again why someone else is to blame for your screwed-up life.
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Moving toward the immortality that has been present all the while.
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You are a universal mind forged of stardust.
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A species inspired by vain ignorance is a species hell-bent toward extinction.
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They are waving that flag again; proceed with caution.
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Man-made order is of the natural order, but without its detached spontaneity.
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The holographic cloak of cosmic awareness again descends upon the dreaming.
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You are given a life; what you make of it is (not entirely) up to you.
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So many visions to embrace or not; discern your own, and know the source of all.
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Where would they be, what would they do, without all their little electronic baubles?
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Try to forgive those who are different.
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Not many places a life form of one variety or another
Cannot find at least a foothold in one niche or another.
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An urge to sit utterly still for all eternity,
And another to get up, move about, and think,
Nearly simultaneous.
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Life has always been a fairly seasonable, pleasurable excursion
For those who, through genetic lottery, were so fortunate to be born
Into a comfortable character, in a reasonably favorable time and space.
And for the rest, well, who was it really said, “Let them eat cake”?
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What suffering it has taken to try to help you along.
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Enjoy every distraction that stumbles your way.
Just try to remember the ultimate calling
As often as the mortal faire allows.
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Beneath your perfect wisdom is the vapor made of the essence of a diamond.
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The thread of eternal beingness, weaves its way in every moment.
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Yet another very momentous wander.
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Generally, those who are drowning
Give more serious attention to the riptide
Pulling them into the vast unknown.
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Across the board, in every theater,
All dress and behave as their surroundings dictate.
Why should any culture be considered any superior to any other?
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Peer intuitively through the eyes and ears of all creatures great to small,
And you will likely distinguish any and all much more compassionately
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Being an antichrist, in the highest sense, ain’t really such a bad thing.
Probably not exactly what any given group is expecting, but so it goes.
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Odds are you won’t live to see tomorrow.
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A beautiful face can hide a demon; disagreeable one, an angel.
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A discerning eye is at best an ironic, paradoxical blessing.
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Beauty is in the eye of the beholder; be mindful of your projections.
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Sometimes best to move, sometimes best to be still.
Discerning the difference, ahh, that’s the rub.
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All them nerves sure can be bothersome when pain’s Reaper comes a-calling.
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Sometimes the divinity called God by many is a conservative-liberal.
Other times that which is supreme is a liberal-conservative.
When not a complete and utter asshole, that is.
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We are really no different
From any other creature great to small.
Ants playing out an ever-changing, touchy-feely dream.
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The astute observation and measurement of true science
Is surely more accurate than any superstition or tradition.
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For even one part to be false, it must all be.
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You are perfection manifest.
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Principles often prove to be many-layered things in the relativity of circumstance.
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A little dab of attention will do ya.
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Extremes are always rough on the majorities who lack the will to resist.
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What is beautiful, what is not, and who decides?
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Go ahead, allow your Self to be free.
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What if all creation is nothing more than an exhale?
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You appear, you disappear, what of it?
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It all is what it is; no point judging anything.
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Watch and wait each and every eternal moment that full attention allows.
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The frontal lobe is the theater of human consciousness.
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Why would you want to be that stupid?
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There is a universe to unlearn, perchance to forget.
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What’s your delusion?
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Questions of a thousand dreams.
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Is the present ever quite what it seems?
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There is no Superman, sorry.
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Principles have a tendency to change with the given wind.
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Name that delusion.
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Not often you can choose your neighbors.
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It is not what you want to be; it is what you want to pretend.
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Are you perfect yet?
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Wield that discerning sword with great attention.
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The world is founded upon distraction.
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Everything is after the fact.
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Give full attention to the present upon which awareness sheds its light.
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Curiosity don’t just kill cats.
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Perception, perception, perception.
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How stupid is stupid has yet to be determined.
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Quantum this.
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How would you see it all if you did not know so much?
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Bam!
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So what?
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Creativity is its own reward.
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The quantum matrix born of a quantum mind is a figment of time.
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Death is hunting for you again today.
Has been since the moment you were conceived.
Will be until your last wheezing breath.
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The Return to Wonder
Field Notes from the Unknown
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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