18 October 2013

Chapter 278 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


CCLXXVIII

We all breathe the same, we all bleed the same.
‘Tis a never-ending curiosity how so many superficial differences
Weigh us all down in so many imaginary ways
So much of the time
During our so-brief little lives.

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Rewind … a few minutes, a few years,
A few decades, a few centuries, a few millennia,
And ponder what humankind might have done differently
To witness a kinder, more harmonious paradigm.

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Mere mortals can never even hope
In their wildest dreams to comprehend
The immeasurable that all truly are.

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Any given existence is a mortal journey
That wanders until the last step
Of the last breath.

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If it is yours to find, you will find it.

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How awake is awake?
As awake as awake can get.

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What credentials
Could possibly be required of a seer
To know s/he sees?

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Dear Lord Almighty God is Great and True Above,
Is there a backside that is not tattooed?
A tongue that is not pierced?
What a curious thing
The young who follow the herd
In their vain attempt to declare independence.

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In manifest reality, you need not love any other
As much as just respect and accept them.
Or, maybe, that, alone, is love enough.

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Be wary of all who would seek to lead you.

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Such a tailspin only just beginning,
We cannot yet begin to comprehend
Where the wreckage will land,
And who will survive.

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For what it is worth,
It is the merit of your Soul
That is most important to those few
With the heart to see.

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If you are ever to discern heaven,
You must do it in the given nowness.

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Alas, you cannot help your Self
When there is nothing left to help.

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Miscreants and deviants, all.
A hangman’s work, indeed.

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The witless herd cannot help its Self.

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Every moment an opportunity to witness
The unfolding dream of manifest time.

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No matter the stream of consciousness,
Behind every mask, the same awareness.

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Is it a creation misspent if there is no awakening
For those who seem, as yet, ill-fated to doze away
Through the remainder of this theater of eternity?

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As enjoyable as young flesh is to watch,
Would you ever really want to be
Young and stupider again?

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Pathetic is too mild a word
For the horrors the human species
Has set in motion, and is about to endure.

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The madness that is literally divine

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The tirade in indifference.

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Behave your Self.

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And there they all are
Thinking their dick or pussy
Is the best the world has the offer.
Silly boys, silly girls.

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Loyalty to bloodline,
Genetically pragmatic as it may be,
Is more conditioned than real.

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Cynicism, kept to paper and pen,
Remains anonymous and harmless.

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Every moment dull and magnificent
In each and every unfolding moment.

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You are the bush burning in the desert.
Swept by the elements of earth, wind, water, fire.
Into the madness that is eternally divine.

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Nary an ounce of ambition left for this world, or any other.

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How faithful you are to your imagined conclusions.

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Oh yes, indeed, the world will no doubt
One day rid itself of the human stain.

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The key is yours and yours alone.

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Self trumps all.

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Sheesch!

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Does it really matter?

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Insanity hath no bounds.

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Doesn’t it just boil down
To respecting and accepting
Another’s differences?

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Just when you think it’s done,
More little thoughts of this or that
Bubble into yet another inky scribble.

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Samadhi: A state
Of intense concentration achieved through meditation.
In Hindu yoga this is regarded as the final stage,
At which union with the divine is reached.

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And not even one itsy-bitsy-witsy miracle.
Tch, tch, tch …

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Odds are you’re an innie or outie.
Curious what a fuss we make of it.

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Another day of pipe-dreaming reflection.

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There is total goodness within you,
But you are too full of desire, too afraid
To give yourself over to your Self.

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What endless potential
The flesh has over time evolved
To foster so many inanities.

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Post the truth of it
In an unsealed letter
Postmarked “Eternity.”

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Good joke, man.
You make me laugh plenty.

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All is eternally connected.
This known, all unfolds as it will
In the vast etherealness.

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The oneness of us ever is,
Has ever been, and will ever be.

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Immortality is born anew each and every moment.
The theater of time and space are the mortal exchange.

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The source of nearly every problem
Humankind is facing is overpopulation.
Get back to the natural rhymes and reasons,
And discern the eternal reality of its infinite origin.

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How’s the wild, untamable beast of a world doing
In the mortal framework of your mind’s dimension?

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Four-letter words better left unspoken include:
Love, hate, hope, true, good, just, luck,
Wish, fate, must, pink, cute …

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The busy-ness of this world
Is a siren ever-beckoning
All who would hear its call
To tarry in its time and space.

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Curious how those thin layers
Of flaking dead cells
And long strands of protein
Tempt us all over and over again.

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And to you whose minds
Are dominated by one sense
Of political correctness or another,
Take a good deep breath,
And get over it.

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Oh, ye, who wouldst pummel
All others into submission
With one good book or another,
You are, indeed, of tiring persuasion.

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A 24-hour world misses out on a good night’s sleep.
What is it that drives so many into such endless bother?

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Glory is less in deed than it is the breath
To which the grand mystery is subscribed.

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Amazing what can be gotten away with
When you fake and bluff things well.

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What an exhausting burden it is
To be holding on to all those opinions,
All those innumerable judgments,
About yourself or any other.

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Uh oh, yet another tsunami spotted
On the not too distant horizon.

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Unrecognizable memory.

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Can you see yourself then?

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You only think it happened.

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The mind-body is a time machine.

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Ye gods, another religious fairy tale.

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Rare is the time when politicians,
Bureaucrats, and other self-serving parasites
Haven’t inflicted misery upon one little person or another.

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So many things about which to feel regret and remorse,
But oh well … get over them, deal with them, move beyond them,
Let such resounding futility dissipate into the mists of long-faded memories.

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Some laws are bigger than concepts can comprehend.

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Just another protozoa passively floating on the tide.

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Change may suck bigger than big-time,
But it is the foundation of creation,
From which all things are born.

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Psychic vampires will nibble away
At any neck freely offered.

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Tap into it.

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Do nothing well.

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Is there karma to be paid
If you don’t get spotted or caught?
Are the guilty judged, and who judges them
If they feel neither guilt nor shame?

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Amazing how well organized religion
Can screw up anything it touches.

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Where is that line between good and evil,
Right and wrong, light and dark, anyway?

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Why do you limit god to being just “up there?”

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You must ultimately battle your dragons on your own.
Rip back the fear, and kill the beast.

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Another happy-yes-there-is-hope-out-there-somewhere ending.

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Picture the Titanic, and imagine the final few seconds
Before the iceberg begins ripping through the paper-thin hull
The lookouts crying out, “Iceberg ahead! Iceberg ahead!”
And no one hears them because the cacophony
Is too absorbing, too enticing, too blinding
To make the paradigm shift required
For all to survive the wreck.
Now, what are you going to do
To survive the relatively few moments ahead,
And, if you do survive, to make certain it does not happen again.

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Looking back, isn’t is obvious
All the ways you were conditioned to be
Who you daily pretend to be.

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Hey, good luck with that.

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Like rings in a tree.

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It’s time.

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It is all Self-evident.

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There are worse forms madness can take
Than to wake up to the reality of the way it is.

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You frighten yourself with all that miscued imagination.

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Most everything eventually translates into wisdom.

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Tap those Ruby Red Slippers, and keep repeating:
There's no place like home, there's no place like home …

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Even in the pretensions of the so-called civilized world,
The law of the jungle, of club and fang,
Always applies.

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Racing the clock all the time.
Day-in-day-out, every moment, racing, racing, racing.
Alice’s white rabbit if there ever was one.
What a burden upon the mind,
A veil upon the Soul.

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What fear will you endure this day?

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Is it even possible for any history
To ever be exactly written?

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It’s your dream,
What are you making of it?

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Nothing needs doing.

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Kick-start that frontal lobe.

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And if we destroy our kind,
If we drive ourselves to extinction,
Even if we obliterate all life on this planet,
Oh well.
Really, oh well.
Why should you care?

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To be so narcissistically self-absorbed
As to believe the world owes you anything,
Now, that’s arrogance, pure and simple.

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Understand the difference between mind, body and spirit,
And learn to detach from that which causes suffering.


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