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What on earth will we do with ourselves
After all there is to loot has been looted?
After all there is to rape has been raped?
After all there is to pillage has been pillaged?
After all there is to destroy has been destroyed?
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Every mind is caught in the web of an endless array of vanities.
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To discern that it is all god
Or whatever you choose to call it,
What is so crazy about that?
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Time will do what it is bid to do.
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So friggin’ beyond-the-pale absurd.
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Healthy community is about serving your best interest,
As well as that of those about you, as often as possible.
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You are not, were not, will not be; to care, or not or care, your choice.
You are not, were not, will not be; to care, or not or care, your choice.
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Why is what others think of you of any concern at all?
The genetic herd thing is a most challenging bother.
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Get past the notion that good and bad, right and wrong,
Any dualistic notion, whatsoever, are really all that different.
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No need to keep offending your nose.
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Why should you believe anything your own vision does not discern true?
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Unless you seek the truth, you will discern the delusion to which you are most inclined.
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It matters less where you are than the a-whereness in which you are.
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Be done with it.
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Control your passions; conquer your fear.
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Human-unkind, you mean.
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Discern the consciousness that belongs to everyone and no one.
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Nowness knows neither future nor past; it is the portal to the eternal reality.
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Within all there is the eternal potential, the portal, to discern the ever-presence.
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Thinking about nothing is indeed arduous work.
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Remember who you are, forget who you are not.
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Curious, very curious indeed, that so many cannot hear the good news.
How is it that they cannot bear to see the truth of it?
Too simple for words, perhaps.
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From the depths of slumber to the first breath of this new day,
Self wakens once again to witness this temporal facet of genesis.
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Good news, bad news, who can say?
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Another nebulous the way it is.
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Rejoice in the aloneness.
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Whose religion is the universal indivisible, and the infinity into which it breaches?
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So many people merely aware of their own little tiny corner;
Completely oblivious to the big picture, and where it is headed.
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The past entices those who bother about it.
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In whatever you do, please your Self.
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All those vain so-called holy sites mean squat to That I Am.
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Make it yours.
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It could have been done so much better than this.
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Backwards and forwards, forwards and backwards.
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“Next batch, maybe I’ll get it right,” sighed the big guy.
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Alas, like it or not, you are most definitely part of it.
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You just have to discern the obvious, and then enable the courage to face your fear.
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How can you not be drawn to learning about your version of this mystery?
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A life of Self-reflection is a life well-spent.
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Despite all our vanities and inanities, the playing field is ultimately quite level.
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Do what it pleases you to do with an inner eye that sees it all.
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Which which is which, and which which is not.
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Probably something to do with the lack of oxygen, or maybe too much.
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Every moment the same for all but for the dream of time in mind.
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Out there doing whatever the vain whims of manifest consciousness choose.
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The sandbox is, indeed, quite a mess.
What will the future do with it?
Oneness wonders.
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Drift on, brothers and sisters of the sun, drift on.
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Do whatever it is you need to do to move on.
If you get stuck, then you wanted to get stuck,
If not, well let the stream take you where it will.
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Obligation is a poor reason to do anything,
But then again, in the course of human relations,
Pragmatic necessity often trumps personal preference.
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If it is your time to wake up, it is your time.
Alas, nothing you can really do to stop it.
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Declare your sovereignty unto your Self.
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How can you save your Self when there is nothing to save.
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Do whatever calls you in whatever time you have left; uncork the flowingness.
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More egalitarian silliness.
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Discern it.
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Nothing to idolize once you have discerned the hologram of all creation within.
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What is any given cosmos, but every possibility that physics will allow.
The rules of the game board are unwritten, and enforced without remorse.
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Look, you are going to die someday; we all are.
The only question is whether or not you will be happily content
With the life you have been given the wonder to live.
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What can you possibly want from something
That can never be more than a touchy-feely dream?
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And when the applause dies down, there you are again, very much alone.
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Whatever context the moment offers, always seek out the greatest vision.
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What’s the rush? What is there to get to all the now, anyway?
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There, in the midst of all claims, you see nothing.
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Religious agendas inspired by time and space are Self-defeating.
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Just be your Self. So simple. Hah!
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Fare thee well to those capable of discerning That I am.
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What is, is really neither male nor female.
The reality prior to mind is without name or form.
It is what it is, what it has ever been, what it will ever be.
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Detachment can be a challenging state of mind to muster.
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What you think of your Self is all that really matters, and even that is questionable.
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No matter the dream, no matter the form, it has always been you, and you alone.
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Do not use your words against your Self.
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The zigs and zags of the time in mind distort its seamless, eternal reality.
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The real wonder as that we survive our creation as well as we do, so far.
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It is pointless, and that is the point.
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Back to the centered un-center.
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It has taken care of its Self, so far.
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It is too late to save the planet that was; the challenge is to preserve what is left.
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Check all your wants,
And in stillness discern the freedom
To journey alone, far and wide, within and without.
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The forebrain is the inner eye, the resting point of awareness,
The stillpoint, the origin, the genesis, of all manifest creation.
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Your mind-body is the vehicle,
The church in which you may examine and play out
Whatever dreamtime you will.
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Every geography offers its own teaching.
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All the friends, all the loves,
All the innumerable acquaintances,
Even those counted as enemy,
Who do you really know?
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Every reason to hate; one to agape.
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Existence, so much drama, so much bother, and for what, really?
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Contentment is a most challenging state of mind to which to surrender.
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Seek not wisdom where fools reign.
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Where were you before the dream was you?
Where will you be after? Where are you during?
Questions of a thousand dreams.
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Live and learn, die anyway.
But where do all the answers go when the body-mind,
Which so needed, so yearned, so despised them, is but quantum dust in the wind?
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Regarding the bliss of ignorance, you do not miss what you do not know.
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Life can be amazingly exhilarating, life can be amazingly tiring; irony at every turn.
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You get what you breed; no prejudice intended, just a statement of fact.
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I am, you are, we all are, That I Am.
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Ignorance: Break the addiction.
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You do not fight Mother Nature; you either align with her, abide her, or perish.
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Every moment, death hovers a bit closer.
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Nothing in any given mind but the mishmash of imagination.
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Cause and effect, ebb and flow, there and back, future and past,
How could the dreamtime continue on and on and on without them?
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The least common denominator
Is the pure awareness you truly are,
That source that abides all dreams as one.
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Yet another lie.
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The challenge is to wake up and not get fooled again.
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Nothing to dogma about.
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You can never know what will or will not happen once you are gone.
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Are you slave or master, or simply alone and free?
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Another day of wandering neuron trails as if they existed.
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Drams is what happens when busy minds run amok.
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You are the truth personified.
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What point trying to convince others of that which offers so little.
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Cannot prove anything, really.
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Is habit anything more than mind’s attachment to the body’s chemical play?
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Do not believe all the stories you hear.
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Speculation is not knowing.
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Yes, that was a lie, too.
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Negation is the means to a pointless state.
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What is death but return to the oblivion you have only pretended to know.
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So many dominos; hard to flick just one.
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Regarding suicide, not everyone feels obligated to play the game.
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And not even the hint of squealing brakes.
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I love my kids too much to bring them here.
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Yet another factoid so inconsequential as to be negligible.
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Forget me, forget me not.
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Setting the windy mind in stone just ain’t going to happen.
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It is only a crime if you are caught.
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Betray or incite true believers at your own peril.
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God is but one of the inventions of ignorance.
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Them assumptions, they sure will take you down many a path.
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You create your self; you discern your Self.
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Consciousness is slathered in soot of the quantum kind.
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No harm in not knowing.
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Some daze you feel young, and some daze you feel old.
The ecstasies and agonies of the nerve-ridden mortal frame
Weave many shades from light to dark for the mind to endure.
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Strategy without tactics is as ineffectual as tactics without strategy.
An even-keeled process requires synchronized, all-inclusive design.
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Do not be too smug in your satori.
It is but a moment in the timeless journey of liberation,
And makes you no superior than any jester saddled up on a corner bar stool.
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The Return to Wonder
Field Notes from the Unknown
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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