29 October 2013

Chapter 280 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


CCLXXX

What concepts do you really need but bitter and sweet.

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You are not the dream, the dream is not you.

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To say you have discovered the eternal truth
Means you are living its presence
Truth is the nowness.

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Time to wake up and smell the quantum.

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What to do when you fully see it?
Whatever the moment calls for
As best your will discerns.

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There is no formula
When the last question
Is without answer.

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Run! You fools! Run!

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Peace is a state of mind.
It all you really need.

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Every now is the same.
Only the dreaming changes.

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It is all true at some point in time.

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Many things have been said and done,
All drops in the streaming river of Self-discovery.
No rights or wrongs in the quest for the ultimate awakening.
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In every now, perceptions are fabricated on one neuron trail or another.
From the vast mystery of absoluteness, the relativity of consciousness.

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A decision for peaceful coexistence
Would be the first step to a new paradigm.
By all accounts, not happening anytime soon here.

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You will be reborn again and again
Until you die to what is not real.

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Let sleeping vampires die.

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Om, baby, Om.

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That which is obvious
Will be obvious again.

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Not too hot, not too cold,
Not too fast, not too slow,
Not too hard, not too soft,
The balance of all things.

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The paradigm is paradox and irony.

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Every one is different from every other.
No one is different from any other.

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Something happened, and that’s the rub.

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The simplest way to harmony and contentment
Is to live in the moment without expectation.

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Virtue:
Goodness, virtuousness, righteousness,
Morality, integrity, dignity, rectitude, honor, decency,
Respectability, nobility, worthiness, purity, principles, and ethics.

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Pretty hard to see light in the dark, and visa-versa.

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The infinity of nothingness is, indeed,
A most challenging concept to grasp.

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Be anonymous except to thy Self.

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I am, the lie that time built.

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Hey, who cares, really?

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Grokked again.

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Look for your Self.

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No more religions, cults,
Or other deranged placebos,
Please.

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At the quantum level
Is the immortality you seek,
The infinity for which you earnestly long.

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The river finds its way in its own good time.

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The sanity of Self-absorption is bounded by right action.

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Seems like you have to be martyred,
Do something seriously outrageous, or perhaps
Actually be adept at something important,
To be noticed by the powers that be.

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Re-align with the planet, or it will re-align you.

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Why do you keep doing this to your Self?

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Field notes from my Self to my Self.

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You are bound to the infinity
No matter what you think.

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Each and every moment,
You re-create the universe
Of your imaginary dreamtime.

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Oh, the madness and suffering
That will come to pass for the next
Who-knows-how-many thousands years.

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The fear, the dread, of all things
That bring mayhem, destruction and death
Is a state of mind worth shedding.

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It being a god-eat-god world,
Means, of course, that the God on high
Is really a cannibal in every way, shape and form.

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Curious that the truth sounds so absurd
To those who only believe
What they see, hear, touch, taste or smell.
To those who lack the intuitive insight to discern, to perceive,
The ultimate reality prior to consciousness.

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To be so blatantly, insufferably, absurdly insane
As to ceaselessly, maliciously harm one another
Is, indeed, an amazingly dismal reality of our kind.

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Becoming a mystical philosopher,
Why would anyone do that to themselves
If they had any choice in the matter?

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Another byte or two of knowledge,
Which will also be forgotten
In the mists of time.

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The surest cure
For fear or any other passion
Is a long, full breath.

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It is okay to not want anything.

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When you are inwardly still,
The slate is clear, tabula rasa.
The eternal journey is ever anew.
The return to wonder ever afoot.

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To be immortal in a mortal work
Is, indeed, more than a little challenging.

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Smoke,
Sometimes lazily, eerily still,
Other times quickly dissipated by an insistent wind.
Ephemerally eternal all the same.

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We all inhabit different jungles
In which we learn to survive the winds of time
In the innumerable ways in which nature and nurture play out.

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Simplistic explanations and derogatory labels
Snare the ignorant and inattentive into believing
The scripted propaganda of narrow, divisive views.

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That to which few are called in any given epoch.

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Alas, you must die that you may live.

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Even the mightiest god
Is but another grain of sand, an ant,
To the ocean of isness.

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You pray only five times a day?

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Like live bait,
We cast our spawn
To an unenviable future.

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What you believe you are,
And That which you really are,
Are two very different perceptions.

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You come in buck naked and innocent,
And likely depart worn and tattered.

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Odds are the way you wish it to be, is not the way it is.

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Probably everybody thinks they’re normal, whatever that is.

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Ignorance may rule the world, but it needn’t overrun your mind.

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Subscribe to whatever conclusion you will,
It is all ultimately of the same essential source.
Dreams are dreams, no matter their time or space.

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Why you continue to play out your mortal form
Is the telling of your tale.

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Everything is connected
Except in minds torn asunder
By every imaginable division and strife.

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The creative flush is its own reward.

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It is again witnessed to be so.

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Oh ye of little doubt.

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Go easy on your Self.
No need suffering
More than mortality requires

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To truly discern another,
You must first discern your Self.

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Convince your self of your Self

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Some women want forever and a day,
And will slice off your balls to get it.

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Wisdom translates into all languages
For those with the yearning and capacity
To appreciate the insights of the human kind
Offered across the boundaries of space and time.

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How else do you think godness
Is going to create, preserve and destroy all this
But through the mystery of you.

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So many things you would
Neither want nor need to do again.
And the list daily longer.

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To be done with this realm,
And any others, as well,
Is the highest calling.

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Just something else
That does not require much,
If any, serious attention.

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Like it or not,
This is your brief role
Upon the stage of your time.

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You are the immortal infinity,
Temporarily caught up
In a dream of time.
A beam of light reflecting,
In a mortal prism of flesh and bones.

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All claims to the contrary,
Darwin’s theory is not a theory.
And Mother Nature will not much longer abide
Our brief, foolish flurry of ignorance.

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Neurological patterning does not for reality make.

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Assert whatever you will, what is, is, ever was, and will ever be.

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A higher level of perception, of attention, is required.
But what with the monkey-mind being the willy-nilly creation that it is,
It is, indeed, challenging to remain ever-vigilant
In a completely awakened state.
Many are called few are chosen, deal with it.

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Even this ethereal aphoristic view
Is potholed with delusion,
But it is as holistic
As this finite, mortal mind
Has as yet discerned to imagine.

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Deluded again.

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Witness this.

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Do not look to any other
To accept, confirm or approve
What you know to be true.

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Cheap is good, free is better.

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The attention to nowness.
The nowness of attention.

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Whether you discern it or not,
You are That I Am.
It is only your lack of doubt
That deftly assures your continued snooze.

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The will of the exclusive, skittish herd
Inspires weakness in the indivisible individual.
The sovereignty of aloneness does not exclude any other.

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You are missing the point if you make it an ego thing.

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A massive ball of nothing for every dream do make.

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You know who you’re talking to.

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Passé, oh clever one, passé.

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Prior to all patterning,
What else could you be?

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Oh well, you got yours.

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Drift alone, sovereign.

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You tire your Self.

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It’s all you.
You are the one.

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Ready to disincorporate?

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Is there anything more wearing
Than someone who has not realized
How much they have to learn?

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How many caresses of the brush
Does it take to create a masterpiece?

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You can follow another’s rules, or your own.
There may, however, be dire consequences
If your club lacks might to enforce its right.


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