30 October 2013

Chapter 281 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


CCLXXXI

Time, with all its viscidities, must play out in the eternal,
And eternity, in time, perchance to fathom its mystery.

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Where philosophers and mystics casually dwell,
Mere mortals, at even the slightest thought, tremble.

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All creation is the vapor of light and sound,
Meaning and purpose is born of the eternal now.

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Amuse your Self however you will.

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So essentially alone.

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Zen snippets, without the Zen.

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Death waits patiently aloof
For every creature great and small
To succumb to the inevitability
Of its well-honed blade.

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Everyone rushing this way and that,
As if any of it really matters.

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You do not even begin to want to know
What some people know about your pain.

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When the emperor wore no clothes,
Who could discern the truth but a child
Not yet caught in delusion’s web of collusion,
Or the sage whose mind is free of all mortal claims.

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Really not much left to save, even if you could.
A most tarnished pearl, at least for the time-being.
The insects will, no doubt, make it clean and pretty again.

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Beneath every mask, the same essence.
Imagination is the architect of all differences.

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Death is your closest companion.

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If you really seek heaven,
You may have to set aside
Your hell’s greatest demon:
Your self.

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Drift your universe.

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You need no permission
To be what you really are.

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Ignorance will out,
Because it is its inevitable nature
To breed exponentially.

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If you think 1984 has not happened,
Perhaps you should read it again.

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Last prophet?! Hah!
You make me laugh plenty ha-ha hard.

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Throughout its religious history,
The Middle East has been a lead sponsor
Of a delusional, dangerous madness that threatens
The world of egalitarian ideas with annihilation.

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That I Am is what you really are.
Any given identity is merely the imperfect,
Temporal fabrication of the mind-bound imagination.
Just another persona to play out and forget.
As imperfectly perfect as all the rest.

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Complete desperation can make for absolute courage.

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Peace is the pot of gold at desire’s fearful end.

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Become that which you were born to be.

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Make it personal, take it personal.

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We seem incapable of tolerating,
Much less loving one another.

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Or was it “Love One in another?”
Dang all them translations
You just never know
If what you’re reading
Is what someone really meant.

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Everything dies, nothing really dies.

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Humble roots make for strong vines.

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A very simple fact, a convenient truth.

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Endless growth is a tenuous assumption
To statisticians, historians, anthropologists,
Or anyone with a lick of common sense.

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For those believing this dream isn’t a democracy,
Death is sure to set all askew visions aright.

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Alas, what will our poor Mother endure
Before we are done and gone?

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The world of hurt
Has not even really begun,
And you really believe this is not hell?

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Epiphany serendipity.

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Curious, indeed.

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Forget history.
This is it.
Right here, right now.

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Dark … dark … too dark to see,
For them who have no light to be.

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Like seeks like,
And humankind daily grows
More divisive, dissolute and destructive.
Polarization reigns in every realm.

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Women get together and complain about men.
Men get together, drink beer and watch football.

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King or peasant, or whatever between,
There is no real difference at the essential level.
Only within the imaginary limitations of the time-bound mind
Is every conceivable way, shape and form fashioned.

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The body is, indeed, merely a temporary vehicle
In which you may, or may not, have the interest or capacity
To discern that which is far greater than the sum of all things material.

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Wait a second, that doesn’t make sense, either.

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Children, put away your childish thinking.

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Are you interested in reality, in truth?
Or merely some comfortable delusion?

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Is playing one’s own personality
Just another form of idolatry?

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In your world, your universe,
You are the only one.

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Mediocrity at its best.

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As challenging as it may be,
Agape is the final discernment.

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Truth is not created by mind.
Truth creates the mind, allows the mind.
The mind can only discern the truth.
Mind cannot change or mold it
Into any separate reality,

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The cause is causeless, effects are effectless.

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Any given mind becomes more and more entrenched
In whatever dusty, rutted road it has cultivated
Through the course time and circumstance.

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When you meet any given fork in the road,
The direction that calls is the next leg of the path to your fate.
When you reach the fork of ultimate reckoning,
Will you choose mortality?

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Discern the heart and mind of anything, anyone,
And you will journey far and wide
To ends unknown.

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It is in absoluteness that Self reigns.

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It is all true at some point in time.

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Health of body, mind and spirit
Is the only true wealth.

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You are a sovereign expression
Of the mystery’s ongoing genesis.

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The carved stone observes all things
With complete and utter detachment.

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Idol worshippers cannot see their idolatry.

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One wonders if he was really foolish enough
To do the things the book says he did.

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To know eternal joy, you must be very, very simple.

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From the ultimate perspective,
You created all this that you might discern your Self.
The theater with its innumerable players
Is of but passing concern.

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Would you kill someone because they believed in c-sharp, not e-flat?

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To become the song of godness is the highest calling.

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Death is the great eroder of all life’s forms.

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Om … Om … Om …
Peace … peace … peace …
Settle into the tranquility.

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If you see only differences,
That will be your harvest.

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To save a world
That must be spent
Is the irony of intention
Toward one’s fellow other.

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There is not,
Has never been,
Nor will there ever be,
Any other, other than you.

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The true revolution is within.

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Remember, you only think you are.

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Same oneness, no matter how you slice it.

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For the keystone to be anchored, the arch must be complete.

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Curious that so many live in denial of the obvious reality
That all things must change, that all things must succumb.

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Another parade, another ceremony, another ritual
For them that can’t get enough of such things.

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Predictability draws most into one rut or another.

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Alone, sovereign, even in the largest crowd.

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When the you that is imagined dissipates,
The unmanifest infinity within
Will reign without.

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Ignorance does not easily tolerate
The spotlight of scientific inquiry.

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You need not cling
To whatever you imagine you were.
You are completely free to be
What you truly are
Right now.

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Nada be all.

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Yes, it is that simple.

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Hey dude, be somewhat careful,
They all really, seriously believe, man,
And some will even slit your throat to prove it.

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The best place to do many things, both licit and illicit,
Can often by right out in the open where no one is looking.
It helps, of course, to be of the power color in the cultural milieu.

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Might seem pure lunacy if way more than a handful
Had not, in one way or another, written of the same thing.
It is, indeed, a scientific inquiry of the highest order.

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Being considerate, being kind, is not all that difficult
For those willing to set aside their fear and greed.

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The irony is that the more you judge others,
The more you end up judging yourself.
Judge and ye shall be judged.

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Attachment to any turf is a heady thing.

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A vision with no attachment
To the fabrications of the mind in time,
For you to see as you will.

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Idolatry’s veil.

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Smoke is a great reminder
Of the ephemeral nature of time.

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What else could anything else be
But you in yet another myriad form.
Across infinity, there is no other.

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Identity is the veil.
Imagination is all that keeps you
From discerning your ultimate essential nature.

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The infinity of manifestation is beyond grasp,
Beyond knowing, beyond all conscious attempts
To own the momentary nature of the eternal mystery.

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To be caught up in the endless viscidities of conscious concoction,
Or discern within, that which is absolutely free,
Is there really a choice?

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We do not have to imagine it thus.
This is, after all, merely an experiment in free will.
It is, in reality, only a matter of time.

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Solutions often become obviously apparent
When problems are given time to lie fallow

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Once upon a time,
It is rumored that kings were wise and true.
And who wrote that fairytale?

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Whose eyes will rule the world?

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How challenging to remember.
Whether a householder or a sannyasi,
The world can be a never-ending distraction.

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What a passionate state of mind
Is required to intentionally injure to another
For some slight that would have been best forgotten.

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The good, the intelligent, the wise, are not easily disguised.

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How is it that politicians do not seem to have gleaned anything
From so many historical attempts to deny the masses
Their innumerable hedonistic pleasures?
Make something illegal
And the resulting black markets
Can, indeed, quickly become dark, toxic webs
To those harboring little ill will, to those least deserving harm.


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