30 November 2013

The Return to Wonder - Chapter 294


CCXCIV


To plus or minus eight billion people,
You are at most just another number, another statistic.
Only a relative few will ever even meet you, must less perceive your existence,
So to even pretend the multitudes really give a flying hooey about you,
Or that you really care about them, is absolute balderdash.

* * * *
How far is it from your eye to the infinitesimal infinity?

* * * *
The body, the mind, the life, are all imagined.
Only awareness is now and then and forever.

* * * *
Abide in the realm of infinite possibility.

* * * *
Oops, was that just a little too real?

* * * *
It is just a matter of time.

* * * *
Tick, tick, tick.

* * * *
Maybe, maybe not.

* * * *
Nothing for which to live; nothing for which to die.

* * * *
In your own dream, anyway.

* * * *
The unbearable lightness of being.

* * * *
Changing the world one mind at a time.

* * * *
Nothing to prove, nothing to justify, nothing to defend.

* * * *
Everything is just playing out different seeds of the same origin.

* * * *
There are worse things about which to be mad.

* * * *
It is all truth, even the crashing waves.

* * * *
Like sees like, and all see differences.

* * * *
It is not you who is doing anything; this matrix universe is its own affair.

* * * *
There is sure a lot of bullshit
To sift through in this absurd world.
Hint: It is all bullshit.

* * * *
Imagination is its own prison.

* * * *
No matter the assertions, intent is always shown in words and deeds.

* * * *
The quest for truth is as scientific an inquiry as you could ever hope to imagine.

* * * *
Everything has its patterning,
Its play of capacities and limitations
Within the infinity of that which is flawless.

* * * *
Another cloak of vanity bandying about in its own narcissistic, make-believe bubble.

* * * *
The vapor of a dream is nothing to sneeze about.

* * * *
Any book is the greatest if you have not read anything else.

* * * *
You are the eternal harvest born of limitation.

* * * *
But is it true, the first and last question.

* * * *
Everything is an agreed-upon meme.

* * * *
Enough of the gamesmanship of all the players of Soul.
Time to stand alone, sovereign, as you truly always have.

* * * *
There it is, found it again.

* * * *
Walkabout watchabout.

* * * *
Managing nothing can take a lot of effort, if you are not mindful.

* * * *
Logistical madness.

* * * *
Wake up, wake up, you princes of Maine, you kings of New England.

* * * *
Imagine an existence
Without the delusions of vanity.
After all, you already are absolutely everything
You could ever hope to be.

* * * *
You cannot really help or change anyone who relies on ignorance for sanction.

* * * *
Tourist meccas are designed for people with way too much wealth,
Who are likely already far too advanced in needing
Far less food, wine, and song.

* * * *
From face to face, the same conversation.

* * * *
Personality is nothing more than a relatively brief, imaginary distortion of consciousness.

* * * *
Pride and prejudice are always blinding.

* * * *
Bobbing up and down in the deep end.

* * * *
If there is a god, hopefully, he/she/it is not as vain and judgmental as we.

* * * *
The quest for the only truth requires a discerning doubt, which will only stop at nothing.

* * * *
Identity is the delusion.

* * * *
Just scribing a vision: No worries, move on, if it you bask in another frame of reference.

* * * *
Dip a toe into the eternal stream, and allow the current pull you into its changeless flow.

* * * *
Nothing rooted in imagination is real.

* * * *
Nothing: all that is left after everything is said, after everything is done.

* * * *
"2,000 Years and Counting" starring Woody Allen as Jesus.

* * * *
How predictable the human paradigm has become.

* * * *
All manifestation is absolutely related.

* * * *
Another day underway; dance or slog, your choice.

* * * *
Go figure.

* * * *
Turn time on its head; be your Self.

* * * *
To what ends any idea, any invention might be used, only time’s scrolling can ever tell.

* * * *
The capacity for the ultimate freedom
Is for those few whose only real longing
Is to melt back into the eternal nature.

* * * *
Saints and sinners, angels and demons, philosophers and fools;
All meander the same ground in different states of mind.
All roam the same stage in different universes.
Imagination is the architect of all.

* * * *
Turn the lens and peer within.
Discern your mind-body identity
As indifferently as you do any other,
And emancipate your Self from the false.

* * * *
Have you got it, yet?
Or should the question really be,
Has it gotten you?

* * * *
Et cetera.

* * * *
Et alii.

* * * *
Ad infinitum.

* * * *
To fully hear any speaker, you must first be receptive to the frame of reference.

* * * *
Landscape, or dreamscape?

* * * *
“They would not listen, they’re not listening still, perhaps they never will.”
And so they must pay a price, suffer a destiny, that did not have to be.

* * * *
The first and last freedom is for those whose only yearning
Is to merge, to melt, back into the indivisible eternal nature.

* * * *
How can any earnest seeker follow
When there are no footprints to track.
And no direction to which to point, either.

* * * *
How some are drawn to it, and others not, well that is a mystery.

* * * *
Usurp the usurper until they have nothing left to usurp.

* * * *
There is no formula in the union of Self
It is a voluntary surrender to the unknown,
To that which is prior to consciousness.

* * * *
Just killing time until it kills you.

* * * *
If you do not love your Self, who else really can?

* * * *
If it were not for gravity, in what sort of manifestation would you be floating?

* * * *
Eternity just whizzing along.

* * * *
What is important is not
What another thinks of you,
But what you think of your Self,
And even that isn’t important, really.

* * * *
Peaceful coexistence, what a concept.

* * * *
Not in my back yard,
Somebody else should do it,
It is somebody else’s problem or issue.
The scarcity of personal responsibility, participation,
Ownership, sacrifice, discipline, community.
What a self-absorbed species we are.

* * * *
Sitting attentively, totally present, eyes closed,
At the center court of some swarming event,
An auditory streaming of the eternal mind.

* * * *
One need not be brilliant to see the truth of it.
Sometimes the most unassuming see the most obvious more clearly
Than any mind full of complex choreographies ever will.

* * * *
To observe the awareness closely is to discern the Soul of your eternal nature.

* * * *
Is any dream worth believing?

* * * *
Consciousness is the chaff; awareness the kernel.

* * * *
Pin the tail on the dragon.

* * * *
Once you forget everything, you approach everything with the same quality of mind.

* * * *
Nothing can be where nothing is.

* * * *
Another speck of self-absorption.

* * * *
Give your self over to Self, and the dream will ever be the same.

* * * *
To be bound by the limits of mortality is not for all.

* * * *
The spiritual quest is nothing if not truly democratic.

* * * *
The truth has been articulated by many who have never, and will never, be heard.

* * * *
The mystery of awareness is the immortal witness, indifferent to all fates.

* * * *
Self unmasked.

* * * *
Be formless.

* * * *
Duality is the lie.

* * * *
Another day of nothing ado.

* * * *
If you know no difference, to what is there to compare it?

* * * *
A poor memory can be a great blessing; it certainly aids in the forgiveness zone.

* * * *
Even if some of the conspiracies are true,
Other than whine, moan, gripe and complain,
What, pray tell, are you really going to do about it?

* * * *
The senses are enticing sirens,
Especially the eyes, every moment drawing you out
Into the infinite universe within.

* * * *
The creative mind often suffers so intensely that creation is the only salve.

* * * *
Every frame of reference, no matter how large, discerns its boundaries.

* * * *
There are many layers to any given deception,
And the essence of all the same.
How could it not be?

* * * *
Within the gushing stillness of awareness, the answer to any and all questions.

* * * *
What will be your fatal distraction?

* * * *
Each must carve out their own way very much alone,
Despite the illusions and delusions of all those around them.

* * * *
Even on the precipice of unconditional victory in any given competition,
There can be no compassion until the last sword is surrendered.

* * * *
Some things seem to take a fair amount time
To clearly, lucidly wrap one’s mind around.
Maybe even a few trillion lifetimes or so.

* * * *
What's to know?  What's not to know?

* * * *
Bliss is the eternal orgasm.

* * * *
Get back to what you truly are.

* * * *
Where does coveting really get you?

* * * *
If we were worms, flies or cockroaches, would we be so proud?

* * * *
Whatever you think it is, it is, and it is not.

* * * *
Existence is a means to an end, nothing more, nothing less.

* * * *
Human drama, human trauma.

* * * *
Dissolving the mind one aphorism at a time.

* * * *
Equanimity is the eternal balance between body, mind, heart and Soul.

* * * *
What name can possibly be attached to that from which all sound flows?

* * * *
Are you ready to call it a life?

* * * *
It’s a two-legged thing.

* * * *
Game over.

* * * *
Be ... free.

* * * *
Awareness is the nectar of the beingness.

* * * *
Stand tall, rest assured, you are That I Am.

* * * *
Nothing can be proved; it is an experiential fact.

* * * *
Such a level of non-caring as to be absolutely free.

* * * *
At some point, when any earnest seeker of truth
Finally discerns the reality that has been so long sought,
It becomes obvious that it was really all nothing from the get-go.


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The Return to Wonder
Field Notes from the Unknown
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
World Rights Reserved


26 November 2013

The Return to Wonder - Chapter 293


CCXCIII


We all abide the same aloneness, the same solitude,
From which most scurry in every way imaginable.

* * * *
Hold the mind as still as a stone in your hand,
And discern clearly where tranquility abides.

* * * *
Awareness takes on all comers.
How can any stand for even a moment
Without the ground underfoot?

* * * *
If it is, so what?
If it is not, so what?

* * * *
Nature plays no politics; it can never be obsolete.
Those who disregard its laws do so at their own peril.

* * * *
Consciousness does not for reality make.

* * * *
Dogma is far more enticing than truth.
Attributes are more perceivable than the indivisibility
Of that which the nothingness sustains.

* * * *
You cannot contain that which has no boundaries.

* * * *
What is there to prove or disprove when you are source of all?

* * * *
Who is master, and who is slave, and for how long?

* * * *
Some are born peasants with the soul of a king.
Some are born kings with the soul of a peasant.
So it goes.

* * * *
Take it or leave it; it does not really matter.
It is your show to do with whatever you will.

* * * *
Every niche has its patterning, a widget humming away in its own little context.

* * * *
Why run when you can mosey.

* * * *
Ignorance and foolishness are as born of the same source as knowledge and wisdom.

* * * *
Hope and faith are monkey-mind gorp,
Pointless from their inception.
Why believe anything?

* * * *
It is only limitations that define you.
The ultimate You is without attributes.

* * * *
The whole knowing thing is so overdone.

* * * *
The thin air of mountaintops and ivory towers
No doubt adds to the intoxication of surreal vistas.

* * * *
Time to advance to a higher level of thinking, folks.
Probably too late, but you never know
What it might lead to.

* * * *
Like a cat with a mouse, gravity toys with all until the dust settles.

* * * *
Muster as much kindness as you can bear.

* * * *
Counting down … tick … tick … tick …

* * * *
All memories, recent or otherwise, abide in the same imaginary wake.

* * * *
Seeds sprout, flowers wither.

* * * *
‘Tis but a dream, attachment to which only enhances the pain.

* * * *
Imitation is in the eye of the beholder.

* * * *
Universes are created and destroyed
In less than the blink of an eye,
And in just one breath,
How many more.

* * * *
Forces set upon each other by arbitrary constraints.

* * * *
Pandering to the monkey-mind does not for solutions make.

* * * *
We all gaze into the faces of others, facelessly dreaming our own real.

* * * *
For anyone who runs out of agenda, what else is there to do
But return to the inviolability of the beingness,
That which is godness within.

* * * *
How many memories will it take for you to be content?

* * * *
The mind-body is engaging until it is not.
The world is engaging until it is not.
The universe is engaging
Until it is not.

* * * *
Now is a challenging place for the busy mind to hang.

* * * *
You cannot save a dream.

* * * *
Time, that thing which does not exist, which passes so very quickly.

* * * *
Seemed like free will at the time.

* * * *
Thoughts, whether pleasing or troubled, are but ripples across a stone’s face.

* * * *
Another day, another round of experiencing
In a life already chock-full of so many dreams.

* * * *
Everybody holding fast to the mirage of imagination.

* * * *
A lifetime in the blink of any eye, and only memories to pretend it ever happened.

* * * *
What need to worship That which you are, have ever been, and will ever be.

* * * *
Life is painful, but it does not have to be right now.

* * * *
Doubt is the eternal key to getting home.
Doubt everything, doubt everybody
To the depth of your being.

* * * *
Some things must steep awhile in a contemplative swirl
Before they become palatable to the ever-resistant multitude.

* * * *
Die to what you are not, have never been, will never be.

* * * *
So very much alone.

* * * *
It is when you stand up that you discern whether or not you have reached your limit.

* * * *
Delusion is the comfort zone
Of those who cannot face the truth.
Sanity resides in that prior to all thought.

* * * *
When that end does inevitably arrive,
Will you go out weeping, screaming, clawing,
Or lunge into it whole-heartedly, mindlessly untamed?

* * * *
There are no followers in the assembly of the transcendent unknown.
All tend to evaporate once the actuality of truth becomes apparent.

* * * *
Whether it is a one-time life or a string of lives,
In the ultimate picture, you are the source of all.

* * * *
So many with so much, with so little gratitude.

* * * *
You really believe any deity is separate from you?
How is that even possible in the indivisibility of it all?

* * * *
The fruits of all labor are as nothing.

* * * *
Let it all go; immaculate virtuousness can be reborn.

* * * *
Pay attention.
Enjoy it as ye may.
Time passes very quickly.
It always begins anew right now.

* * * *
Speculation does not for truth make.

* * * *
You need not justify anything to anyone.

* * * *
If you only had this moment,
And not even one smidgen of memory,
What on earth would you, could you, be doing?

* * * *
Be that momentary awareness within the womb of existence.

* * * *
To assert a dogmatic belief in some deitiy
Is to miss experiencing reality for your Self.

* * * *
Is there anything but vanity?

* * * *
Truth is not something at which all marvel.

* * * *
Reality is for those who lack imagination.

* * * *
Even things perceived identical are not, have never been, will never be.

* * * *
Your true wealth is immeasurable.

* * * *
Discern the real you that even prior to conception has ever been the same.

* * * *
Language shapes you, confines you, deceives you, into believing it all real.

* * * *
All that matters is what works.

* * * *
God is the invention of ignorance.

* * * *
Yet another arbitrary day born of mind.

* * * *
Every flowing instant
Is the big bang of consciousness,
The genesis of awareness, the eternal mystery.

* * * *
Awareness is the stage upon which the set is built.

* * * *
You owned it all relatively effortless as a child.
The challenge is to discern that mind, and own it again.
To be the streaming awareness you, before time, so freely were.

* * * *
Another monkey ensnared in the tribal mind.

* * * *
Assuming any opinion really matters, any really has meaning.
Yours is as valid as anyone’s, anyone’s is as valid as yours.

* * * *
You might call the mystery black, and I, white,
But that has never meant we are forced
To scorn, hate, or kill one another.

* * * *
Everything in the wake before you know it; awareness ever streaming on, unstoppable.

* * * *
We are all within and without each other.

* * * *
So many things you might have done differently.
Oh well, so it goes.

* * * *
If nothing could be counted, how would it be immeasurable?

* * * *
Holding onto things that cannot be held onto is rather awkward,
Especially once the ungraspable nothing is firmly in your grasp.

* * * *
The quest for excellence is too high a bar
For those who have little thirst for quality.

* * * *
Wealth and power and renown are the means to do many things
None of which are required for happiness and contentment to flower.

* * * *
The path of the monkey-mind is an invention of the pathless no-mind.

* * * *
So much quibbling over nothing.

* * * *
As meaningless and purposeless as it is to say it, you are the meaning and purpose.

* * * *
You have somehow managed to resist
Dispatching some who more than deserve it.
Is that what they mean when they say
You should love your enemies?

* * * *
The herd must have its many fads.

* * * *
It is all you, it is all me, dream on.

* * * *
Some wisdom is practical; some wisdom is not.

* * * *
Impulse control switch, off.
Impulse control switch, on.

* * * *
Always trying to prove something that does not need proving even if it could be.

* * * *
You need not, you cannot, do anything to become
What you are, have always been, will ever be.

* * * *
How upset we can become when we fail to meet our own contrived expectations.

* * * *
Why leave any teachings up to the potentially
Error-filled translations of oral traditions,
When so many online conduits are now available
For anyone to delve into full Monty versions for themselves.

* * * *
Yes, Virginia, there is a supreme being,
And you are in no way, shape or form, separate from it.
Which means, of course, that you are it, have ever been it, will ever be it.

* * * *
The ether of each unborn-undying, indivisible moment sustains the next,
The stream of consciousness is the mortar that binds all in imaginary notion.

* * * *
Any salesman who might have claimed existence would be no-big-deal easy
Was lying through his teeth as some many are wont to do.
Always pays to read the fine print.

* * * *
Mediocrity wins yet again.

* * * *
Seek remedy within.

* * * *
So many meaningless games: ceaseless, unrelenting, merciless.

* * * *
Are you truly the body to which you are so attached,
And how is it you came to without doubt believe it so?

* * * *
How much more of this manifest dreamtime do you need or want to experience, really?

* * * *
Nobody knows.

* * * *
Everything else is self-serving absurdity.

* * * *
Is that something you really need to know?

* * * *
No need to apologize more than once, if at all.

* * * *
Sometimes too weary to continue, yet still you carry on.

* * * *
Just primates in boots and heels.

* * * *
Want everything, want nothing, is there any difference, really?

* * * *
Fools tarry in the world.

* * * *
It all means everything, it all means nothing.

* * * *
Another drop of Soul haunted by the many voices playing out in mind’s mortal theater.

* * * *
Attain the immeasurable richness of the complete and utter simplicity within.

* * * *
Explore everything anew every moment possible.

* * * *
And Atlas tossed the world of mind into a new orbit.

* * * *
So much gibberish, none of it truly important.

* * * *
Same old, same old, for the very first time.

* * * *
See ye the true reality of all things
Great and small and otherwise?
Or the same old blah-blah-blah?
(a.k.a. nonsense, absurdity, rubbish,
Drivel, doubletalk, bunk, hogwash, twaddle,
Hot air, boasting, bragging, baloney, lies, malarkey,
Bravado, blather, swagger, talk, and gibberish ad infinitum).


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The Return to Wonder
Field Notes from the Unknown
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
World Rights Reserved