04 November 2013

Chapter 286 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


CCLXXXVI

The depth and breadth to which any arena can be known
Is, for all practical purposes, nearly inexhaustible,
And no mind, as grasping as it may be,
Can ever experience it all.
A statistical sample will have to do.

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What is the ultimate point of this existence
But a means to discern and reflect
Upon the source of all creation,
Upon the Self all truly are.

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Fate wears a sensory harness.

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Another voice from the void.
And whose voice, pray tell,
Has it always really been?

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The body politic.

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That thing called time,
Where did it go?
Did it ever even exist?
Has any of it ever really been
Anything more than a sensory dream?

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You are caught up in delusion
Because you would rather live out a delusion
Than face the truth squarely.

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In the grand play of consciousness,
You are as young as the day you were born.
All time in the mind is the illusion born of imagination.

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All those little hoards of gold and material possessions
Are not going to do your progeny much good
If there’s no world in which to spend it.

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Below the radar, boys and girls, stay below the radar.

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Of course there is one god, and we are all of it.

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There are far worse dreams than Self.

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It all boils down to this moment.
Such is the nothingness
Playing out time.

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No brag, just fact.

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Om out.

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As it is for you,
It is for every one.

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Who is who? What is what?
When is when? Why is why?
Where is where? How is how?

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Life, do not get too attached to it.

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It is up to you to figure out your universe.

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You will move until you are content enough to be still.

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It may be less about being who you are, than being what you are.

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How was it that you were never taught to love your true Self?

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Even godness doesn’t know how it ends … for now.

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Peace allows the heart to grow fonder.

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It is a curious thing, is it not,
That no life form across this universe
Has ever viewed its own face.

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My god, but we do quibble
Over such nonsensical blather.

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There is no rise without a fall.
That is a statistical certitude.

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Remind me again,
Is it remember to forget?
Or forget to remember?

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In play.

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Such a bad joke.

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Continuity is the illusion of imagination.

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Love your Self, and nothing else will really matter.

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All we are is the imagination of consciousness attached to itself.

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Are you an identity passing through time and space?
Or awareness witnessing a mirage?

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Yes being no to some, and no, yes to others,
Pretty much sums up the course of history.

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What seems obvious to one
May make absolutely no sense to another.
A curious truth, indeed.

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Is a volcano any more than a zit
Erupting on yet another face?

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You daily pretend this identity,
And what, pray tell, for?

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All these labels for things,
Both large and small,
That we cannot even see.

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No matter where or when,
Each and every part and particle
Across this eternal hologram,
Is of the same oneness.

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Is a beautiful gold ring about the ring
Or the gold from which it is made?

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You are held to samsara
By your attachment to the senses
And the myriad thoughts they bring to mind.

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There are certain mindsets that harbor separation,
Divisiveness and ignorance more than others.

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Every life form is a witness, but few are aware of its eternal nature.

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What torment the body has gone through to harbor you.
Give it a reprieve from all your silliness.

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You are not anything sounds laden with concept
Can ever even for a trace of a moment create.

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All any one can do
Is try to pay attention to the passing moment
As much as mind will allow.

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The faces and names may change,
But the dream is still the same.

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Are you facing death,
Or is death facing you?

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Embrace all, release all.

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So much suffering, and for what?

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To keep from fillin’, ya gots to keep spillin’.

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Observe the genuine relativity of all things,
Until you discern the absoluteness of all things.

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Why should you ever fear the truth of what you really are?

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Without so-called goodness, evil would be unable to measure its successes.

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The awareness prior to consciousness is there to be discerned
In every single moment that any given mind choicelessly attends.

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How can all your traditions, rituals and superstitions
Ever allow you to exist in the freedom
Of the unfolding present?

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Find the tabula rasa of the stillness within.

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Say no to yourself, and yes to your Self.

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You will reappear until you decipher
You are neither mind nor body nor role
But through your inattentive volition.

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How long will you continue the lie?

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To become as vulnerable
As a flower basking in the sun,
Is as simple as it gets.

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Be anonymous within and without.

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Eternal salvation is not what you think.

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Ahh, the eternal bliss … Discerned again.

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A mind beyond all boundaries is all it can be.

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Given the choice,
Would you want to be born again
In another body, another time, another geography?

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Every given life form must play out its mortal fate in the theater of time.

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Technology cannot save you from that which you most fear.

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In your ultimate nature, you are neither male nor female.

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Political peace is founded on power and control.
Inner peace on the choice to surrender to one’s Self.

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Death is merely the mortal shell falling away,
And the Soul as still and immortal
As it has ever been.

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All dreams in any heavens and hells
Are born of the same divine source.
There is no other but in ignorance.

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It is the scriptures that are relevant,
Not the religions that befell them.

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You need only to see it to be it.

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Prior to all labels, you are.

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Heaven is a hard-won hell.

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To whom would you ever deny this?

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Status quo may not be the best place to be standing.

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You were born to awaken, and live time’s every moment anew.

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If you are not tuned with the rhythms of Mother Nature,
Then you are against her one and only mode,
And she does not long tolerate fools.

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You are not required to be a victim of the given mind.
The trick is not allowing it to ever happen again.

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Forget everything as often as time allows.

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All life is you in one form or another.

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Morality is a fabrication of mind.

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Free, at last.

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What say ye, Pilgrim?

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Where is the beginning of you?
Where is the ending?

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The planet needs for humankind
To tone down its cancerous behavior,
And too few are listening.

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The other is only there for you to discern
That which you really are and are not.

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Wandering the blade of irony and paradox.

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A matrix by any other name would play the same.

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It seems real until it becomes obvious it is not.
Once you see it, you are the burning bush.

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Discussing god over lattes is not without irony.

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From chaos, order, and from order, chaos.

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They who are samsara cannot see you,
And they who discern you
Are made real.

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Why would the judgment of any other
Possibly matter to that which sees all.

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Whatever infinity is or is not, you are.

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And after all is said and done,
Your are all that is left
Wandering on.

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What were they thinking?

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What is left to entice you
Into the samsara of your mind?

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Wander beyond the limits of any other.

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The aliens have landed, and they are we.

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Do you really care, or merely feel like you should?

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All you really have is this ephemeral now.
You are not what you think.
Let go of time.
Your are the eternal totality.

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We as a species have not really even begun
To use the mind to its fullest potential.

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The weakest, the slowest, the diminished,
All set limits on whatever will happen.

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Being born again has nothing to do
With this silly little play of consciousness.
The hollow personality is not that
Of which herein is spoken.

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Any given mind’s potential is far more
Than a bastion of useless trivia
And worldly pursuits.

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Samadhi breath.

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Money makes the world go round,
Money makes the world go down.

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Straddling the abyss in so many ways.

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Physical death will come
In a passing moment not unlike this one.
It has nothing to do with you.
Be not proud.

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It all boils down to this singular moment,
One now flowing seamlessly into the next,
And that is all any thing, any one really is.


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The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
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