06 November 2013

Chapter 287 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


CCLXXXVII

Ambition and greed have scarred this garden world
Well beyond the time humankind will wander its face.

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It matters much less where you start, than where you finish.

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What is obvious to one, rarely seems to be to another.

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There is no heaven or hell until you create it.
All duality, all separation, is imagined.

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Memories line the corridors of the mind.

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Once and awhile, you manage
To do a little bit of everything.

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Dreamtime, streamtime.

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Yoga is about union within,
Not about the achievement
Of this posture, or that pose.

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If you are going to enable someone,
At least do it to their fullest potential.

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It is so obvious, yet we are so deluded
That it never even occurs to all but a few
Who must often suffer greatly to divulge it.

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Does the bird lay its eggs before it builds its nest?

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Within all there is a quality of mind waiting to be discovered.

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It might be called free will if it were not so predictable.

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There is ultimately really only one thing to know.

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Curious how masks and costumes
Seem to so well match the personality.

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Wrestling with your Self again, eh?

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No one has all the answers.

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The sweet spot is now,
Eternal life … forever.

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Mind gorp.

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Time is like that.

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In one form or another
In one fashion or another.
You are all and none of them.
They are in you, and you in them.

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We all play the same now
That point of suffering is a fulcrum
Into the vastness of the eternal moment.

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A line of work for which there is no job description.

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Every point and particle of all manifest existence is within you.

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You raise me from the dead, and we’ll have an issue.

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When it is all as nothing, you will be you.

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The first seer discerned it alone,
His version of the universe the teacher.
Yours is waiting to do the same.

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Nothing offered, nothing gained.

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Physician, heal thy Self.
Become the oneness you really are.

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We have obviously proven ourselves
More than adept at tool-making.

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You are not required to believe anything
But through your attachment to the dream.

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The prescription is awareness now.
There truly is no other.
Discern the depth of the aloneness,
And you will ascertain the reality of the totality.

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Entertaining as it may be,
None of this has ever truly existed
As anything more than a kaleidoscoping lightshow.

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What you is really there to declare anything mine or not mine?

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You are under no obligation to saddle your Self with any label ever again.

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Sometimes too effortless for thoughts to bear the stillness.

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An infinity of births and deaths in every moment.

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The dream plays out in the matrix of infinity.

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Thought is the smoke of consciousness.

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If loving is truly your inclination,
Then love everything in the highest,
Greatest way you can imagine.

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Now … a different way of living.

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Silly words!
Now is without any of them.

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Go directly to Now.
Do not pass samsara.

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If you do discern your Self,
You will do it in your own way.

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Always seek the underlying truth.

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It is most challenging
To be in the world, and not of it.
Samsara is, indeed, an intrepid adversary.

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There comes a point for all
When they must face mortality’s end
In whatever manner all-things-illusion dictates.

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There is a state of awareness within that is the real You,
The eternal witness from which the theater is cast.

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Why disrupt another’s dream beyond repair
Merely to gratify you own selfish ends?

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Delusion is strong is this one, Obi-Wan

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Every life form great or small
Is sovereign within the sensory kingdom
Of its given consciousness.

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You cannot bring flowers to oblivion.

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What is done cannot be undone.
What is undone cannot be re-done.

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Remold the mind into You.

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Such a dreamer you are.

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Drift with the river within.

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You are the stillness before time.
Let it be.

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What more does there ever need be than just enough?

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Love thy Self, discern the equilibrium between mind and heart.

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No need to continue being complicit in a game that no longer interests you.

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You know everything in your version of the dreaming.

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It has all been said and done by You,
Creator, Preserver, Destroyer of all things.

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Why would you need follow any idol
Once you discover you are That
From which all universes spring?

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Where is time but in the mind?
And who or what is master?

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Ye are what ye are.
Deal with it.

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Stand alone.

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All ambition gone.
Pleasantly found.

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Every instant brilliantly anew.

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Do your really care, or is it just a pose?

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To wander through any arena across time
Is the prerogative of those who would discern
The absoluteness of the eternal without and within.

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No need to force what every moment effortlessly brings.

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You never know who you will meet on any given day-to-day,
And you never know what they will offer you, or you, them.

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Exercise the big mind as inclination and capacity allow.

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To witness with all your beingness
That moment where time and space meet the road,
Is mind-altering and transcendent.

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Self passes on that which Self need not be.

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Every moment, another bit of wake.

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What is the true gourmet
But the one who can appreciate
The allness of reality within.

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Die to all concerns.

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Insight trumps the fear
Inspired by the unholy trinity
Of belief, faith and hope, any day.

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English, the most universal language
This world has ever, or will ever, know.

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The indivisible must be individually perceived.

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Total Self love
In the most unfathomable way,
Is the sovereign freedom some call eternal bliss.

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Existence, at times far, far, far more bother than it’s worth.

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Ignore the mind if you can muster the attention.

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Whenever you try to go back
To something you’ve already put behind you,
You often remember relatively quickly
Why you left it in the first place.

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If you can’t see the truth of your Self,
Get out more, and clean your glasses.

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Betrayal from so many corners,
So many unexpected directions.
Neither a borrower nor lender be.

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The real eternal You
Is neither shy nor arrogant,
Weak nor strong, wrong nor right,
Bad nor good, soft nor hard,
Nor any other fabrication
Cast by imagination’s
Myriad differences.

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Why are you afraid to enjoy
The pure awareness of your Self?
You do deserve it, you know.

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The refraction of every nowness
Is its own unfolding part and particle
Of the kaleidoscoping, holographic matrix.

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Think below the waterline, above the clouds.

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All seeds are born, live and die, unborn all the while.

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Please, not another waltzing dog and pony show.

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Samsara can be enjoyable, until it is not.

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So terribly, wonderfully alone, you are.

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It may seem to be megalomaniacal
To say I Am That I Am,
But it is far more so to deny it.

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Why feel remorse over anything
That aided in the return
To this point of awareness?

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Nothing Honey,
Watermelon Sugar,
Blossom Nectar,
Frosted Flakes,
Water Like Chocolate.

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Temet Nosce … Know thy Self.

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Freely received, freely passed on.

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If you are truly agape,
Then even that which kills you
Is part of the same matrix of indivisibility.

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How tiring to daily suffer so intensely, so unnecessarily.

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Epiphanies can be very addictive to the pondering mind, indeed.

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How can there be even a footprint along the path that never was.

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You must enjoy your suffering to so fear of total freedom.

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No thought of future, no thought of past,
What, pray tell, sort of mind is that?

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Spare the rod, spoil the child.
Spare the Xbox, spoil a consumer.

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In awareness, you bloom into Self.

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Of that which is that,
And that which is you,
You are it, and it is you.
There is no other,
Never was,
Will never be.

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No harm in that.

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Hear ye!  Hear ye!
Much ado about nothing
Done yet again this fine today.

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Look out those eyes, forget everything,
And witness the dreaming unknown.

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This too shall pass, as all things do,
In the streaming dreaming of consciousness.

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Such is the nature of eternal life,
That as immeasurable as it may in reality be,
It is ungraspable and fleeting from the sensory perspective.


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