CCLXXXVIII
Sure, sure, sure … yes, yes, yes … I know, I know, I know …
It is just a sandbox for awareness to play its Self out,
But, damnation, it is not easy to watch
Such an astounding world
Get destroyed before your very eyes.
* * * *
Without inner reflection, vanity knows no bounds.
* * * *
It is from the essential vitality of awareness
That all things come into being.
Consciousness
Is merely a megaphone.
* * * *
Hope, such a lie.
* * * *
The grand theater launched
In a now so long ago
As to be this very moment,
And will be at its dissolution, as well.
* * * *
Within and without the stillness of awareness,
The winds of imagination’s movement
Journey whatever dimension
Imagination yearns.
* * * *
Desire and fear and dread will not fall away
Until complete and utter attention is given to the movement
From which all make-believe rises into being.
* * * *
You are witness to the quantum theater, mortal in dreamtime only.
* * * *
Why believe in god when you can realize and know you are that which is god?
* * * *
All the innumerable things to which you so passionately cling
– Culture, language, sexuality, creed, fame, fortune, power –
They are all imagined, their reality but a figment of mind.
* * * *
Trying to convince your Self once again, are we?
* * * *
What a heavy price so many life forms from great to small
Have paid to abide human presence in this quantum theater.
* * * *
If you live fully engaged in the moment, death’s shadow is of little consequence.
* * * *
What more wondrous a garden world
Could possibly have been created,
And what have we done with it?
* * * *
The journey is the destination.
* * * *
An experiment whose course is set, and the outcome already digested.
* * * *
What a constant distraction the body can be with all its cravings and pains.
Not easy to let go when the senses, like sirens, beckon you toward the rocks.
* * * *
Conscious is born of the insecurity of the mind in time.
* * * *
Awareness, cleaved only by the imaginary pretenses of consciousness.
* * * *
Another “Duh!” moment streams by, unnoticed among so many others.
* * * *
More than a little ironic, more than a little paradoxical, more than a little amusing,
To be considered mad, to be consider odd, in an insane asylum.
Something of a badge of honor, so to speak.
* * * *
No matter the appearance, no matter the dimension, no matter anything,
There is no place you can ever be but right here, right now,
So best deal with it as clearly and completely
As the given dream allows.
* * * *
Those who condemn others to hell are likely already in it.
* * * *
Another day of gravity slowly pulling the dreamer
Back into Mother Nature’s impartial embrace.
* * * *
How can a true mystery ever be solved?
* * * *
Within every now, eternity.
* * * *
So infinite as to be absolutely nothing.
* * * *
If you are not streaming, you are dreaming.
* * * *
Debating a meme is about as meaningful as going at it with a graffiti-covered wall.
* * * *
The future will not know what it has missed, but it will likely miss what it does not know.
* * * *
Seek ye a pathway to heaven?
Well, seek it here now, my fine friend,
For it does not abide in some future there then.
* * * *
It is always tough being on the wrong end of a Ponzi scheme.
* * * *
That you fathom it to your satisfaction is more than enough.
* * * *
Awareness is eternity, the first and last freedom.
* * * *
From ambition springs every sort of mischief.
* * * *
God created you, and then you created him.
Or her … or it … or whatever.
It is all made up,
So why could it possibly matter?
* * * *
Sometimes you have got to dig through a lot of muck to find the diamond.
* * * *
Cynics are made, not born.
* * * *
Be as free as you will be
After that last wheezing breath,
The moment before you were born.
* * * *
Gravity entices us to expand into imagination.
* * * *
It is absorbing to imbibe every play of thought.
Just try to remember their reality is but a figment.
* * * *
Organized religion is the imaginary offspring of minds inspired by dread of the unknown.
Embrace the unknown, and the trepidation dissolves into the nothingness it ever was.
* * * *
Much easier to superficially idolize a form or concept
Than it is to discern what it truly represents within.
* * * *
All these two-leggeds so attached
To their dumbphones and myriad other devices.
So connected in every conceivable way, yet so afraid to be alone,
Even walking from the grocery store back to their car.
* * * *
So full of everything as to be completely empty.
* * * *
The capacity some have for over-the-top delusion
Is both an arduous and fascinating thing to witness.
* * * *
Improvise .. Adapt … Overcome … or eternally whine and moan forever more.
* * * *
If you enjoy greed and hate and pathos, have we got a world for you.
* * * *
To be open to all possibilities, and bound by none, that is god.
* * * *
Where there is smoke, there is illusion.
* * * *
Of course it is all an act.
The vast cosmos in your mind
Is the only theater you will ever know.
* * * *
Geographic assumptions do not for truth make.
* * * *
Truth is for those who have run out of personal agenda.
* * * *
Everything hinges upon your attachment to the theater playing out around you.
* * * *
Before you call someone else crazy or twisted or strange,
Maybe you should take a little closer look in the mirror.
* * * *
You will have to let go of everything sooner or later.
May as well start practicing right here, right now.
* * * *
Not easy to pay full attention every moment.
The mind is, indeed, a wayward wanderer.
* * * *
What’s the inside of that mask look like, Lone Ranger?
* * * *
Amazing how many ways any given body has in its repertoire to both please and torture.
* * * *
Nothing has never really happened.
* * * *
No one can free you, but you.
* * * *
No news would be the good news.
* * * *
Any bickering over this mystery is absurd.
What is there really to squabble about,
Over the one and only reality for all?
* * * *
To use the eloquent strength of rhetoric
Merely to win arguments and not pursue truth,
Is akin to being advocate for a blood-splattered client.
* * * *
Stuff the mind and body as much as you please, you will never fill the void.
* * * *
Like water over a flame, everything boils down to nothing.
* * * *
Immortality is within every moment’s streaming.
* * * *
Doubt is the blade of discrimination that will slice and dice until the gold is struck.
* * * *
Are you not weary of all the petty visions of god inspired by small-mindedness?
* * * *
Nothing has ever been the same.
* * * *
And why would it matter that your dream does not fathom the real you in its Self?
* * * *
Are you really any more than awareness dreaming a three-dimensional mirage?
* * * *
We all start out the given blueprint
In the geographical assumption
In which the seed took root.
Some stay put, others move on,
But the foundation remains the same.
* * * *
The body and breath stream in reality; the mind snap-crackle-pops in time.
* * * *
Surrender to the aloneness that is the true nature.
It is the still awareness, the eternal life you truly are.
* * * *
If you had just sixty seconds to live, what would you do with it?
* * * *
A conditioned life is connecting the dots as the given programming ordains.
* * * *
Put behind you anyone who attempts to stand in the way,
Or charge a middleman’s fee, for you to be
The you, you truly are,
Have ever been, and will ever be.
* * * *
Anonymity within and without is the greatest freedom.
* * * *
Clinging to some fantasy will not make it at all real.
* * * *
Another day of quantum dreaming underway.
* * * *
Curious how the blasphemers are so often the first to accuse others of blaspheme.
* * * *
Stilling the mind, being only awareness, every moment, is the challenge for all.
* * * *
The true scientist does not tolerate lies, nor blink at truth.
* * * *
Less the greatest story ever told, than just another story ever told.
* * * *
The talking heads will ever chatter their heads off.
The only issue is whether or not you keep listening.
* * * *
What direction can there be to that which is unknown?
* * * *
Everything happens as slow as fast is, and as fast as slow is.
* * * *
Political correctness, a disease of monkey-mindedness.
* * * *
Even the most deplorable demons ever known
Were once laughing, wailing newborns.
What happened that innocence
Became so contorted,
So twisted,
As to be called evil?
* * * *
All beginnings are all endings, and befores, in-betweens, and afters, too.
* * * *
No one is really the who-what-where-when-why-how
They in dreamtime imagine themselves to be.
All are that which is infinite totality.
There are no exceptions,
Not even you.
* * * *
Those were the daze.
* * * *
Is god alive, is god dead, or is there even a god at all?
Look closely within, and you will discern it a refection of you.
* * * *
Everyone is a critic.
Much simpler than listening.
Much easier than striving to understand.
Much easier than allowing the other
Is really no different than you.
* * * *
Is the mind really any more than a set of patterns
To which each of us in our own way subscribes?
* * * *
Imagination is enticing, oftentimes demanding, but is it real, or merely neural imagery?
* * * *
Is the rope a snake? Or the snake a rope? Perception is all … and nothing.
* * * *
The body is a temporal vessel
For the mystery to witness its mystery.
Enlightenment is discerning it.
Liberation, living it.
* * * *
It is, indeed, divine madness.
* * * *
You want to be your angel?
Well, look within, Pilgrim.
* * * *
No one to save; only to wake up.
* * * *
How vulnerable a flower must be to open itself up to the sun,
And not dread being trampled by some nonchalant wanderer.
* * * *
And when all plays are done, you will still be you.
* * * *
Do you see the game you daily play?
* * * *
Memes, you are surrounded by memes.
* * * *
The remedy to self-destruction is intelligence.
* * * *
What can any dream possibly offer to the real you?
* * * *
Undying, this eternal mind born of time.
* * * *
Absolute freedom is the only given.
* * * *
Guard against it being about you.
* * * *
Pretty matter of fact, really.
* * * *
To want nothing is to want for nothing.
* * * *
It is the freedom of those who require nothing.
* * * *
By whatever sword one carries, each perishes alone.
* * * *
Peer back to what you were
Before the conditioning took root,
And molded you into eternal dreamtime.
* * * *
Awareness.
What could be more simple?
It is not your awareness, nor my awareness.
Just awareness … pure, simple, free.
* * * *
We are all the sons and daughters of man and woman.
We are all the sons and daughters of irony and paradox.
* * * * * * * * * *
The Return to Wonder
Field Notes from the Unknown
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
World Rights Reserved