26 November 2013

Chapter 293 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


CCXCIII

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

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

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

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If it is, so what?
If it isn’t, so what?

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Nature has no politics.
It can never be obsolete.
Those who disregard its laws
Do so at their own peril.

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Consciousness doe not for reality make.

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Please feel free to go bother someone else.

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

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You cannot contain that which has no boundaries.

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

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I know you take this all very seriously, so please pardon me for laughing.

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

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

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Take it or leave it, it doesn’t really matter.
It’s your show to do with whatever you will.

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Every niche has its patterning,
A machine humming away
In its own little context.

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Why run when you can walk.

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Ignorance and foolishness
Are as born of the same source
As knowledge and wisdom.

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Hope and faith
Are monkey-mind gorp,
Meaningless from the inception.
Why believe anything?

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

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The whole knowing thing is so overdone.

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

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

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Like a cat with a mouse, gravity toys with all.

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Muster as much kindness as you can bear.

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Counting down … tick … tick … tick …

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

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Seeds sprout, flowers wither.

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‘Tis but a dream,
Attachment to which
Only enhances the pain.

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Imitation is in the eye of the beholder.

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Whole universes are made and destroyed
In less than the blink of an eye,
And in just one breath,
How many more.

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Forces set upon each other by arbitrary constraints.

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

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

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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.

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

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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.

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Now is a challenging place to hang.

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You cannot save a dream.

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

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Seemed like free will at the time.

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

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

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Everybody holding fast to the mirage of imagination.

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

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

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

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

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Doubt is the key to getting back home.
Doubt everything and everybody
To the depth of your being.

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Some things must steep awhile
Before they become palatable
To the ever-resistant multitude.

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Die to what you are not,
Have never been,
Will never be.

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So very much alone.

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It is when you stand up
That you discern whether or not
You’ve reached your limit.

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

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When that end does inevitably come,
Will you go weeping, screaming, clawing,
Or dive into it whole-heartedly, mindlessly free?

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No followers in the assembly of the transcendent unknown.
All tend to evaporate once the truth within becomes apparent.

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

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So many with so much, with so little gratitude.

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You really believe god is separate from you?
How is that even possible?

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The fruits of all labor are as nothing.

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Let it all go.
Innocence can be reborn.

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Pay attention.
Enjoy it as ye may.
Time passes very quickly.

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It always begins anew right now.

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Speculation does not for truth make.

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You need not justify anything to anyone.

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

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Be that momentary awareness within the womb of existence.

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To assert a dogmatic belief in god is to miss experiencing its reality.

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Is there anything but vanity?

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Truth is not something at which all marvel.

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Reality is for those who lack imagination.

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Your true wealth is immeasurable.

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Discern the real you
That even prior to conception
Has ever been the same.

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Language shapes you,
Confines you, deceives you,
Into believing it all real.

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All that matters is what works.

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God is the invention of ignorance.

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Another arbitrary day born of mind.

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Another monkey ensnared in the tribal mind.

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

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Awareness is the stage upon which the set is built.

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You had it effortlessly as a child.
The challenge is to discern and own it again,
To be the streaming awareness you before time so freely were.

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Assuming any opinion really matters, yours is as valid as anyone’s.

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

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Everything in the wake before you know it,
Awareness ever streaming on,
Unstoppable.

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We are all within and without each other.

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

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If nothing could be counted,
How would it be immeasurable?

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Holding onto things
That can’t be held onto
Is always awkward business,
Especially once nothing
Is in your grasp.

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So much quibbling over nothing.

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

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Wealth, power and renown are the means to do many things
Which are not needed for happiness and contentment to flower.

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

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

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

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The herd must have its fad.

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It is all you, it is all me.
Dream on.

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Some wisdom is practical.
Some wisdom is not.

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

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Always trying to prove something
That doesn’t need it even if it could be.

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

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How upset we can become by our own expectations.

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Why leave any teaching up to the potentially
Error-filled translation of oral tradition,
When so many technologies are now available
For anyone to get the full Monty version for themselves.

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

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The ether of each moment sustains the next,
The stream of consciousness the mortar
Which binds all in imaginary notion.

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Any salesman who might have claimed
Existence would be easy was lying.
Always pays to read the fine print.

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Mediocrity wins yet again.

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Seek remedy within.

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So many meaningless games.
Ceaseless, unrelenting, merciless.

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Are you really the body
To which you are so attached,
And how is it you came to believe it so?

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

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See ye the true reality of all things
Great, 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 Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
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