31 October 2013

Chapter 282 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


CCLXXXII

Bliss? Joy? Ecstasy? Rapture?
Perhaps sometimes in the once and a while,
But more often, in this particular mind, through these eyes,
Words like cynical, sardonic, wry, ironic, paradoxical,
Are more accurate descriptors of the attitude.
Someday, perhaps, joy will effervesce,
But, until then, let what it is
Play on as it will.

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Love does not require decapitated flowers.

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The layers of subtlety run deep, indeed.

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The relativity is an ever-changing fact.

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Less every day.

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Masked and anonymous.

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So many ways to aggravate the mind.

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Always curious how many misdeeds
Can be gotten away with right in plain sight.

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Dark … dark … the Force … too dark to see.

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There has never been anything before right now.

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It either comes to you or not.
No predicting who, what, where, when, why or how.

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The young ever inherit the world as it is,
And they, in turn, pass it on as they have imbibed it to the next generation,
Each playing out the grand theater as time allows.
So it goes.

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Why be concerned what any other thinks of you
When all are ultimately nothing more
Than manifest imagination?

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Ponder, if you will … field notes of the damned.

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God and the devil, are they really so different?

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Mother Nature can only be savaged so long
Before she exacts her revenge on all.

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Seeing how things work,
How can life not become
A simpler state of being.

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Deny the truth,
And your continued suffering
Is assured.

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Even if no one else
Was ever to awaken again,
It doesn’t really matter.

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But that won’t happen, now, will it?

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Pleasure and pain have a tendency
To draw even the most determined
Back into the weaving of mortal faire.

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It has been there all the time.
It just takes a subtle, attentive, fearless mind
To discern the truth of it, that’s all.

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‘Tis but the vanity of masks and costumes.

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That called good, that called evil
Are merely temporal states of mind.
Whether calm or angry, all waves
Are ever of the same ocean.

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You can take it or leave it.
No matter to me,
I got mine.
Just sharing the wealth.

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The world is a birthing ground,
The world is a graveyard,
All rolled into one.

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A world with a view.

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If your ancestors are watching,
It’s likely through your eyes.

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Do you spring from the universe,
Or the universe from you?
A bit of both, really.

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For whose greater good do you parley?

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Sexuality and other cravings lead us all
Down paths the wisdom distilled
Would never take again.

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To doubt, or not to doubt, that is the queston.

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The worldwide Ponzi scheme is unraveling,
As all imbalances of mind inevitably must.

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Pen to paper is the most efficient means
To communicate this concept or that
In the squalling winds of time.
And even in that medium
There is no guarantee
You will be heard.

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Do you choose delusion or truth?
The answer will be the thread
Of your life’s journey.

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Fooled you again.

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In how many ways
Desire twists and turns
Each and every one.

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Nothing changes all the time.

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Hard to know how to play that one.

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It is just sex, what is all the trip about it?

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They into your mind, and you into theirs.

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Who sees you but those who know themselves.

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What need does a true skeptic have for hope.

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The curse of mortality lies in its definition.

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Rather than judge another,
Try becoming them, discern their world.
In that seeing, how can there be
Anything but compassion?

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You learned whatever you sought to be
Here, right now.

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The currents of thought
Are of the great sea, the great spirit,
The great mind you truly are.

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Discern the contentment
Of your own awareness.

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In order there is chaos,
And in chaos, order.

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Kiss:  Keep It Simple, Stupid.

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Answered that one your Self, eh?

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When did your world begin to coalesce?

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The banquet of nothingness is an imaginary repast.

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A hodgepodge of thoughts of a wander through time.

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The penchant for passion and pleasure is hard-wired.
A most challenging fact, and not easily moderated.

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The final unifying equation, simply said:
You are the infinity, witness to all creation.

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Those yet to come with rue the Eighth Day
We have all played such a part in creating.

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Recollection is the greatest recreation
For those few ready to push on
To the stillness of eternity.

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Every moment passes the same.
Only the state of mind changes.

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This assertion or that,
What matter,
Really?

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Nicely done.

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Love if it is your nature,
But at least attempt to tolerate
The seemingly countless differences
You so often find provocative.

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Judgment is harsh,
And for so little real reason,
Especially those invoked upon one Self.

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There are many things
You might have done differently,
But would you be where you are, right now?

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The ultimate vision a scientific mind has to offer.

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In all honesty, you are pretty locked in, as well.

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Argue your ignorance, and you will likely win.

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Discern the perfection in every step,
Every action, every breath, every word.

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Curious that so few find the courage
To discern and awaken to the truth within.

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No need for a publisher when the work
Is destined to be freely given
To all who seek it.

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Much easier to hate than to love.

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It is only life, it is only death.

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Pain and pleasure tend to teach
What is really important in life.

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See each individual drop of its Self,
And yet as part of the same stream.

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Let us attempt to set aright our many errors.

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You do not need to continue playing the part
Once you see you are not what you thought.

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It is you, indeed, who created the stars and dust between.
You who fathom the manifest in a way
No other can.

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Your perfection is not what it seems in the mirror.

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Pain steeps in imagination.

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Concoct this.

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Time to unfurl the sails.

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The power of mind and body
Tap into the quantum origin.

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Why wouldn’t it be possible
For godness to fashion all creation
From the dust of its origin?

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Being and allowing,
Such a simple challenge
Is set before you for all time.

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There is a world to be healed,
But first, physician, heal thy Self.

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The essential must be true for all,
Else it is not the truth.

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Will you remember these fleeting perceptions tomorrow?
The day after?  Or even the day after that?
Right now, ever the challenge.

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You were born with an infinite mind
That was eternally molded by time and circumstance
Into the you, you think is you, but is not,
Never was, and never will be.

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Is there anything more ludicrous, more insubstantial
Than worrying about what any Jones
Thinks of you?

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It is within your agape quantum presence
That you will find the peace of grace.

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Steel on the inside, velvet on the outside.
Or is it the other way around?

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The maelstrom is underway.

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Catch up with the words.

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Done went native.

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Necessity is not a plan.

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Your universe did not exist
Until you became conscious
Of the patterning that prevailed.

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So much to remember to forget.

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Consciousness
Is like an unstable isotope
Creating … preserving … destroying …
Simultaneously every single moment … for all time.

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The process of waking and forgetting can be very excruciating.
So challenging not to be hypnotized again and again
By the play of the senses drawing you out.

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To enjoy even the most simple things
Is to have achieved the highest order.

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You will take anything to the level
At which you are most comfortable.

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Don’t mimic someone else.
Be your Self.

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Everything, so sharp.
Everything, so vague.

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In every time, in every space,
You are.

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Learn to chuckle at it all if you are able.
A fool who takes himself seriously
Is less than a fool can be.

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Life, a brief flurry of imagination,
Nothingness playing out in every way
Upon the fumes of consciousness.

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We are all nothing more than sacks of perceptions.

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Other than life being the mystery it is,
There has never really been a tangible point to it.
And within all of it, the amusing irony at all our vain attempts
At giving it every possible meaning and purpose.


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The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
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