30 November 2013

Chapter 294 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


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How far is it from your eye to the infinitesimal infinity?

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The body, the mind, the life, are all imagined.
Only awareness is now, then and forever.

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Abide in the realm of infinite possibility.

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Oops, was that just a little too real?

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It is just a matter of time.

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Tick, tick, tick.

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Maybe, maybe not.

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Nothing for which to live.
Nothing for which to die.

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In your own dream, anyway.

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The unbearable lightness of being.

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Changing the world one mind at a time.

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Nothing to prove, nothing to justify, nothing to defend.

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Everything is just playing out different seeds of the same origin.

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There are worse things about which to be mad.

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It is all truth, even the crashing waves.

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Like sees like, and all see differences.

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It is not you who is doing anything.
This matrix universe is its own affair.

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There’s sure a lot of bullshit
To sift through in this absurd world.
Hint: It’s all bullshit.

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Imagination is its own prison.

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No matter the assertions,
Intent is always shown
In words and deeds.

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The quest for truth
Is as scientific an inquiry
As you could ever hope to imagine.

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Everything has its patterning,
Its play of capacities and limitations
Within the infinity of that which is flawless.

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Another cloak of vanity bandying about
In its own narcissistic, make-believe bubble.

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The vapor of a dream is nothing to sneeze about.

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Any book is the greatest if you have not read anything else.

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You are the eternal harvest born of limitation.

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But is it true? the first and last question.

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Everything is an agreed-upon lie.

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Enough of the gamesmanship
Of all the players of Soul.
Time to stand alone,
As you truly always have.

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There it is, found it again.

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Walkabout watchabout.

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Managing nothing
Can take a lot of effort,
If you’re not mindful.

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Logistical madness.

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Wake up, wake up,
You princes of Maine,
You kings of New England.

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Imagine an existence
Without the delusions of vanity.
After all, you already are absolutely everything
You could ever hope to be.

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You cannot really help anyone who relies on ignorance for sanction.

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Personality is nothing more than a brief, imaginary distortion of consciousness.

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Tourist meccas are designed for people with way too much money,
Who are likely already far too advanced in needing
Far less food, wine and song.

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From face the face, the same conversation.

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Pride and prejudice are always blinding.

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Bobbing up and down in the deep end.

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If there is a god, hopefully, he/she/it
Isn’t as judgmental and vain as we.

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The quest for the only truth
Requires a discerning doubt
Which will stop at nothing.

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Identity is the delusion.

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Just scribing a vision.
If it doesn’t work for you,
No worries, move on.

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Dip a toe into the stream,
And allow the current pull you
Into its timeless, changeless flow.

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Nothing rooted in imagination is real.

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Nothing, all that is left after everything is said, after everything is done.

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"2,000 Years and Counting" starring Woody Allen as Jesus.

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To plus or minus seven billion people,
You’re at most just another number, another statistic
Only a relative few will ever even meet you,
Must less perceive you exist.
So to even pretend
Others really give a flying hooey about you,
Or that you really care about them,
Is unutterable balderdash.

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How predictably, boring, dull, insipid, tedious,
Dreary, and generally weak and pathetic,
The human paradigm has become.

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All manifestation is absolutely related.

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Another day underway.
Dance or slog, your choice.

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Go, figure.

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Turn time on its head.
Be your Self.

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To what ends any idea,
Any invention might be used,
Only time’s scrolling can ever tell.

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The capacity for the ultimate freedom
Is for those few whose only real longing
Is to melt back into the eternal nature.

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Saints and sinners, angels and demons,
Are all roving the same playing field,
Just in different states of mind.
We all walk the same stage
In different universes.

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Turn the lens and peer within.
Discern your mind-body identity
As indifferently as you do any other,
And free your Self of it.

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Have you got it, yet?
Or should the question really be,
Has it gotten you?

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Et Cetera.

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To fully hear any speaker,
You must first be receptive
To the frame of reference.

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Landscape, or dreamscape?

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 “They would not listen,
They’re not listening still,
Perhaps they never will …”
And so they must pay a price
That did not have to be.

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The first and last freedom
Is for those whose only yearning
Is to merge back into the eternal nature.

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How can any earnest seeker follow
When there are no footprints to track.
And no direction to which to point, either.

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How some are drawn to it and others not, well that is a mystery.

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Usurp the usurper until they have nothing left to usurp.

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There is no formula in the union of Self
It is a voluntary surrender to the unknown,
To that which is prior to consciousness.

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Just killing time until it kills you.

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If you don’t love your Self,
Who else really can?

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If it were not for gravity,
In what sort of manifestation
Would you be floating?

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Eternity just whizzing along.

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What is important is not
What another thinks of you,
But what you think of your Self,
And even that isn’t important, really.

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Peaceful coexistence, what a concept.

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Not in my back yard,
Somebody else should do it,
It is somebody else’s problem or issue.
The scarcity of personal responsibility, participation,
Ownership, sacrifice, discipline, community.
What a self-absorbed species we are.

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Sitting attentively, totally present, eyes closed,
At the center court of some swarming event,
An auditory streaming of the eternal mind.

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You need not be brilliant to see truth.
Sometimes the most simple
See the most obvious
More clearly
Than any complex mind ever will.

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To observe the awareness closely
Is to discern your eternal nature.

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Is any dream worth believing?

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Consciousness is the chaff,
Awareness the kernel.

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Pin the tail on the dragon.

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Once you forget everything,
You approach everything
With the same quality of mind.

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Nothing can be where nothing is.

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Another speck of self-absorption.

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Give your self over to Self,
And the dream will ever be the same.

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To be bound by the limits of mortality is not for all.

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The spiritual quest is nothing if not truly democratic.

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The truth has been articulated by many
Who have never, and will never, be heard.

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The mystery of awareness
Is the immortal witness,
Indifferent to all fates.

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Self unmasked.

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Be formless.

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Duality is the lie.

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Another day of nothing ado.

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If you know no different,
To what is there to compare it?

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A poor memory can be a great blessing.
It certainly aids in the forgiveness zone.

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Even if some of the conspiracies are true,
Other than whine, moan, gripe and complain,
What, pray tell, are you really going to do about it?

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The senses are enticing sirens,
Especially the eyes, every moment drawing you out
Into the infinite universe within.

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The creative mind often suffers so intensely that creation is the only salve.

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Every frame of reference, no matter how large, discerns its boundary.

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At some point any earnest seeker
Finally discerns the truth that has been so long sought,
That it was really all nothing from the get-go.

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There are many layers to any given deception,
And the essence of all, the same.
How could it not be?

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Within the gushing stillness of awareness
The answer to any and all questions.

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What will be your fatal distraction?

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Each must ultimately discern
Their own way very much alone,
Despite all those around them.

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On the precipice of victory
In any given competition,
There can be no compassion
Until the last sword is surrendered.

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Some things seem to take
A fair amount time
To wrap your head around.
Maybe even a few trillion lifetimes or so.

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Give the mind over to the totality of awareness
You truly are, have ever been, will ever be.

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Such a level of non-caring as to be absolutely free.


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The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
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