07 December 2013

Chapter 296 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


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The devolving world humankind has fashioned,
Is so beyond anything anyone has any ability to control,
That it’s not really even worth bothering about.
All anyone can do is try to be prepared
For anything and everything
When the gale hits.

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You had your cake and ate it, too, of course, duh.

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Inattention is a sure road to suffering.

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Pressed for time.
How is that?

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Oh, sweet pain.

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It is all made up.
There is no other.
It is truly all you.

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Twisted monkeys.

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One and only.
Such a limiting concept.

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Are you trying to prove the point?

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For there to be such a thing as meaning,
Some must live a meaningless existence.

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Remember who you really are, and know that it is true.

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Do you seek comfort, or do you seek truth?
They may or may not be mutually exclusive.

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Are you plugged into the universe,
Or is it plugged into you?
Perhaps both, perhaps neither.

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Everything is in the mind.
Let go of it, and you are free.
Quite simple, really.

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Lazier by the moment.

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Love your Self.
Invoke happiness
In the greatest sense.
Agape, pure, simple, free.

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Slipping into Never-Never Land.
Foolish? Delusional? Crazy? Mad?
Or just paying close attention?

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Organized religion is just another outlet
For vanity to play out its silly little games.

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So many minds mesmerized
By so many fabrications claimed true,
That the transparency of truth is perceived the lie.

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If it were not but a dream,
Would you be bound by time and space?
Or would you perhaps linger in one singular moment, forever?
Or even be the entire universe and beyond?

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Steep in the wonder of it, and weep for joy
That you have touched upon the truth
Abiding within all and none.

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Prayer is just more internal chatter.
Still the thought, and the eternal
Will make apparent the way.

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Quantum intelligence,
The indivisibly singular foundation
Of all things great and small.

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Speak what can be heard,
Reflect what can be observed,
Radiate what can be smelled,
Nourish what can be tasted,
Tend what can be touched.

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To discern the truth within
Is to be eternally lost,
Never to be found.

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Experiences stream by,
Thoughts whizz to and fro,
And all the while, the witness,
The one and only observer,
Motionless in their midst.

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What a challenge it is
To daily abide the absurdity,
The inanity of this manifest plane.
One must maintain the detachment of god.

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It is from the vast depths of the infinity prior to mind,
From which awareness bubbles into consciousness.

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No matter how exceedingly wonderful,
Or tediously mundane any given experience,
All are equally warehoused in the dusty,
Vague neuron trail of perception.

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Every dimension of human consciousness,
Self-centered, proud, narcissistic,
In its own unique way.

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The body is merely a means
To witness the mortal dimension.
A hearty feast for the eyes of a chosen few
Whose destiny it is to awaken.
Esoteric, indeed.

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No world, no species, no life form,
Can withstand the onslaught
Of industrialized warfare
Upon its numbers.

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There is nothing to gain,
There is nothing to lose.

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So much ponder
A mere body does invoke
To daily reconcile.

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Truly as still as the ocean depths.

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Even gazillions of minds
Agreeing on one thing or another,
Can never make an untruth real, right, or true.
Delusion is a many-flavored concoction,
Beguiling to any lacking insight.

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Vanity can generally only be pried from cold, dead hands.

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Not likely many creatures suffer death lightly.

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Down the road a piece, not sure how far,
There’s a grave with your name on it.
If they can find the body, that is.

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Many things matter for awhile.
Many more do not for longer.

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If nothing is calling you,
Who is listening?

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Cry, baby, cry,
And, oh, by the way,
Welcome to hell on earth.
Best wishes.

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The Rubicon is crossed.
There is no turning back.

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Nothing to do, really,
But watch the show drift on by
For whatever time remains.

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Another suit dreaming of conquest
When he's not collecting the paycheck.

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To the question
Who is the I that asserts I am?
There is but one answer, and one must cross all boundaries
To clearly discern its source within.

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A vast ocean so infinitely full, so infinitely empty,
As to be the source of all consciousness,
Cloaked in every form the mystery
Can seemingly concoct.

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Be ye a harbor for truth and clarity,
Or for every sort of lie and delusion?

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From boxes, more box thinking.

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'Tis vanity that pulls the trigger.

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The infinity of the mystery
Cannot be limited by any form,
Troubled by any dream,
Bound by any notion.

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The truth of mortal fare,
The truth of all beginnings,
Is that all must inevitably cross
One finish line or another.

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Push-pull, pull-push,
The eternal wrestling match
Inspired by duality's dreamtime game.

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The vanity over form,
The vanity over formlessness,
No difference, really, no matter the object.

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Fat, fat, fat ... Everywhere, fat minds, fat bodies.
Affluent times inevitably breed hells of their own.

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Ever a great capacity for falling back into deep sleep.

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What a garden of thorns we, and those who have come before,
Have bequeathed to the unfolding future.
What have we wrought
For those innocent of all claims?

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To those who would be one with the godness within,
Do not falter, do not hesitate, do not doubt.
Enough of humility, just do it.

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The spirit of godness is not easily tamed.
At home in the dark as it is in the light,
What can earth, wind, water and fire
Possibly do to control or delude it?

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A dream world of manifest proportion,
So much suffering to be endured
Before what end may come.

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See it all, and want none of it.

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Your fear of the other,
Entirely imagined,
Completely unwarranted,
Naught but your own creation.

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Return to the singularity within.

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Cast your Self adrift, and float in oblivion.

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Behind those eyes, a universe playing itself out.

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It is as plain as day for those whose destiny it is to go all the way.

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Who knows how unhinged it will be in the inevitable die off,
The tumultuous descent into the next paradigm
Of either a lesser or greater kind.

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There no longer being an I in the worldly sense,
Who, what, where, when, why or how
Is scribing all this silliness?

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Another wispy snowflake of a thought
Melting from pen to paper
For time to do
Whatever it will, or will not.

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Fading back into nothingness.

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Can't we all just get along?

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Words can only tell.

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What many claim to be,
And what they are,
Are often fields apart.
Hypocrisy is the undertow
For many an idealist and saint.

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The madness of pretending you exist,
What an absurd thing to do to your Self.

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How can anyone be saved from their own vanity?

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You would no doubt have them entertain a different way,
Were it possible for enough to hear what you have to say.

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The greater the wisdom, likely greater the fool who endured the climb.

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How fascinating that anyone
Would choose some twisted, delusional fantasy
Over the reality of the way it is.

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Yet another face in the streaming mirage.

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A world of judgment
Can be very harsh on any Soul
If they deign to allow it.

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Freedom is a quality of mind
Empty of all constraints.
Put it all beyond you,
And wander alone,
Unburdened by time.

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Oh well, so well.

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Very religious?
Or very dogmatic?

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All very silly, really.

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Revenge may have
A long memory,
But it is a great weight
For those who sustain it long.

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Rest content, free of any and all claims.

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So, what is it you really need to know, again?

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You are the beneficiary of all that history
Has brought forth on this planet.
Talk about entitlement.

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We devastated the earth for this?
And you are positive about what?

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It is not rocket science
To be reasonably compassionate
To all things great and small.

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We are all merely fabrications
Of each other’s imagination.

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Easy come, hard go.

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Something happens,
Nothing happens,
Every moment.

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And only you remain.

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There is, indeed, god.
There is, indeed, not god.

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The streaming of a dreaming.

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To see it all as nothing
Is a momentary challenge
To which few feel called to aspire.

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Good aphorisms, like good wine,
Best linger a bit on the tip of the mind
To fully extract and distill their finest points.


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