01 February 2014

Chapter 300 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)


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So many mysteries by which you are so easily distracted.

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It is a change of heart in the most aware sense.

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Those who worry about how others see them
Dress up or down to the many judgments

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Our ancestors worked so hard for this?

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It is whatever you imagine.
It is not anything you imagine.

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Absurdity beyond wordity.

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To love thy Self,
One must be completely true
Through and through.

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Vanity’s upsweep.

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Fashionably plain.

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Who has time for anything?

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In anonymity, absolute freedom.

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Others generally prefer your good intentions.

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Mirages keep you going long after their meaning is gone.

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Another drama for which you have little if any need or want.

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Whatever passion you choose to play out,
It must all be streaming seamlessly
In the right now of awareness.

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All value is arbitrary agreement.

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At some point,
What in god’s name
Is there to even think about?

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Forget you even exist.

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Nothing to be,
Nothing to see,
Nothing to do.
Such bliss.

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How many stories
Can any one mind
Imbibe and retain?

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So much, so badly spent.

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It becomes clearer by the day.

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Somebody had to play your little part,
And like it or not, it turned out to be you.

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What’s not to love once you discern it is all you.

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Where time ends, how can you not be anything but everything?

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You surely know your little role well enough
To forget playing it at least once and awhile.

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The new and improved Black Friday.
Got up earlier than any worm,
And still you were late.

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When the drop returns to the sea,
What part of infinity is it not?

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May as well be the first time,
Given that every single moment
Is for all practical purposes,
Brand-spanking new.

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More meme yap.

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The mind is samsara.

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Dogma does not equal truth.

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You are as young
As the day you were born.
No matter the body’s state of being,
Eternal life is forever now.

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Equanimity is a quality one must alone discern.

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Any argument over attributes is a sure road to dogma.

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Can any thing make you truly happy for long?

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The endless dreaming
Inspired by human imagination
Lays waste to this magical garden’s womb
From which all dreams are born.

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Still trying to convince your Self, eh?

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You dabbler, you.

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I am,
I am not.
Who’s saying?

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Imagination is the limit.

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Where in the grand ether
Can time and space really exist
As more than a dream?

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A vain species whose nature
Is prone to havoc and destruction
For any given rationalization.

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It was written by Lao Tzu:
Nothing is done,
And nothing is left undone.
What did he really mean by that, anyway?

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The awareness to which imagination subscribes.

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No need to go to any great depth to see it is all nothing.

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Is there anything more inane than obligatory giving?
Let guilty conscience be someone else’s problem.

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Another pointless exercise in flag-waving vanity.

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You think these words mean anything at all?
I am talking to my Self, and you the same.

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We are all students. we are all teachers.

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It’s been real, whatever that is.

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Monkey see, monkey do.

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You are the rabbit hole.

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We can’t all be rock stars.

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High-functioning narcissism.

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Traveled a long way to get nowhere.

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Never cross between a shopper and seller,
Unless you have a tollbooth soundly secured.

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What is the mind that no longer seeks to consume?

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Truth is not necessarily practical in the day-to-day mundane.

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More than a few folks a-watching the unfolding show in immeasurable ways.

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Leading humankind out of its desert wander
Is about as fruitless a job description
As any I Am could imagine.

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You are that which is godness,
Witnessing an individual dream of creation,
As are all the immeasurable eyes
That are, have ever been,
And will ever be.

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Peace is peace, whatever the context.

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You are, indeed, marvelous.

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Yet another story.
Ho-hum.

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You suffer for your mind.

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A full breath clears the mind.

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Every single moment forever spent
Long before you even begin to know it.

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Just making it up as the given day unfolds.

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Charity begins at home, wherever that may be.

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Deep hunger is sated with a full belly and an empty mind.

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Seems that no space on this planet shall be unfilled by conscious design.

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Such a different world plying the horizon.
Ready or not, it is a-coming.
Pity the future.

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Yield to your true nature.

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What is?
What is not?
Both non-questions
In the vast realm of wonder.

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It has always been this,
Nothing more, nothing less.

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Drift alone amid the myriad forms.

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A demon is usually chattering away
In someone’s all too welcoming ear.

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How inexplicable you are in that which is not.

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Verily, the truth has always been the singularity within.

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Dive into the vast aloneness that seers and mystics call home.

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Goodnight Master Sol, until the dreamtime of your morrow yet again rises.

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Perhaps it happened to you because weren't paying attention.

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The difference between black and white
Is a mind ever-inclined to suffer
In a world of attributes.

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Ponder the conclusion to the game
Which has never really been
More than played.

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A state without peer.

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A joyride in hell.

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Same lack of difference.

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Let go of everything.
Be formless in consciousness
As you truly are prior to consciousness.

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About that which you no longer give a hoot,
There is much to be said and less to be done.

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Let political correctness be someone else's problem.

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If there is an intermediary, a middleman involved,
Then it is more than likely some lying, cheating, and stealing,
And maybe even something much more nefarious,
Is going on in the somewhere, somehow.

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No man is greater than a bullet, unless it's coming from his gun.

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What tranquility can there be without contentment?

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Are we talking self-respect?  Or Self-respect?

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Of the myriad distractions mortality offers,
Sexuality is perhaps the most intoxicating.

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Do not blame the object for your desire.

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Suffering is the choice of ignorance.
Pleasure-seeking is not the remedy.

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Catch your Self if you can.

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Benign indifference.

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You only thought it happened.

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At Soul reality, to what is there to attach?

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Pure, unadulterated, immaculate awareness,
That's all it is, has ever been, and will ever be.

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How vain all thoughts inspired by dualistic notion.

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Forget that you were ever born and that you will ever die.

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The mind's vanity can be boon or bust to those questing truth.

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The difference between any two points is infinitely infinitesimal.

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Every awakening is the first and last

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I am to you as you are to me.

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Coo-coo for naught.

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Go formless.

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Discern the wonder.

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What will be will be.
No point in worrying.

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Die within.
Melt back into the ground.

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All cultures eventually die hard.

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And in the morning light,
The promise of yet another day
Of pleasure and pain, of mortal repast.

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To want nothing, what is that about?

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Time gives weight to the wisdom of sages.

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Whatever happens, attend fully the given moment.

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Why be satisfied with anything less than pure, eternal, immortal divinity?


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The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
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