The Return to Wonder

Chapter 167 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)

2010-01-09T09:28:00.000-08:00

CLXVII

Hopefully there isn’t a god sitting in judgment.
You might have to kick his sorry ass.

* * * *
Don’t we all think what we believe is true and right?

* * * *
How many ways we poison ourselves.

* * * *
Just another bummer in a long stream of bummers.

* * * *
One group consensus is another’s conspiracy.

* * * *
Ambitious and incompetent.
S/he will go far.

* * * *
A certain amount of forgiveness
Eases the burden of rage.

* * * *
You need not carry the demons of your imagination.

* * * *
Another celebration of vanity.

* * * *
Still dredging the dead, I see.

* * * *
There’s really nothing much to say about it.

* * * *
Shift to another paradigm?
Yeah, right.
See you in hell first, amigo.

* * * *
How grand to be totally unknown.

* * * *
Try not looking for the familiar.

* * * *
Death is the door to immortality.

* * * *
Witness the nowingness.

* * * *
It’s been obvious for a long time.
You obviously aren’t the first to see it,
And, just as obviously, will not be the last.

* * * *
You’ve been unfaithful from the beginning.

* * * *
The reason people go mad
Is because they keep trying to fit in
To a universe that others force upon them.

* * * *
Vision is the only sense that separates.
Your universe dances upon your eyes.

* * * *
Simple observations.
That’s all theses are.

* * * *
There’s nobody you really want to know here.

* * * *
If you closely examine anyone’s life,
You’ll understand.

* * * *
Be the newborn babe.

* * * *
Babble is as babble does.

* * * *
You only identify with exteriors.
Do you identify with the inside of your
Mouth, nose, liver or left ventricle?

* * * *
Being important denies the humility of it all.

* * * *
Why should you fear death?
It is the unsheathing of immortality.

* * * *
Who’s winning the human race?

* * * *
Why should anything surprise you?

* * * *
You don’t have to play the game.

* * * *
Hard to enlighten the whole crowd.

* * * *
The world sucked you into its vast drama,
And now you must extricate yourself
If you want it to continue.

* * * *
Blunt and to the point.

* * * *
What’s most important
In the learning process
Is the wanting to learn.

* * * *
We might prefer not knowing each other.

* * * *
Appeal to vanity and you’ll have lots of friends.

* * * *
At least you won’t sell your soul for a piece of ass.

* * * *
Trying so hard to be profound
Only leads to greater confusion.

* * * *
Don’t lose sight of the fact
That at least 99.999999 percent
Of all life forms including human ones,
Don’t give a flying fuck what you say or do,
Or what happens to you.

* * * *
The shade has overtaken your day in the sun.

* * * *
The metabolism is slowing down, but not the hunger.

* * * *
The vanity to which we cling has so little merit.

* * * *
More problems ahead.
Your breath assures it.

* * * *
On zee nose.

* * * *
Science is very good at measuring things it kills.

* * * *
We have become that which we fear most.

* * * *
As life moves on,
You can keep on regurgitating
Ye old same old same old
Or you can move on
To new ground.

* * * *
To whom or what need you be accountable?

* * * *
Think of your Self as water.

* * * *
Do you conform to the world,
Or the world into you?
A bit of both?
Or a bit of neither?

* * * *
Life is not a science.

* * * *
Along comes a friend or a stranger,
And a new adventure begins.

* * * *
Not really of much use, I’m afraid.

* * * *
Why cling to that which cannot be held?

* * * *
To be truly carefree, as effortless as it really is,
Is far, far too simple, and not nearly as easy
As you’d like to deceive yourself into believing.

* * * *
Be amused with it all.

* * * *
It’s everything and everybody,
Including you.

* * * *
What makes you sure you’re the grownup?

* * * *
You didn’t really come here to be enslaved
By some ideological mindset, did you?

* * * *
If sound is vibration,
Then what is soundlessness?

* * * *
So serious!

* * * *
Be wary your wrath,
For it’s target is inevitably your Self.

* * * *
Go ahead, make a spectacle of yourself.
It must be what you need to do.

* * * *
Everything you say of another,
Say of yourself as well.

* * * *
What dark creatures some become.

* * * *
Oh, say can you see?

* * * *
So ridiculous to die for so little.

* * * *
Another moment of another day
Caught in the net of words.
Doesn’t life write well?

* * * *
Try not to get rattled by your mind.

* * * *
Been there, done that.
Don’t need to do it again.

* * * *
Is truth relative or precise?
Is it something vague or very exact?
Or is it the paradox of both ends
And everything between?

* * * *
An eclectic approach allows no bounds.

* * * *
Do you make the theory fit the world
Or the world fit the theory?

* * * *
Hope is an amusingly ironic word.

* * * *
Be cautious what you plug into.

* * * *
The mind is like a cloud
And thought the thunder and lightning
Which imagines the cloud real.

* * * *
Bean counters.

* * * *
School is about learning to learn.
Learning does not end when school is out.

* * * *
If you really want peace, just breathe.

* * * *
Sometimes it’s just kind of pleasant
To put your head in the sand.

* * * *
Priesthood happens.

* * * *
Are we creating history?
Or is history creating us?

* * * *
Be cautious… What you tear apart today
May someday need to be put back together again.
Burnt bridges are difficult to cross.

* * * *
How much time do you waste
Wondering what others think of you?

* * * *
You don’t have to wait for the experts to catch on.

* * * *
The ivory tower folks certainly have a preoccupation with lists.

* * * *
So here you are.
Who would have ever guessed?

* * * *
The human drama,
So enthralling at first,
Gradually loses its sheen.

* * * *
Posers all.

* * * *
All that superiority, all that inferiority;
Both miss the equality of all.

* * * *
Thoughts of a mundane nature.

* * * *
To be free, you must cast out everything.
Every thought, every contortion of the mind
Must be supplanted by a quiet, still attentiveness.

* * * *
Reality is not concerned what you want it to be.

* * * *
If it has to be explained,
Then it’s pretty likely
You aren’t going to get it.

* * * *
What a mountain of death each of us resides upon.

* * * *
We are cousins to the scavengers of the world.
Cockroaches, hyenas, buzzards…
Ain’t go nothing on us.

* * * *
Alas, your twist on life doesn’t interest me.

* * * *
In any conflict, the winner
Does not long entertain
Thoughts of defeat.

* * * *
Another moment to treasure
And make no attempt to repeat.

* * * *
To be eternally free, to know all that is to be known,
To see the perfection in which all forms dance,
To discern that which immortal and true,
All you must do is completely let go.

* * * *
Free will?…Hah!
The joke is on you.

* * * *
You cannot help your original nature.
You can, however, through strength of spirit,
And discernment of mind, overcome any challenge,
Any adversity, even unto death’s inevitable, final greeting.

* * * *
When the world no longer entices you,
Your life unfolds as it will, and you will accomplish it
With an eternal grace the gods will applaud.

* * * *
Undiscerning sloth is the fate
Of those worshipping mammon
At the value of their assessment.

* * * *
Resist not the flame of your destiny.

* * * *
These words cast themselves onto paper without effort.
To what ends only imagination’s speculation can foretell.

* * * *
You have witnessed the limits to which
Governments, corporations and religions aspire,
And the false glories they temporally attain.

* * * *
Do you discern the eternal difference
Between mortal and immortal death?

* * * *
We have all these words, all these ideals,
Yet there can be no peace in them
Lest you wrought it.

* * * *
Time is the trap created by consciousness,
And to die to it is to perish in time.

* * * *
We are all impressions temporarily sculpted
In the swirling wonder of space and time.

* * * *
Eternal life is when
All you think you are is a dream.
All memories are illusory.
Be done with them.

* * * *
Be cautious that you do not merely only think you see,
For the intellect creates many enticing view before all fall away.
In absoluteness there are no distinctions, no changes.
It is the first and last harbor, the foundation
To which genesis must ever return.

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

Chapter 168 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)

2010-01-09T08:55:00.000-08:00

CLXVIII

Will you ever tire of being entertained?

* * * *
Those seeking vain reflection
Will not long reflect upon you.

* * * *
There is no satisfaction in hell,
Nor contentment with heaven.

* * * *
Count and guard you money,
Arrange and clean you possessions,
Act out your existence for the vanity life offers,
And cultivate the agony of mortality to its graveside end.
Who are the rare that distinguish the seed’s root,
And perceive that which is immortal?

* * * *
When time is clearly seen
As a neurological distraction,
How can you help but be free?

* * * *
What is it to rest in the lotus of stillness,
In the quietude free of passion,
Without the concerns
Of a hectic, time-filled mind?

* * * *
The divine breath is like an ocean wave
Crashed and stretching like a cat upon the sand,
And then withdrawing casually until its lungs are again full.

* * * *
Set about the inquiry through negation.
What you seek is what you are not,
Not what you believe you are.

* * * *
To resist your fate only magnifies the suffering.

* * * *
The deluded mind is like an impenetrable fog;
The seer like a light streaking across infinity.

* * * *
Those we consider heroes have failed us
Because we lack the discernment to pick real ones.
Great leaders are servants to the world,
Not vampires to self-interest.

* * * *
How long will the dream of man continue?
Only in time will the full epic be known.

* * * *
Do you really want
To be at peace with your Self?
Or are you just mouthing the given words?

* * * *
You will see the obviousness of it
When you are ready to embrace your true reality
Rather than the self-perpetuated dream-state of manifest time.

* * * *
You were born to contemplate the dreamy mystery
In whatever way the weaving has fashioned your experiencing.
You are the puppet of goodness experiencing the fleeting eternity of time.

* * * *
Can you be exposed to another’s experience without judging it?
Discerning its reality without injecting your personal view?
Can you walk a lifetime of miles in another’s shoes?

* * * *
Living is far more complex
Than the simplicity of its truth.

* * * *
The limited mind is sole creator of all imagined glory.
The living dead inscribe their tombstones
With the pretense of delusion.

* * * *
The most direct way to awareness is attentive breathing.

* * * *
Consider these field notes of an attentive observer,
Subject to the programmed editing capacity
Of a word processor thesaurus.

* * * *
How quickly an innovation becomes tradition
Laden with dogma, symbols and rituals.

* * * *
Does any other life form on this garden world
Pat itself on the back as quickly,
Or as often as we?

* * * *
“There must be more to life,”
The voice within stated, clear as infinity
So long ago a mere memory now.

* * * *
We are not as different as the mind believes.

* * * *
Why something that so easily turns into hate
Is called love is beyond understanding.

* * * *
The pleasure you get today
Will likely add to your suffering
In some tomorrow hence.

* * * *
You have achieved and failed in so many ways.
C’est la vie, baby.

* * * *
The tombstone for the hamburger
That was once called Michael Jay Holshouser
Should read, “Thank god it’s over!”

* * * *
A-wandering and a-puttering.

* * * *
All resistance is futile.

* * * *
You’re starting to look like you will
For the remainder of your life.
You’ve had your time in the sun.
Let it go.

* * * *
What a neurotic world you harbor.

* * * *
Behave yourself.

* * * *
As tiring as all the rest.

* * * *
Majority offers little recourse.

* * * *
Another day.
More bullshit to deflect.

* * * *
Engage the mystery.

* * * *
Every assumption is rooted in imagination.

* * * *
Memories are the dust of time.

* * * *
The concept of god
Can be a great obstacle
In your awakening.

* * * *
Love…What a strange sound.

* * * *
Belief is for those who need make-believe more than reality.

* * * *
We are all imprinted from birth by the limited mindset of one culture or another.
How can any awaken to a broader view without some twist of fate,
Which escorts them outside their original framework,
To a platform from which they can explore
In whatever way destiny allows.

* * * *
We are all just temporary containers
In which consciousness plays.

* * * *
Words are merely sounds
To which imagination
Arbitrarily attaches meaning.

* * * *
To say the universe is your creation is amusing.
To say it is not is even more humorous.

* * * *
Another life work flushed away by ignorance.
Oh well.

* * * *
The infinity of your universe is beyond comparison.

* * * *
You mean normal really does exist?

* * * *
Some lessons are long
And hard won.

* * * *
A genie caught in a bottle
Is akin to your being in a body.

* * * *
Irony is allowing fools and psychotics to lead us.

* * * *
Applause has such a hollow sound.

* * * *
The more you attempt
To prove something to others,
The less likely it becomes.

* * * *
Most problems seem to grow
Much greater than need be
In undiscerning minds.

* * * *
Inside so infinite.
Few see it.

* * * *
It is the journey of immortals.

* * * *
Wax wings need not melt when touching the sun.

* * * *
Dull as it may seem at times,
Every step is an adventure.

* * * *
Ignorance incessantly argues with itself.

* * * *
How can pretence be more real than it is?

* * * *
Even shit has got soul.

* * * *
Death is effortless.
It’s the dying that’s hard.

* * * *
Zen monkey.

* * * *
A silent, attentive mind
Is humming with the scene
Through which it is passing.

* * * *
Pathetic is as pathetic does.

* * * *
Transcend malarkey.

* * * *
When is there time to practice
When reality is bearing down on you
Every moment of your life?
The game as afoot
The moment
You were conceived.

* * * *
We are all born of the same mystery.
There no greater or lesser aspect to it.

* * * *
Mortal gods.

* * * *
There’s nothing to justify.
* * * *

There you go make-believing yourself again.

* * * *
Ideals do not govern well.

* * * *
Is there anything more foul than a gutless coward
Who claims himself a true friend to your face
While bit by bit pushing a jagged stiletto
From behind towards your heart?

* * * *
Absolutely nothing can touch you.

* * * *
Labels are for those who believe.

* * * *
Look back at the path you just traveled,
And all you will see is the dream
Perceived in imagination.

* * * *
All attempts to limit the infinity within
From its origin bring about only
Irreconcilable suffering.
The unlimited
Cannot be bound by thought.

* * * *
The dream you call a life,
Could it have been any different?
Every decision, every turn, every pause,
Every laugh, every tear, every single experience
Has brought it to this imaginary flowering.
Had it been just one breath different,
It would be very much the same.

* * * *
Seek ye wisdom?
'Tis a lonely trek.

* * * *
How enticing the passions
Of jealously hatred, sorrow,
And other storms of the mind.

* * * *
Illusion, ignorance, delusion and confusion
Are the bitter seeds of destruction
Built into the foundation
Of all humanity has created.

* * * *
Am not sure what the point of that life is.

* * * *
You will never be told you must go home.
It is a volitional, choiceless return,

* * * *
Just tap your Ruby Slippers.
Kansas has been wafting
Before the beginning.

* * * *
Once you ignite
The crystal seed within,
Reality precipitates into oblivion.

* * * *
Humanity’s seed will endure far longer in time
If it chooses to discern its perfect origin.
But if not, it’s really not a big deal.
We are not as vital to the play
As we so vainly believe.

* * * *
Individuated personal vanity
Is the manifest flaw of your perfection.
Indivisible personality is an entirely different state,
To which few are drawn, and fewer discern.

* * * *
Now is forever.

* * * *
Ain’t no creature great or small or equally tall,
Whose shit is really any different than yours.

* * * *
We need leaders whose vision
Is thousands of years from now.

* * * *
Life, that breath between birth and death,
Is the make-believe of adults.
Children just play.

* * * *
If you vote your pocketbook,
You’re voting for extinction.

* * * *
The diagnosis is the remedy.

* * * *
Unwittingly, they raced toward gridlock.

* * * *
Dark, sinister, cynical laughter
Erupted from the speakers above.

* * * *
If you didn’t pay attention,
It’s much less likely
That it occurred.

* * * *
The usual adjectives.

* * * *
Even the hardest diamond
Will one day melt into oblivion.

* * * *
There’s definitely an absence of evidence
Regarding the existence of a separate entity
Many throughout the world choose to call “God.”

* * * *
Is it possible to ever appease this world?

* * * *
I’m sure it must be important
To at least one other person.

* * * *
You’re as real as it gets.

* * * *
If that isn’t scary,
I don’t know what is.

* * * *
Buddha without a belly,
Or at least only a little one.

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

Chapter 169 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)

2010-01-09T08:40:00.000-08:00

CLXIX

What point to creating a big pile of gold
If you’re not going to spend some of it?

* * * *
Retire young while you’ve got the body to do something.

* * * *
Could an entity so many call god every really be truth,
Or would it be just another limitation to move beyond?

* * * *
Anything can be said many ways.
The trick is finding an optimum point.
Sometimes easy, sometimes not.

* * * *
What’s really worth getting angry about?

* * * *
Seeking outward approval from any form,
Even from a conceptualized god,
Is a vain dead end.

* * * *
Each of us attempts to figure out something
That will gratify our inner yearning for happiness.
Only a few are so dissatisfied with mortal fare
That they seek total reunion to the point
Of complete and utter annihilation.

* * * *
It is all merely the ever-changing of consciousness
Playing its Self out before the many senses.
But you, the actual you, the witness,
The essence prior all attributes,
Every thing and no thing,
Is ever untouched.

* * * *
A personal collection of observations,
To which you inherit only empty words.

* * * *
As long as you participate on the stage of time,
You will ever be tempted by the lightshow’s
Unending onslaught upon the senses.
But it is a steadfast determination
To abide in the essential aspect
Which will keep you balanced
Upon the tightrope which you stride.

* * * *
It has never really been your personal show.
It is not really you as an individual identity
Who has made any of this come about.

* * * *
Who do you truly care about but your own self-image?
How much compassion have you conferred on
The crippled alien upon the distant Eden
Going round the farthest star?

* * * *
Birth, death, and the so-called life between
Are all temporary figments of imagination.

* * * *
A wave rolls in and crashes into oblivion.
What exactly is there to attach to?

* * * *
The ignorance of fanaticism is a thick fog
Through which no morning sun can burn.

* * * *
Just beginning…again.

* * * *
How’s that for change?

* * * *
Your god is as temporary as you,
And will, in fact, die the same death.

* * * *
It seemed real at the time.

* * * *
Don’t buy it.

* * * *
Who decides right and wrong?

* * * *
Have yet to meet a label that doesn’t fit,
Including devil and god.

* * * *
Pshaww!

* * * *
Go to where knowledge cannot.

* * * *
You … We … are all That I Am.

* * * *
You have been mesmerized by a lot of pap.

* * * *
Your are simply the continuity
Of a long line of seeds.
None are inviolable.

* * * *
Discern Self, the eye of god.

* * * *
Another fine mess god has gotten us into.

* * * *
One for all and all for one.

* * * *
All this is happening to consciousness, not you.

* * * *
You will not comprehend the meaning of these words
Until you are ready to examine consciousness itself.

* * * *
Just because you can
Doesn’t mean you should.

* * * *
It is a dream you can never really touch.

* * * *
How much havoc your desire to be alive creates.

* * * *
When there is no other,
Yet appear to be so many,
Is an issue not easily resolved.

* * * *
Suffering cannot end
As long as there is any expectation
From this temporal, foolish play of consciousness.

* * * *
You cannot stop hate with hate,
But then again,
Love isn’t always the answer, either.

* * * *
Any organization is the synergy of its parts.
Management sets the tone,
And its people create the process.

* * * *
Consciousness is about chasing its own tail.

* * * *
To see clearly that you are but a figment of imagination
Requires a detachment few have the irony to attain.

* * * *
Science is an incomplete god.

* * * *
The innocent cannot fathom evil
Until they attain it for themselves.

* * * *
You cannot lead what won’t follow.

* * * *
At some point you must get up and wander on.

* * * *
A very simple message
Repeated again and again
To a crowd unwilling to listen.

* * * *
Do nine things right,
And the tenth wrong…
Which one will they remember?

* * * *
The solution is somewhere between love and hate.

* * * *
History has a way of making things happen quickly.

* * * *
History is a very personal relationship with illusion.

* * * *
If you see it, you see it.
If you can’t, you can’t.
There’s no persuasion between.

* * * *
Every moment is very simple,
And responding to each simply
Is an amazingly simple irony.

* * * *
Time has a way of passing
No matter where you are
Or what you’re doing.

* * * *
You can’t find what isn’t there to find.

* * * *
A personal god is the creation of imagination.

* * * *
How attached we are to geography.

* * * *
Another night at the movies.

* * * *
Outside or inside,
It is the same.

* * * *
Making claims of sole knowledge is rather absurd.

* * * *
About god, many know much.
About truth, many know very little.

* * * *
The field of relativity is absolute.

* * * *
Nothing is as nothing does.

* * * *
Realize that no one will ever
See the universe the same as you,
And in that epiphany, discern the tolerance
To respect the countless differences.

* * * *
The best thing since toilet paper.

* * * *
You can’t measure nothing.

* * * *
It doesn’t have to make sense.

* * * *
Through the eyes of madmen and jesters,
Truth is discerned.

* * * *
Who is it who quests freedom?
It is when the questioner evaporates.

* * * *
A rather curious, unresolvable play.

* * * *
Knowledge is the lie born of ignorance.

* * * *
Consciousness is movement,
The result of the desire to become.

* * * *
If you cannot question everything,
You will never see everything.

* * * *
Mind is creation.
Mind is destruction.
Mind is everything.
Mind is nothing.

* * * *
If not for the patternings of desire,
What would continue?

* * * *
Your longing for completion
Cannot be touched by consciousness.

* * * *
Will you read into these words your own projection?
Or will you discern that which is truly meant?

* * * *
Sandcastles all.

* * * *
How much of your inner balance
Hinges upon your projection
Of what others think?

* * * *
You are the stillness of the absolute unicity
Witnessing an illusory light show.

* * * *
You have unwittingly created this prison
And only you can discern the key
To the freedom you are.

* * * *
The reality of self-made knowledge
Is a zero-sum proposition.

* * * *
You are the fallen angel returning home.

* * * *
Despite what any given followers say,
Their game is not the way to salvation.

* * * *
All that you think you know
Is of so little consequence
Outside this manifest theater.

* * * *
Take no credit for this spontaneous surreal dream.
Its eternal nature is both prior and beyond
Any willful time-bound delusions.

* * * *
Without you to describe it,
Could any of it have ever been?

* * * *
You have confused your Self with the word.

* * * *
You, the seeker, are that which you seek,
But must penetrate Maya with insight
To discern your ultimate non-identity.

* * * *
Smoke can looks so busy.

* * * *
Each of us is a universe.
Bubbles in a jacuzzi.

* * * *
There’s always nothing to think about.

* * * *
Delusion is blindly believing
Imagination supercedes reality.

* * * *
In god we jest.

* * * *
All religion is vanity.

* * * *
How can anyone imagine a god
Of which they are not a part?

* * * *
The warrior conquers,
The gardener tames.

* * * *
How can one ever be free
If the senses dominate the mind?

* * * *
It’s all so laughable.
A sense of mirth is the best tonic
For life’s suffering.

* * * *
If you can’t laugh at god,
Where’s the freedom?

* * * *
You have confused your Self with all the words.

* * * *
You, the seeker, are that which you seek,
But must penetrate Maya with insight
To discern your ultimate identity.

* * * *
In this manifest theater,
Perfection is consciously attained
Through one’s inner vision.

* * * *
No matter

* * * *
Your true vocation
Is whatever interests you most
Right now.

* * * *
Awaken, eat, talk, walk, run, work and sleep
In oneness.

* * * *
Watch how you revere your creation.

* * * *
If this eternal insight
Is dynamic in even just one,
It is potential in all.

* * * *
To the farthest reaches of infinity,
You are.

* * * *
Your life is an opportunity
To merge consciously
Into eternal union.

* * * *
How many concepts are just mental masturbation.

* * * *
You will do whatever life calls you to do.
Fate is a rather strange play of illusion.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
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Chapter 170 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)

2009-11-28T08:03:00.000-08:00

CLXX

When the genes
Of your parents’ ancestry
Merged in your mother’s womb,
The patterning you are was set in motion.
Food was added, and the rest is memory’s projection.

* * * *
Freedom nurtures freedom.

* * * *
The dream passes more silently
As the craving for chatter dissipates.

* * * *
What do you imagine
Is so kind and loving about this world?
Have you ever closely observed
The reality of the creatures
You consider so cute?

* * * *
Humanity’s violent club has grown with technology
To a point undreamed of in prior history,
Yet what is there to learn
But that its destructive capability
Is equally devastating to whoever wields it.

* * * *
Concepts within concepts within concepts
Ad infinitum.
From whence do they all begin?

* * * *
Questions and answers.
Both come from and return to silence.

* * * *
Every nexus is a vehicle of the diversity of goodness.

* * * *
All purpose is imagined.

* * * *
Does a dull lump of unshaped clay
Adorn itself with meaning and purpose?
Only that which it is fashioned into
Would play out such vanity.

* * * *
We would laugh if an ant thought itself grand
Or a daisy sought to change itself into a rose,
Yet we cannot see our own vanity is no different.

* * * *
Duality is created by minds which do not discern
The essential nature of opposites is the same.

* * * *
Is there any difference which is not imagined?

* * * *
Transcend every thought, every concept,
Until there is nothing but pure awareness.

* * * *
Lotus bound, ye are, ye are.

* * * *
How foolish we are to destroy one another
For seeing the same thing differently.

* * * *
Stay awhile.

* * * *
A dreamer whose only dream was to become true.

* * * *
Always on the make,
He dreams in lust.

* * * *
You are the coin in this sorcerer’s dream.

* * * *
Nothing is forever.

* * * *
“What do you want?” the question.
“Nothing,” the answer.

* * * *
Have you had your fill of the loneliness, yet?

* * * *
Every bubble a universe.

* * * *
What does anyone want but a fantasy?

* * * *
What good is any so-called spiritual book
If it doesn’t relate to what’s happening now?

* * * *
Age is a cloak of invisibility.

* * * *
What will it be like with 10 billion?

* * * *
Any given expectation
Is bound, sooner or later,
To prove disappointing.

* * * *
Fooled again by your own naïveté.

* * * *
How far must you expand into the universe
To comprehend it is your own creation?

* * * *
How valiantly you have sought to fulfill your perceived purpose,
Only to finally realize it was merely a convincing concoction of thought
Given reality by the senses and your incessant craving for more.

* * * *
There is no reconciliation of the dualistic mind.

* * * *
In their ceaseless fabrication of self-made knowledge,
The sciences ever divide into increasingly finite specializations.
It may well be our undoing if we do not find visionaries
Capable of piecing back together the whole.

* * * *
Until your vision
Takes in the universe,
You will drift in hell.

* * * *
There is no suffering,
Just knots of consciousness
To be cut by the blade of discernment.

* * * *
The sense of duality is resistance to the inevitable.

* * * *
Concepts are being used herein to destroy concepts,
Until all is seen from that unlimited nature beyond concepts.

* * * *
It leaves you very much alone
In a most purifying way.

* * * *
Power, wealth and status
Tend to create divisive,
Blinding arrogance.

* * * *
Cut and slice until you discern
Only that which was never born.
The essential abyss of awareness
Wherein no concept can tread.

* * * *
Do not hold others back from Self-discovery
Simply because you are too vain to let go.

* * * *
Your attachment to limitation is what kills you.

* * * *
What would you be without all the history?

* * * *
Leave behind all your desires for a better world.
You cannot save anyone or anything,
Not even your Self.

* * * *
Could you learn as much in a lesser hell?

* * * *
What relationship
Can the finite have with infinity
But through complete and utter surrender?

* * * *
All that knowledge blinds you to reality.

* * * *
A world full of blind men;
All exploring the same elephant.
Debating parts and killing one another
Because they cannot extrapolate the whole.
And all the while, the elephant stands unconcerned.

* * * *
Fools follow fools.
The mystic follow none,
Leading where none can follow.

* * * *
With our busy lives, there is so little time
For real inquiry into the essential nature.

* * * *
No brag, just fact.

* * * *
What reconciliation can there be
Between the personal with the impersonal,
But complete surrender of the former with the latter.

* * * *
Duality can never be reconciled
Without insight into the ultimate unity.

* * * *
The interacting flow each has
With people, places, things and ideas
Is an inconceivable, kaleidoscoping dance.
Step back as far as you can imagine,
And the universe shimmers
Within a deep silence.

* * * *
Within each of us,
This impersonal nature
Witnesses the eternal theater
Forever now.

* * * *
The only way this dream
Could ever have been fair
Is for it to have never been.

* * * *
Ideals are meaningless without real intention.

* * * *
Detachment comes as you discern
You are more stillness than persona.

* * * *
No matter how expansive you may imagine it,
Any god created by consciousness
Is ever only a concept.
Until you see its reality within,
Your vision will be forever bound in time.

* * * *
Have you discerned yet
That every time you wake up,
You have this repeating nightmare
That you are a human being?

* * * *
Peace must manifest within before it ever will without.

* * * *
Gotta have a sense of humor.
Kind of like ruby slippers.
Click a couple times,
And you’re home.

* * * *
Does anyone really remember asking for this?

* * * *
Is the best we can do?

* * * *
Isness, nowness, godness, oneness…
All the same mysterious sugarness of youness.

* * * *
Without the stillness,
There would be no reference point
To discern the movement.

* * * *
It’s a relativity thing.

* * * *
No matter how infinite,
How fantastic the light show,
It is ever the same essential nature,
Which is without any attribute whatsoever.

* * * *
Contemplate an atom.
Extrapolate its essence into you,
And then expand to infinity.

* * * *
Identity is a temporary framework,
Which should not be confused
With the final de-structuring.

* * * *
Just because someone did something horrific to one of your ancestors
Does not mean you must exact revenge upon the descendants.
Do not be burdened by the whims of historical nonsense.

* * * *
What is seeking glory
But an empty bag
Of projected memories?

* * * *
What knife can harm
That which birth and death
Can never penetrate?

* * * *
Pain is not an eternal matter.
It is in the realm of mind
Locked in the continuity of time.
Pain without time is merely sensation.

* * * *
The fear of death has been used against you
In every way imaginable
Since this silly game got going.
You are, of course, a complicit player in the plot.

* * * *
There is no end to man-made knowledge of god,
But what, pray tell, does god really have to say?

* * * *
Anyone who is just looking for Jesus
Has misunderstood the Christ aspect.

* * * *
Humanity’s so-called success
Is at the same time the seed
Of its inevitable destruction.

* * * *
What exactly would you change this world into
That everyone would willingly go along with?

* * * *
Eternity is nowness in a forever kind of way.

* * * *
Hell hath no road untrammeled.

* * * *
You create and allow
The many voices of reflections
To reign your temporary, mortal existence.
To realize all are your own projection
Is one of the greater challenges.

* * * *
Love, cute and nice are all four-letter words.

* * * *
Each of us sees our own way,
Yet what each of us sees
Is in reality exactly the same.

* * * *
All any devil needs do to turn it around
Is to just start stretching its wings.

* * * *
You are neither above or below
Anything or anyone.
All arrogance is unfounded.

* * * *
The many judgments you cast
Are the ones you have yet to face.

* * * *
Seek ye god, and you will find your Self.

* * * *
Your resistance to life is ever matched
By its gritty talent at creating trials
Which transform you into wine.
Very similar to the way water
Turns mountains into silt.

* * * *
So many thoughts.
Nowhere to go.

* * * *
A gift to time.

* * * *
Share your Self.

* * * *
You are reincarnated in every thought.

* * * *
Until the mind totally merges into its unitary nature,
Consciousness will endlessly reincarnate the identity it plays,
The you, you believe you are, but have never been.

* * * *
Any revolution begins with the seed of a vision.

* * * *
Intellect caught in the web of words
Cannot fathom beyond them.

* * * *
Pride is maya’s greatest ally.

* * * *
Dredge the mind of that which is not.

* * * *
Cleverness can be so wearing.

* * * *
There is only one way,
But there are an infinity of witnesses
In which it wanders its creation.

* * * *
All concepts end at the grave,
But what you truly are
Can never die,
For it was never born.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
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World Rights Reserved

Chapter 171 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)

2009-11-28T08:02:00.000-08:00

CLXXI

Live life in whatever way you will,
But through it all, discern that which is untouched
By any fleeting, temporal dream.

* * * *
Few truly seek the end of oblivion’s rainbow.

* * * *
The patterns into which each is woven
Must in time play themselves out.

* * * *
Anonymity within is the most real tack.

* * * *
Activists shout from the rooftops
That the house is ablaze,
But never discern
They are among
The many arsonists.

* * * *
Taste is relative to the individual tongue.

* * * *
Every mind a bubble,
A universe unto its Self.
None really better or worse.
All equally imagined.

* * * *
The most binding snare
Is the mind’s incessant predisposition
To make eternity more complex
Than it can ever be.

* * * *
How does it feel to be locked
In a bag of wilting flesh?

* * * *
Are your emotional states
Merely association and attachment
To the chemical reactions of your mind-body?

* * * *
We do not achieve peace because so few really intend it.
The passion of separation gives a pleasurable energy,
Despite the destructive nature it vents all about us.
If everyone truly wanted a peaceful existence,
It would be happening each and every right now.

* * * *
Hell is a great time, don’t you think?

* * * *
Be sovereign.
Allow sovereignty.

* * * *
You torture yourself
Because you believe
There is something else
You should be doing.
And what would that be?

* * * *
We have made ourselves psychologically dependent
On so much.

* * * *
You are the creation and destruction,
Both loving and weary.

* * * *
There are none who lack the seed of redemption,
No matter how desolate the soil.

* * * *
Does it make much difference knowing this?
Only if you can sustain your detachment.

* * * *
You will suffer as long as you believe the play real.

* * * *
Here you are, godness come to life,
Witnessing the theater of the manifest field,
The mortal epoch filled with every twist
Of emotion, thought and deed.
What is it you want?

* * * *
It is your own soul you must discern,
Not someone else’s.
Too many follow far too long.

* * * *
What was really born of Eden
Was a vivid imagination.

* * * *
You might consider a gnat’s lifespan short,
But what makes you see yours as long?

* * * *
It is your assumption that you are a body
That creates so much suffering.

* * * *
Is all your busy-ness a facade
Designed to avoid the black box within?

* * * *
Would you be satisfied to be merely gnat consciousness?
Then why are you so content merely to be a human being?

* * * *
As to your body’s health,
Give it whatever is needed,
That it is neither a distraction,
Nor a vain burden.

* * * *
Every imaginable pact played equally well.

* * * *
The only thing to die to is identity.

* * * *
Consciousness is the manifest exponent of ignorance.
Only through disciplined inquiry into its primal nature
Can that ignorance transcend into eternal simplicity.

* * * *
The greatest context is without barrier, reason or rhyme.

* * * *
Chaos rules.

* * * *
Each imagines a unique universe.
Language and art allow disclosure,
But how quick we are to judge those
Whose arbitrary visions are not our own.

* * * *
You can only question as deeply as your fear allows.

* * * *
Though you want it to be more than it is,
You are already as it can ever be.

* * * *
Illusion is sugar-coating.

* * * *
If you look to heaven
After the physical death,
You have missed the boat.

* * * *
The body is bound to this earthly plane,
But your vision need not be.
Expand into the inconceivable limits.

* * * *
The pressure to conform is so great.
Few can discern prior to the many voices,
The many reflections of their imagined universe.

* * * *
Your quest for consistency is the inconsistency.

* * * *
The only way you can really love another
Is by first loving your Self.

* * * *
What most call love
Is a pleasant physiological response to a thought process.
It is the product of attachment to the attributes
Of the manifest theater.

* * * *
Are you individually reincarnated, or is that game
Merely your general stream of consciousness
Playing out delusion in the indivisible mind?

* * * *
Do you ever feel you belong somewhere else?
That you are really an alien disguised as a human being
Watching an extremely confused species act out
Every conceivable, often twisted contortion?
It is what drives so many to one asylum or another.

* * * *
Humanity will probably not figure it out,
But there’s no collecting on that bet.

* * * *
If existence was merely a theater of pleasure
Without the teeter-tottering pain of consciousness,
Would you, could you ever discern your ultimate reality?

* * * *
Every bit of manifest consciousness,
Every thought uttered or written
Is simply you chattering
Through diversity
To your Self.

* * * *
Godness is the patterning,
And all patterning is born of limitation.

* * * *
You have created all this knowledge, but to what end?

* * * *
There is really only one thing to know.

* * * *
You continue hoping for some magnificent fate,
As if the glory will prove you are worthy
Of that which your already are.

* * * *
Would you need to pray if you really understood
What you truly are?

* * * *
Ah, for that timeless time
When you are never parted.

* * * *
Who am I but you in yet another form?

* * * *
Sweet oblivion plays within so many forms existing not.

* * * *
What boundaries can hold any madman?

* * * *
Neither path, nor the landscape along it:
Neither river, nor the banks beside it,
You are.

* * * *
Those who know the oneness see it in all things.

* * * *
Essentially inessential.

* * * *
You were maybe for some reason expecting
This manifest world to be perfect and fair?
Hah, the joke is most certainly on you.

* * * *
You cannot hold onto anything,
So you may as well breathe well.

* * * *
As long as you ask lightshow questions,
You will get lightshow answers.
Maya begets maya.

* * * *
The tabula rasa is eternally blank.
The desire for purpose is your own concoction.
Rhyme and reason will ever be whatever will fabricates.

* * * *
Why pen all these thoughts?
Because it is amusing to chip away
At the false pretenses of human arrogance,
And perhaps even plant seeds for a time to come.
Which, of course, is the scribe’s own delusional arrogance.

* * * *
Can’t win for losing.

* * * *
You are told to become something,
But when have you ever been
Anything but what your are?

* * * *
What is integrity but integration with that which is whole.

* * * *
Whose approval do you really need but your own?
No parent, teacher, king or god can fulfill your longing.

* * * *
Seize the now.

* * * *
Palace or gutter; same glory.

* * * *
To have a perception of the past is the nature of the mind.
But to give time too much weight is the way to destruction.
* * * *
What other creatures would bother
With most of the things human beings do?
Our vain edifices are entirely of our own making.

* * * *
So many trying to change themselves or someone else.
Who is seeking the change, and what will anyone change into
That is really any different?
Gold is gold, no matter the cast.

* * * *
Psychology is about the comfort of conformity.

* * * *
Where are you
When the mind loses
All sense of time and space?

* * * *
Is gossip really any different
Than a chicken coup in uproar?

* * * *
So many voices.
Which ones speak the truth?

* * * *
There is only one way,
But no vision of it
Will ever be the same.

* * * *
Once the lotus of awareness bursts into bloom,
There is really no way to ever slumber again.

* * * *
What hell can rock your bliss
Without your volition?

* * * *
Innocence is a one-shot deal.

* * * *
What are we but primates with unwarranted airs?

* * * *
It is written, but to what end?

* * * *
You are the calm within both fair and stormy weather.

* * * *
How discontent you are
With your fleeting little role.
Would being god even satisfy you?

* * * *
Poor Jesus.
Wonder what he really thought.

* * * *
How trapped you are by all you self-made idolatry.

* * * *
Any expectation is bound to suffer disappointment.

* * * *
To rely on experts is to forego your own knowing.

* * * *
Seek the meaning of words
Beyond habitual reactions.

* * * *
Even if you could cross the universe in moment,
Your underlying awareness would still be here and now.

* * * *
What conceptual gods can ever compare
To that which is prior to all concepts?

* * * *
When will you take responsibility
For the outcomes of all your actions?
When will you take custody of your fate?

* * * *
Discipline, discipline, discipline.

* * * *
Is there any concept worth dying for?

* * * *
Be very still within,
And the pain of consciousness recedes.

* * * *
What is this craving to be known,
To be recognized by another?

* * * *
Matter-of-fact crazy.

* * * *
Looking for that nothing you will never find.

* * * *
Real power is not about titles.

* * * *
How easy it is to be distracted
All those experts who claim to know.

* * * *
So many games to learn not to play.

* * * *
You seek answers to the questions
Who, what, where, when, why and how,
But rarely glance at source desiring to know.

* * * *
How many shields, angers, fears, and resentments
Must be peeled aside to even comprehend
A child’s pliable vulnerability?

* * * *
Once you see it,
Whatever vehicle you used
Is no longer necessary in your journey.
It is perhaps even a distraction.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
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World Rights Reserved

Chapter 172 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)

2009-11-28T08:01:00.000-08:00

CLXXII

You are born of the original seed.

* * * *
Grasp that the identified you
Is not the you playing out
This spontaneous lightshow.

* * * *
Seek nothing but union,
And consciousness will take care of the player.

* * * *
Judgment is separation.

* * * *
Goals require desire,
And when desire diminishes,
All goals become clear and simple.

* * * *
Part of humility
Is a grace and equanimity
In moments both harsh and blessed.

* * * *
Love is a one-way street.

* * * *
We madly stampede toward the cliffs,
Violently clawing at one another,
Creating a hellish nightmare
Without any reckoning
Except utter destruction.
Both appalling and amusing.
Lemmings ain’t got nothing on us.

* * * *
We have loaded so much in our heads.
There is little room for serenity,
Good will and wisdom.

* * * *
Do you only care about the many because they are anonymous?
Do you think they care about you for any different reason?

* * * *
Habit is a precursor to inattention.

* * * *
Things might be much easier
If you would only remember to breathe.
The brain requires plenty of oxygen
And air’s other components.

* * * *
What will this world be like
When ten billion human beings
Are scrambling, clawing to survive?

* * * *
Not so Self-evident as one might think.

* * * *
How weary one becomes of all the wanting.

* * * *
To think it’s more than it is,
Is just more of the same old vanity.

* * * *
Now, if you’d been paying attention,
You’d know it weren’t time
For that particular thing to happen.

* * * *
You’ll have your feast, my friends, but not today.

* * * *
Deep down, we’re all Soul mates.

* * * *
Too infinite, really, to be called anything.

* * * *
Time can make or break any relationship.

* * * *
One twisted soul, two twisted souls,
Three twisted souls, four…
Who knows how many more?

* * * *
Gratuitous romance.

* * * *
Humility is the art of not thinking
About your many vanities all the time.

* * * *
Huff and puff all you please,
This house won’t be
Coming down anytime soon.

* * * *
Muggles everywhere.

* * * *
Unceasingly amazing
How stupid people can be
About so-called religion.

* * * *
Good thing you’re not in charge.

* * * *
Life is the creative evolution of the mystery.

* * * *
Ah, my fine pretty, the only reason
Your insolence is forgiven so readily
Is the irony of your superficial beauty.
Exhaust that, and you’ll discover
All those suitors really think.

* * * *
What we call news is just glorified gossip
With pictures and expert commentary.

* * * *
Knock, knock, knocking on the devil’s door.

* * * *
If you are insane, it is the world
That made you that way.

* * * *
What’s hotter than hot and colder than cold?

* * * *
You are the stuff of which godness is made.

* * * *
Boredom slows the clock,
Which can be nice as you age.

* * * *
It’s that old theory/reality irony again.

* * * *
Sometimes you hurt yourself more
By trying to stay in shape
Than you would
If you just took it a little easier.

* * * *
Oh boy, another stoplight.

* * * *
Emotion is overrated.

* * * *
Everything so quickly done.
Nothing you can do except let go,
And keep rolling on till death do you part.

* * * *
The concept of hell was created
By the guy who got beat up by the playground bully,
And wanted to exact some sense of revenge.

* * * *
Be considerate when possible,
And ruthless when you must.

* * * *
Just playing out your piece of eternity.

* * * *
Field notes
From a madman
Back from the sun,
Wax wings intact.

* * * *
They worship their desire and their fear and their suffering.

* * * *
The unspoilable dynamic.

* * * *
Rushing from one moment to the next,
They miss all of it.

* * * *
Sometimes the most open is the least obvious.

* * * *
Is there anyone who doesn’t one day wonder
Of sickness, injury, illness and dying:
How is this happening to me?

* * * *
When it comes to the control-nicks,
The trick is to stay beneath the radar.

* * * *
Jesus,
2000 years…and counting.

* * * *
Amazing how patient delusion makes some people.

* * * *
Unlikely any translation
Can ever completely grasp
Any given author’s exact meaning.

* * * *
Liver’s a lot cheaper.

* * * *
Suffering is a lack of presence
Coupled with denial of process.

* * * *
Time melds, time melts

* * * *
Do you really care, or do you just pretend to?

* * * *
Does the bee attend a dried-up rose?

* * * *
It’s more a matter of what you don’t want to do anymore.

* * * *
Justifying yourself is one of those Sisyphean tasks.
Chances are no one will ever totally accept you as you are.

* * * *
The joy of a true cynic
Is outraging another cynic.

* * * *
Pundits like to show off how little they know.

* * * *
You believe what you need to believe
In order to function in your world.

* * * *
An island in the storm.

* * * *
What is there in any word to believe?

* * * *
What you’re really looking for is a state of mind.

* * * *
So many things you’ll never know.

* * * *
All a state of mind.

* * * *
Another day and no form to go in the madness.

* * * *
If you don’t care, why should anyone else?

* * * *
If there was only pleasure,
There would be no pain
To unmask the unmaskable.

* * * *
From form to formless
And back again,
Water is so unattached.

* * * *
Only in consciousness
Is there pleasure and pain.

* * * *
What evidence do you have that it excludes you?

* * * *
Life is harsh,
But need we make it harsher?

* * * *
Why let emotions dictate your life?

* * * *
Not an easy fate.

* * * *
Be wary of believing any propaganda.

* * * *
Hollywood endings are not reality.

* * * *
Living for another
Will always leave one lonely
Sooner or later.

* * * *
Life is a disease
To which death is the remedy.

* * * *
It’s all about attrition.

* * * *
Everyone a linguist in their own fashion.

* * * *
Are you anyone’s promise?

* * * *
Not so hungry as you used to be, are ya?

* * * *
Any given mind is a unique mix of capacity and limitation.

* * * *
I am that I Am
You are that I Am
She is that I Am
He is that I Am
It is that I Am
We are that I Am
They are that I Am
There is nothing that is not
That I Am.

* * * *
So driven.

* * * *
Some days you’re estranged.
Some days you’re involved
Nature of the beast,
Consciousness.

* * * *
Language is just the communication between universes.

* * * *
Can you really change your mind?

* * * *
Is religion really any more than
A tattered security blanket?

* * * *
The biggest bother about growing older
Is attending all those funerals.
And you thought weddings were bad.

* * * *
Credit banks on a future yet unknown.

* * * *
Another imaginary crusade
To save the world from itself.

* * * *
Build a field,
And they might come.

* * * *
Cars passing, passing, passing.
Passengers watching, watching, watching…
What are we all seeing through the windows of our eyes?

* * * *
Surrender the many to the one.

* * * *
It’s as infinite inside as it is outside.

* * * *
It really doesn’t make sense
That some god would create you,
Then judge you for how you play a game
In which there are no clear rules.

* * * *
Plagiarists all.

* * * *
What’s the point of decaf coffee
And non-alcoholic beer?

* * * *
What evidence of a personal god does anyone have?
Believing something does not make it so.

* * * *
Fear of some speculation is a waste of breath.

* * * *
Am I supposed to be bothered
By what you think of me?

* * * *
Looking for a bigger picture.

* * * *
Does it always have to make sense?

* * * *
Better you than me.

* * * *
To be at peace is a choiceless state of mind.

* * * *
So simple that only the most simple can see it.

* * * *
What is this thing called time?

* * * *
Pretty easy to get along with people
If you play out a reflection they can tolerate.

* * * *
If only god would finally give
All these Christians their imaginary heaven.
Now, that would be good news.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
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CLXXIII

These moments of peace are brought to you by your Self.

* * * *
Tell people what they want to hear,
And they’ll usually like you.
Political expediency,
If you will.

* * * *
Without doubt,
There would be no philosophy.

* * * *
Were you born stupid,
Or are you just working yourself that direction.

* * * *
Strange how fear can dominate our lives.

* * * *
No soul can be bought or sold.
You can pretend to be bought or sold,
But it’s only pretend, because you can’t trade
What isn’t yours to own.

* * * *
It’s your piece of the pie
To do with what you will.

* * * *
Ah, something else you will never know.

* * * *
Another beautiful woman…
Ho-hum.

* * * *
There is no touching now with the mind.
One only passes through a dream.

* * * *
Some things are just more bother than they’re worth.

* * * *
An interesting illusion, self image.

* * * *
Interesting how any given history changes over time.

* * * *
It was a non-committal, political face.

* * * *
Go up a few hundred feet,
And a human being won’t come across
Much bigger than an insect.
It’s all relative.

* * * *
Sometimes it’s far more lonely in a crowd.

* * * *
Nowing now to now.

* * * *
Got lots of nothing to say.

* * * *
Temples of vanity everywhere.

* * * *
And they just keep on getting fatter.

* * * *
He’s back,
And you’ve got it all wrong.

* * * *
Your face and body
Are the reflection of your soul.

* * * *
She thinks she’s worth diamonds,
But is she really even worth a dime?

* * * *
Amazing how far a step at a time will get you.

* * * *
Seventy years of life equals
840 months, 3,640 weeks, 25,550 days,
613,200 hours, 36,792,000 minutes,
22,07,520,000 minutes, and
Who knows how many moments.

* * * *
You toy with history as if it matters.

* * * *
Money is really only a little time and toil.

* * * *
It’s all just the play of a dream.

* * * *
Might be a good idea to leave a few stones unturned
So that down the road you have something new to taste.

* * * *
Even the most perfect memory
Cannot recapture one single moment,
Nor can any given perception ever outlast time.

* * * *
Only nothing is eternal.

* * * *
Ever notice how when someone
Wants something so very, very badly,
The desire to give it to them tends to shrivel.

* * * *
Or is it just you?

* * * *
In the actuality of daily living, there is nothing but choice.
But the essence from which all life, all form is born
Does not embrace any choice whatsoever.

* * * *
Ultimate truth is not about the persuasion
Of choice-filled, time-bound propagandas.

* * * *
When you’re young, all you see is youth.
As you age, the range and variety
Seems to expand daily.

* * * *
Morality is a personal issue,
But why ruin someone else’s life
For a few moments of gratification?

* * * *
If chickens had fur, and were a bit cuter,
We probably wouldn’t eat them, either.

* * * *
Divine madness doth reign
In a mind that hath no bounds.

* * * *
Is it a matter of following,
Or of mirroring the reflection within?

* * * *
It takes a lot of pain to be detached.

* * * *
Why be in such a rush?
You’ll be passing through that now soon enough.

* * * *
What is more important: To know god,
Or to know you are that which is godness?

* * * *
Wet ain’t so bad, as long as you stay dry,

* * * *
Once you’ve seen beyond experience,
All experiencing becomes relative.

* * * *
That’s about as fast as that needs to happen.

* * * *
In the eternal sense, one now is as good as another.

* * * *
There’s usually room for one more.

* * * *
Why not you?

* * * *
Should be okay as long as nobody does anything stupid.

* * * *
Once upon a time,
The future seemed so far away.
Now it’s here, and that, too,
Is slipping so quickly
Into another day.

* * * *
Wasn’t so long ago that things were so different.
The pace is quickening so quickly now.
A roller coaster out of control.

* * * *
You used to be so fearless.
What happened?

* * * *
It’s a total thing.
No partials allowed.

* * * *
How do you enlighten
The people who are exclusive
That it’s all-inclusive?

* * * *
Who can hear what cannot be said?

* * * *
Let the cosmos decide the fate of our time.

* * * *
There’s always somewhere else you’d rather be,
But even there, here you are now.

* * * *
The first and most precious gift
You have ever received
Was a breath.
But nothing lasts forever,
And someday death will take it back.
Your physical body’s last act, conscious or not,
Will be a long, full exhale into oblivion.

* * * *
Judgment is just another twisted form of desire.

* * * *
Ever wonder if you’ll live to regret it?

* * * *
Have you ever looked around
And wondered at how truly grotesque
So many human beings are?
The flesh that was once so firm and supple
Eventually bloats, sags, and discolors to such appalling ends.
Only the mind’s capacity for delusion makes it tolerable to abide for any duration.

* * * *
Despite what the newspaper said,
They probably didn’t perish instantly.
In fact, they likely suffered intolerable pain
Much longer than you’d care to know.

* * * *
There’s really no glory in anything
Except your imagination.

* * * *
Amazing how freeing it is
When what any other thinks of you
Is no longer of any concern.

* * * *
Relax, it’s only time.

* * * *
Like being up on top of a mountain, totally alone.

* * * *
You never know when your last moment will be,
So enjoy each and every one possible
In whatever way you will.

* * * *
At least you’re still moving.

* * * *
Even the tortoise eventually gets to the finish line.

* * * *
That guy has got a serious issue
With the size of his penis.

* * * *
Gossip is a world-wide phenomenon.
A certain amount of it will be about you.
Get over it.

* * * *
It’s not like you’re the only one who sees it, you know.

* * * *
Sometimes the obvious
Just isn’t warm and fuzzy enough
For those seeking comfort.

* * * *
Sorry, but your delusion just isn’t all that interesting.

* * * *
Fill it however you please,
Your entire life is a brief window
Into the misty fog of time and space.

* * * *
If you’re into measurement, have I got a world for you.

* * * *
You don’t have to keep processing this, you know.

* * * *
Survived another little journey in time, eh?

* * * *
Amazing what the will to survive will endure.

* * * *
Don’t let time intimidate you.

* * * *
As you get older,
You realize so many things,
Once so important,
Aren’t at all.

* * * *
Eternity is a longer time than long can be.

* * * *
The way things ought to be
Ain’t the way they are.

* * * *
If god is what so many think,
Then he is as finite as you.

* * * *
The reality is you are only a breath from death,
Therefore, if you must identify with something,
A breath is much more vital than any thought.

* * * *
A marketing swirl.

* * * *
You don’t have to keep processing this, you know.

* * * *
Amazing what the will to survive will endure.

* * * *
There are some people you would be sorry to kill.

* * * *
Lost your humor again, I see.

* * * *
You aren’t the first, and won’t be the last.
You are the first, you are the last.

* * * *
Here and now is the here now your mind allows.

* * * *
A neurological dream.

* * * *
We’re all strangers.

* * * *
There is no shortage of vanity in this world.

* * * *
Death’s easy.
It’s life that’s the bitch.

* * * *
Whatever dream you play out
In any scenario of this vast light show
Are all imagined realities untouched by reality.

* * * *
Why? Because it seems to be amusing
To play an endless game of hide and seek,
To lose and discover your Self again and again
In the infinite maze of eternity timing and spacing.

* * * *
The only way to get past all delusion
Is to reside Soully in the stillness of absoluteness.
Not an easy thing for any to want to do.
Maya smiles at the challenge.

* * * *
The wages of our separation
Are collected in so many ways.

* * * *
When you close your eyes, shut off the senses,
Where is the world but in your imagination?

* * * *
Grief over one loss or another
Is an act of selective self-absorption.
All forms succumb to the changing nature.
None are immune, and that for which one grieves
Is but a projection, a denial offering no tonic but delusion.

* * * *
In any well-intentioned deed,
There will be the seed of mayhem.
In any so-called iniquity there will reside
A purity few will ever comprehend.

* * * *
You will know as much at the end
As you did in the beginning.

* * * *
Rushing inattentively through space-time,
You so often miss the unfolding now,
The play of light and shadow
As it mysteriously unfolds
Without any concern or doubt.
Would that you were so care free.

* * * *
If you are in a muddled morass,
There is no use blaming all the others.
You must get your Self out,
Or perish trying.

* * * *
To be vulnerable, open, receptive,
The walls of resistance must dissolve.
To see those is the death of identification,
The ending of sorrow and confusion.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
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CLXXIV

How challenging to project your infinite view upon the world.

* * * *
Surrender requires an at-easeness with death.

* * * *
It might be important to somebody’s dream.

* * * *
Wandering through the maze of time,
Alone no matter where you are.

* * * *
Every start, every stop
Opening up your life to a new aspect
Of this mystery adventure.

* * * *
It will unfold as all things do.

* * * *
What would you really do
If you were in the same situation?
Easier said than done.

* * * *
Are you true to your word?

* * * *
Taking life and times personally
Is a great way to experience hell.

* * * *
Assumptions are inevitably flawed.

* * * *
Giving your all to anything you do
Is a great source of contentment

* * * *
Ironic that innocence so often suffers the most.

* * * *
Don’t be too quick to judge.
It might just happen to you.

* * * *
There are really no winners and losers.
There is just process.

* * * *
Seems inevitable that as soon
As you think yourself so hot,
That you fall flat on your face.

* * * *
The only real expectation is that nothing will last.

* * * *
It’s all good; it’s all bad.
It’s all whatever it is.

* * * *
Scary as it may be, you are the standard
By which your universe is measured.

* * * *
Undifferentiated chaos is the order of the day.

* * * *
Some people never get out
Of the little box of their mind.

* * * *
Everything in your universe is arbitrary.

* * * *
Life’s drama seems to boil down
To assumptions being taken
Far too personally.

* * * *
Aging is about seeing your father or mother in the mirror.

* * * *
To be reborn is to see the world wonderously anew.

* * * *
Great havoc can come from living for what others think.

* * * *
You are the creator and destroyer of universes,
However many there may have been, or will be.

* * * *
What prevents your seeing the greatest vision?

* * * *
One of those days
When memories trigger
One after another.

* * * *
You are witness to the changing of your universe.

* * * *
Have you ever wondered
At the many common features
Of so many creatures upon this world?
How obvious we are cousins of the same origin.

* * * *
Into the sun and back again.

* * * *
Look closely, breathe deeply.
You may never experience this again.

* * * *
When it comes down to it,
Every single one begin anew
Every single moment.

* * * *
Even the most attentive
May fall from grace
Occasionally.

* * * *
Slowly but surely, humanity expands
To the given limits of this world.

* * * *
Keep on pushing that rock, you fool.

* * * *
As one philosopher in time is said to have said,
The only true philosophical question is suicide.

* * * *
Such a harsh reality that things so easy in youth
Become more and more challenging
With every passing year.

* * * *
Which came first, winter or spring?

* * * *
So much pondering dissolving.

* * * *
Too many terrains for memory to recall.

* * * *
What does forever really mean?

* * * *
How can you believe love is attached to any form?

* * * *
To fathom the unfathomable,
You must be unfathomable.

* * * *
A back burn for the fire raging out of control.

* * * *
There are those who feel and those who think.
Heaven and hell know the journey taken.

* * * *
All these words saying the same thing so many ways.

* * * *
What can you save in a dream?

* * * *
Without thought there would be no illusion of continuity.

* * * *
To simply be,
Without identification,
Is your true nature.

* * * *
Humanity’s course will not significantly alter
If ignorance does not surrender to a higher vision.

* * * *
The greatest club has always wielded the law to its own ends.

* * * *
Generally, the more you think you have,
The more you think you have to watch.

* * * *
All those others merely projections
Created by a vivid imagination.

* * * *
What unwarranted suffering
All the concepts of god have wrought
Upon life in this illusory sphere.

* * * *
Earth, wind, water and fire are what they are
Because they surrender completely to the moment.
Like an electrical circuit, it is resistance that defines the flow.

* * * *
Humanity’s arrogant egocentricity will be its undoing.

* * * *
Bury the dead and let them rest in peace.
Do not bring them back to your hell.

* * * *
Dust to dust, oblivion to oblivion.
All that remains is a temporary memory
In a few other journeys to the same graveyard.

* * * *
During those moments
When you are caught in time,
When you have mislaid your way,
When your attachment to the world
Has created the imagined havoc
Only a psyche in disorder can,
Look within, study resolutely,
Until all becomes apparent
And time again disappears.
Practice, practice, practice,
Until you are eternally eternity.

* * * *
Even the most enlightened
Stumble and fall countless times.

* * * *
The worship of personality,
Of the body, and all its attachments,
Is the route of fallen angels.

* * * *
It’s just a dream, real and unreal,
Temporary and full of empty meaning.
Relax and enjoy the show as best ye may.

* * * *
The knack for discernment
Is effortlessly hard-won.

* * * *
No point to it.

* * * *
All in your head, all in your head.

* * * *
If you can only listen to lies,
Then that’s what you’ll get.

* * * *
So close, yet so far.

* * * *
It starts and ends in you.

* * * *
You’re stuck now.

* * * *
The pettiness in which you enshrine
Your conceptual dualistic god
Is idolatrous blaspheme.
Unless you become that god nature,
You have merely enshrined the mind.

* * * *
What black box is not lightened once peered into?

* * * *
To heal the rifts in the human drama,
A new resonance beyond words
Must somehow come about.

* * * *
Any given scripture will mean
What you are ready for it to mean.

* * * *
Those who are ready will find it and perish.

* * * *
You are the center
Of a personal universe,
Which really has no center.

* * * *
Once you know your Self,
You know all there really is to know.

* * * *
The breath is the most apparent connection with the allness.

* * * *
Godness, oneness, allness, isness, nowness,
Amness, timelessness, spacelessness.
All choicelessly ness-ing away.

* * * *
The kernel of godness
Resides at the nucleus of your being.
Your fruition is a free-will matter
Born of a choiceless nature.

* * * *
Though it may often seem a hard journey,
It’s end is sweet.

* * * *
To be reborn into the spirit
Is not about belief or faith.
It is not a thought process.
It is an unquestionable realization
Prior anything the senses can ever discern.
It is a holy union with that which is eternal prior to all form and function,
Prior all time and space, prior to all concept and limitation.

* * * *
To know one’s godness as a manifest life form
Is a aspiration few will ever discern.
Though the many are called,
Why so few are inclined
Is the real mystery.

* * * *
Even when light
Is shined full force,
The blind cannot see.

* * * *
The void is not.

* * * *
All paradigms are creations
Of minds born of limitation.

* * * *
There is only one dancer dancing.

* * * *
The body is your vehicle to explore this manifest dream.
It is not meant to last, so treat it as gently as you are able.

* * * *
How foolishly, stupidly vain and unnecessary it is to be dogmatic.
What you truly are is the law and the lawlessness,
The principled and the unprincipled,
The king and the pawn,
The saint and the sinner.
Hypocrisy is the outcome for all
Pretending otherwise.

* * * *
You want so badly to live a spiritual life,
Yet when have you not?

* * * *
It is the mind that creates all blocks to reality.
When it ceases to function in separation,
One dances in a very different way.

* * * *
Even the greatest debilitation
Cannot cause separation
Without your consent.

* * * *
It’s just what you do.
No biggee, really.

* * * *
No sin is too great to bar the journey home,
Yet even the greatest angels sometimes stumble
Into the hell of consciousness wrought by time.
The mind is not something to toy with lightly.

* * * *
These words do tell
Of the spaceless timelessness
In which you truly dwell.

* * * *
Just doing what needs to be done,
And saying what needs to be said.

* * * *
On time and space we do depend,
At least until the journey’s end.

* * * *
Don’t grow up.
Grow young.

* * * *
You are, have been, and will be
Every form ever fashioned
In this manifest dance,
Yet your essential actuality
Can never be bound by any of it.

* * * *
How enjoyable, spaciousness.

* * * *
All claims to being anything
Are distortions of the ultimate fact.

* * * *
So easy to forget you’re supposed to be acting older.

* * * *
Are you free in your own mind?

* * * *
Do not assume all the other life forms,
And the elements of earth, wind, water and fire
Are caught up in the same identification
With time and space as you.
Their immediacy is Eden’s eternity.

* * * *
The Garden of Eden never disappeared.
You have simply lost sight of its eternal presence.
It was very apparent when you were a child,
And will be again if you grow old young.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
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CLXXV

We are still in the unfolding genesis,
And will be for as long as time endures.

* * * *
Let us all help one another discover
This eternal insight into our ultimate nature.
It is a journey all have an equal birthright to discern.

* * * *
How privileged you are to witness
The vastness beyond the personal aspect.
Yet be cautious of the arrogance it can bring about,
For it in no way makes you superior
To anything or anyone else.

* * * *
You and the father and mother,
Or whatever you may call it, are one
Whether you become conscious of it or not.

* * * *
The bane of the human tendency to band together
Is that the resulting synergy too often becomes an end in itself
With less and less concern for the individuals that it supposedly serves.

* * * *
These writings will bring about
The end of the world as you know it.

* * * *
Healing the sick, walking on water, raising the dead,
Changing water to wine, resurrecting oneself…
So what?

* * * *
To be born into the world,
Each raised in the knowledge
That they are that which is godness,
Void of all superstition, ritual and dogma…
Now that would be heaven on earth.

* * * *
Perchance it might aid in changing things.

* * * *
To discern all potentials within,
Yet choose only those that benefit all,
Those looking to the greater good,
That is the nature of those
Who see they are
The suns of godness.

* * * *
Attachment to the world is all in your mind,
But when was it ever really “your” mind?

* * * *
Free will is the illusion.
It is the maze to which the key
To freedom is surrender.

* * * *
What a mystery this day-to-day
A dream both real and unreal,
A vapor passing ever now.

* * * *
All the sustenance of the world
Cannot feed the hungry soul,
Nor quench its savage thirst.

* * * *
“A work of straw,” exclaimed one author
Of his philosophical works at his deathbed.
True enough, but wasn’t it good fun at the time?

* * * *
From womb and sandbox
To playground and classroom.
From local to national to international,
From earth to galaxy to universe,
The journey of imagination,
From finite to infinite,
Is without limits.

* * * *
Buddha, Jesus, Lao Tzu,
And all the many others
Have all been played.
Now you play you.
There is no need
To imitate them.

* * * *
It is not what or how you think,
But the movement of thought itself
That must be discerned to comprehend
That which seeks is that that which is sought.
The flickering passage of consciousness
Is the patterning, is the youness,
The nowness, the isness,
The godness,
The one
And only one.

* * * *
However it is named is only a name.

* * * *
The journey, be it fast or slow,
Is ever of the same motionlessness.

* * * *
In the stillness, time and space are transcended.

* * * *
Truth is imperceptible.

* * * *
You are the eternal fact unfolding in dreamtime.

* * * *
The way you see the universe
In which you wander
Is founded upon
Whatever information
Your mythos has provided you.

* * * *
Is illusion even possible without language?

* * * *
If you were truly free,
Would it, could it
Even occur to you?

* * * *
When everything in the day-to-day is complete,
Give space your time and time your space.

* * * *
You may as well live courageously.
What point is there to fearing your fate
When all ends are the same grave?

* * * *
Pride is the destroyer of Eden.

* * * *
Reaction is founded upon conditioning,
Response upon effortless discernment.

* * * *
Forget all you think you know.
It is all an encumbrance
To discerning the way home.

* * * *
All you are is words.

* * * *
Perfection of the personality is a non-issue.
Fusion within is not a matter of class,
Ethnicity, culture, creed or politics.
Nor any patterning the flittering
Of consciousness might undertake.
It is a journey playing out whatever cards,
Be they fair or not, that any given fate has dealt.

* * * *
Can the manifest plane
Ever know true harmony?
Only time will tell.

* * * *
In a way difficult to express,
Whether pleasurable or painful,
How equal each moment becomes.

* * * *
So many praying for forgiveness,
Never seeing they need only
Forgive themselves.

* * * *
Once you discover your true nature,
What is there to do with the time remaining
But whatever the path of least resistance offers?

* * * *
All this emphasis on fun, pleasure, entertainment.
Would any of it be necessary if you were content?

* * * *
Potential is only as good as one’s interest in pursuing it.

* * * *
Nothing’s never good enough for so many.

* * * *
The pot once again declares the kettle black.

* * * *
Hmmm… to which conspiracy theory should you subscribe?

* * * *
Nothing’s the potential in all.

* * * *
A wild mix of incoherence.

* * * *
Amazing how any fact
Can be twisted around
By the need to believe.

* * * *
Tugging at the plug.

* * * *
You are far more a breath than a thought.

* * * *
We all break each other’s cherries sooner or later.

* * * *
Realize that all meaning and purpose is born in your mind.
It is your creation, your speculation, your collusion.
It is not verifiable in any way, shape or form.
Pretend what you will, all identification
Is a surreal, momentary dream.
You are proof of that.

* * * *
Be content that it is so.

* * * *
In far less than a hundred years,
You will not care one diddly-squat
What anyone said or thought of you,
Or even what you thought of yourself.

* * * *
Death is one big eraser.

* * * *
Future generations will look back at this era,
And curse us for what we have done to them.

* * * *
You must use your personal view
To extrapolate the infinite one.

* * * *
Ancient superstitions founded
Upon the ignorance and resulting fears
Of the human psyche continue to wreak havoc.
To discern the fear, its source,
And the causelessness prior to it,
Is the challenge each must face alone.

* * * *
What a pathetic mockery
This world’s so-called religious leaders
Have made of this mystery.

* * * *
Habits are made to be broken.

* * * *
To see how insignificant you are in this infinity
Is to discern how infinite you truly are.

* * * *
Dead poets don’t require compensation.

* * * *
Even if we were all see to this,
Life would remain very much a challenge.
The issue is how much better we could get along
With fewer inane dogmatic assertions.

* * * *
Yes indeed, that’s very Christian.
Very Christian, indeed.

* * * *
How is it so many remain blind to the hellish blaspheme
They have been corn fed by so-called spiritual leaders
Since long before the seeds of culture took root?

* * * *
The personality who engraved these words is unimportant,
Merely a focus of useless chatter and speculation.
The continued parody of ceaseless thought.
Find your Self, and you will know every scribe,
Every seer and mystic this dream has ever known.

* * * *
The only real solution to the human drama
Is seeing clearly what we truly are.
From that, what will blossom
Has yet to be written.

* * * *
Organized religion is like leftover silage.

* * * *
We are following the trails of peoples
Who never observed the universe
Through telescopes or microscopes,
Who never witnessed the earth from space,
Who never discerned any geography outside their own.
Why do we allow them sway over our time?

* * * *
Is what we are doing
With our ballooning population
Really any different than flies swarming
Over a three-day-old pile of shit?

* * * *
We are all the suns of man and god.

* * * *
Condemnation leaves no room for understanding.

* * * *
How arduous it is to discern the unity
Behind the many masks of diversity.

* * * *
No one else can ever grasp what your eyes see,
Your ears hear, your tongue tastes, your nostrils smell,
Your skin senses, or your mind ponders.
Your pleasures and pains,
Your heaven or hell,
The universe
You have created,
Is yours and yours alone.

* * * *
You are the spawn of eternity.

* * * *
You are a student of consciousness.
Masked by countless masks,
It is ever the same.

* * * *
There’s really nothing that needs to be said or written,
But consciousness is absorbed in its endless chatter.
Somewhat akin to Narcissus falling for his reflection.

* * * *
Here we go again.

* * * *
Terrorists are as impossible to battle as ants, cockroaches or flies.
They just keep on streaming from unseen corners,
And there is always another day.

* * * *
The passion of hate
Is all but inexhaustible.

* * * *
The only difference between any you
And a wafting curl of smoke
Is consciousness.

* * * *
Another unwinnable war.

* * * *
A woman’s view of reality is often in no way realistic.

* * * *
A dancing cloud of atoms
Reforming again and again.

* * * *
In all reflections sits the god of vanity.

* * * *
A new level of surrender.

* * * *
The churning pool has no time for reflection.

* * * *
The voice is the spring of the essential nature.

* * * *
To see the world in all its immeasurable detail
Is the blessing and curse of the mystical mind.

* * * *
Organized religions are towers of babble.

* * * *
The challenge for any soul
Is to somehow retain its innocence
In an oft times ruthless world.

* * * *
A coyote cannot hide its eyes for long.

* * * *
In all their ignorance,
Religions everywhere battle
Over that which is inherently given,
Over that which can never be subjugated,
Over that which no mind can no more than witness,
Over that which, despite all assertions,
Is prior to any given notion.

* * * *
Tell it to the judge.

* * * *
Ignorance creates faith to sustain its vanity.

* * * *
Are you content?
Why or why not (In 50 words or less)?

* * * *
Your mind is the expanding universe.

* * * *
Occasionally peek into places you normally wouldn’t.
You might learn something.

* * * *
The nefarious tribe at it again.
Oh well.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
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Chapter 176 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)

2009-11-28T07:57:00.000-08:00

CLXXVI

As soon as you believe
You’ve finally figured it out,
A gust of wind casts it asunder
For the thousandth time that day.

* * * *
How fresh, how weary an immortal soul
Encased in mortal flesh and time can be.

* * * *
Takes one to know one.

* * * *
Another absent-minded moment
Lost to perception.

* * * *
If they know how they were being watched,
What would they say and do?
Look to history for your answer, Pilgrim.

* * * *
Many doors open the young and innocent,
Many of which they will oft times wish hadn’t.

* * * *
Looking for something in which no form can be found.

* * * *
Anonymity cannot be found.
That which is given need not be sought,
For it is in the living seen.

* * * *
Buddha in a baseball cap.

* * * *
They who do not look can never see.

* * * *
A rotting carcass not yet a day old.

* * * *
Much easier to let stupidity rule.

* * * *
Feel fortunate you do not see me,
For I would test your field of vision.

* * * *
You might be loved forever
If it were not flesh
About which we were talking.

* * * *
You have seen enough shores
To know they count as one.

* * * *
Brakes work best when their use in intended in advance.

* * * *
Youthful flesh makes fools of all.

* * * *
If you had it, would you still want it?

* * * *
As any group is held back
By its slowest lollygag,
So is a species.

* * * *
It is sheer randomness that creates heaven.

* * * *
With dying comes the realization
That it was all a mirage.

* * * *
The toll of age comes to all who survive their youth.

* * * *
It is in the everyday mundane you will find your Soul.

* * * *
It’s been a pretty good container,
Considering what you’ve put it through
To reach this moment in this vast mystery.

* * * *
The universe is a masterpiece
Set to any scale you please.

* * * *
It’s always a good day to die.

* * * *
Armed with paper, pen and mind,
You wander into the arena uncontested.

* * * *
Most lose interest in a game
That has no discernable score.

* * * *
Looking for a witness
To your self-absorbed glory
Is a lifetime of incessant delusion.

* * * *
There will perhaps come a time
When even your own silly game,
You will no longer be able to play.

* * * *
Strength is nothing without flexibility,
Dexterity, capacity, wit and endurance.

* * * *
To be content; completely, absolutely satisfied
At that last whispered whiff of awareness
Will be life’s greatest challenge.

* * * *
It will be into the far distant future
That this wordy shadow shall cross.
Only a few need keep the ember aglow.

* * * *
Step back from the windswept crest,
And celebrate what time remains
With a resurgence of sanity
All but lost in history’s
Present unfolding.

* * * *
Toying with the future of time.

* * * *
The best diet plan is getting lost
In a forest for a week or three.

* * * *
Tis an answer only mind’s play will play out.

* * * *
To play so far ahead in time
Is to be very much present.

* * * *
Every game has its players and watchers.
Which be ye?

* * * *
Belief is often a parasitic venture.

* * * *
They pay no more attention to your game
Than you do theirs.

* * * *
In this mystic’s odyssey,
Commitments have been short,
And the usual mix of bitter and sweet.

* * * *
All states of consciousness are relative.
All are temporal parts of the corporate whole
Very much the same at the most essential level.
Any claims to the contrary are delusional.

* * * *
Science is always playing catch-up.

* * * *
Let each be a prophet unto Self.

* * * *
There is no one way to express the One Way.

* * * *
Eternity is the lair into which even dragons fear treading.

* * * *
As present as the tides of consciousness allow.

* * * *
Endless chatter.
No different, really, than the babbling
Of any given brook.

* * * *
There is an absolute,
But it is very much prior
To anything consciousness
Can ever even imagine spinning.

* * * *
More useless numbers.

* * * *
Friends are reflections who like us,
Enemies those too similar to tolerate.

* * * *
A pretty large theater this planet offers this passion play.

* * * *
You yearn so badly for it to matter,
And that it doesn’t, and never will,
Is the source of incessant pain.

* * * *
Thank you, kindly.

* * * *
Humanity’s fate is dark beyond the horizon.

* * * *
Infinite patience
Is a one-moment-at-a-time
Kind of thing.

* * * *
Misguided expectations inevitably
Bring about conflict and suffering.

* * * *
Few will ever take care of you
As well as you will yourself.

* * * *
You don’t have to tell them what you think.

* * * *
I have done it all through you.

* * * *
Shopper hell would be without malls, sales and holidays.

* * * *
As moths to light,
Humans to consciousness.

* * * *
Expectations and disappointment
Have some sort of inverse ratio.

* * * *
Shit waiting to happen.

* * * *
Lots of nothing special.

* * * *
You are delusional like all the rest.

* * * *
And what do you think that proves?

* * * *
Well intentioned, but misguided.

* * * *
Belief is just the speculation
With which you are most comfortable.

* * * *
The wayward mystic.

* * * *
Try unbecoming.

* * * *
Funny what we get used to,
What each calls normal.

* * * *
But for imagination, you have never existed.

* * * *
A speck of sand,
A drop of water,
A ray of light,
You are.

* * * *
Everything short of infinity is limited foolishness.

* * * *
The universe is just a larger womb.

* * * *
The unwavering solitude
Cannot be offset
By any number of others.

* * * *
Despite the fact
That time is illusion,
It’s a rather curious thing
That you can never go back.

* * * *
Those psycho-babblers seem to have
A label for everything, don’t they?

* * * *
The harder you try, the further away it gets.

* * * *
All things to all people.

* * * *
Vanity is the pride of consciousness.

* * * *
In the end, diddley-squat is its name.

* * * *
Where no tourista can go.

* * * *
Who came up with the idea to call it progress?
Was it the same guy who defined resources?

* * * *
A god based on vanity is no god at all.

* * * *
If all you knew was a forest,
Valley, desert, mountain or seaside.
How could you ever imagine anything else?

* * * *
A consistent process of discovery and rediscovery.

* * * *
Daily, fewer and fewer growing up
With a relationship with nature.

* * * *
Do you really know what you are, anymore?

* * * *
The ambitious have always drug everyone else in their wake.

* * * *
Any given mind is ever juggling
Whatever universe it contains.

* * * *
What is Mount Everest to an ant?
What is the universe to a microbe?

* * * *
Wake up to your world.

* * * *
Feel the sanity of a complete breath.

* * * *
You really can’t more than a priori now.
Why would you want to live forever?

* * * *
Misunderstood again and again.

* * * *
No reason to count the miles
On the highway to nowhere.

* * * *
Good god, laugh at yourself a bit more.
You are a joke of sorts, you know.

* * * *
Your wealth is beyond words.

* * * *
Seize the moment.

* * * *
Sure ripe for that lesson, ain’t ya?

* * * *
The answer is that there is really
No question that needs and answer.

* * * *
Ignorance is always making claims
That inquiry cannot sustain.

* * * *
A timely death.

* * * *
Infinitely tall, infinitely small.

* * * *
A dream some call life.

* * * *
Only a fool teases a hornet’s nest.

* * * *
Sometimes it’s doing that counts.
Sometimes being’s just enough.

* * * *
Depends which version of history
To which you subscribe.

* * * *
Whenever hope enters the picture,
There probably isn’t much.

* * * *
Wisdom is much less interesting than a good erection.
That’s why it’s usually the domain of the old and wizened.

* * * *
All too often life consists of shuffling things back and forth.

* * * *
Plain and simple, time travel is not possible
Because there’s really no such thing as time.

* * * *
We battle over instinctual tribal patterns
Born of imagination’s beginnings.

* * * *
If godness is in your heart,
As so many scriptures assert,
Then what does that make you?

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Chapter 177 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)

2009-11-28T07:56:00.000-08:00

CLXXVII

You are a brief expression of godness.
Nothing more and nothing less.
And so is everything else.
Despite all claims to the contrary,
It is all quite equal in the way most divine.

* * * *
Inside jokes can be tough on the outsiders.

* * * *
Nature’s vendetta yawns and stretches for a new day.

* * * *
All you know are the countless concoctions of consciousness,
As real as the shimmering moonlight reflecting upon the ocean surface.

* * * *
You will never discern your true nature
If you cannot step outside yourself.

* * * *
Your body is a receiver designed
To play out a contextual software.
How you process it is up to you.

* * * *
Wake up to how asleep you truly are.

* * * *
What are you but Soul in a body bag?

* * * *
No face captures you for long.

* * * *
I Am is with you always.

* * * *
What you truly are is quite senseless.

* * * *

The reason you believe a messiah will return to save you
Is because what was taught the first time was not understood.
And because so many since have manipulated the words
To such a blatantly, pathetically absurd degree.

* * * *
If you are honest with your Self,
You will admit how little you know.

* * * *
Anyone who thinks they are Christ, Buddha or any of the others
Is caught up in an identity crisis of delusional proportion.

* * * *
Try not to torture yourself so for being
Forced to play out pretending
You are a human being.
It is really only
A temporary affliction.
The trick is to make the best
Of whatever fate you’ve been funded.

* * * *
A god by any other name is exactly the same.

* * * *
Ideals are the stomping ground of ignorance and delusion.

* * * *
Cities are like anthills teeming
With every insanity imaginable.

* * * *
Political correctness has no place in the quest for truth.

* * * *
You’re only good for now.

* * * *
Consciousness is mental disturbance.

* * * *
It is what is no matter what anyone anywhere believes.

* * * *
The mystery of how
The inanimate became animate
Flows in your veins.

* * * *
Destiny is a rainbow of possibilities brought to light.

* * * *
You’ve a life work yet to complete.
What is it?

* * * *
New silliness always dribbling out
In the odd moments of the wandering.

* * * *
All the faces are running together like drops in a stream.

* * * *
Aphorisms are mindful increments.

* * * *
Give an animal an ego
And it will call itself
A human being.

* * * *
The artful politician is just someone
With a great capacity for bullshit.

* * * *
Life is often not what you would prefer it to be.
How you meet the gap between reality and your ideals
Is the measure of your capacity for suffering.

* * * *
As you surrender yourself over to it,
As the block regains its uncarved origin,
You will likely become more and more vague
About the identification and purpose
Of which others seem so sure.

* * * *
Ann Landers, Miss Manners, and Abigale Van Buren
Can take a flying leap off a tall cliff.
Be untamable.

* * * *
Those who see do not necessarily live easier lives.

* * * *
Who is it who resists?

* * * *
Those who think they are so necessary
Often are not, and perhaps even only
Burden others with their presence.

* * * *
When it finally takes you over,
There really won’t be much choice.

* * * *
Yours is the only world you can really impact

* * * *
For humanity to believe itself superior
To the eternal patterning is a road to extinction.
We weave ourselves out of the weaving
Into a corner of our own making.

* * * *
Imagine heaven, imagine hell.
Can there be a real difference?

* * * *
Either you see what you truly are,
Or you do not.
What middle ground can there be?

* * * *
Personal characteristics
Are merely temporal outcomes
Of any given chemical permutation.

* * * *
Amazing what some find attractive.

* * * *
But for the many thoughts you give it,
There would be no universe,
No world, no theater
For vanity’s incessant drama.

* * * *
You need not justify your existence
To any of the voices within.
They have no real say
Regarding your eternal nature.

* * * *
What to do with your creation is an unfolding question
Answered with each moment’s choiceless passing

* * * *
When you can see everything and nothing,
You will be it.

* * * *
Let the world go when it no longer concerns you.

* * * *
Play the fool, play the sage.
Two sides of the same coin.

* * * *
To see it absolutely is your end.

* * * *
Those who walk between heaven and earth
Are very awake and sleep very soundly.

* * * *
What a distraction knowledge is.
Beneath its unremitting movement
Is such an ocean of timeless stillness.

* * * *
Do you really think the voice within
Is really any different than anyone else’s?

* * * *
That Self which perceives all, knows all, is all,
That you in the most mysterious sense;
How incomprehensible it truly is.
No mind will ever fathom
Its infinite reaches.

* * * *
Your endless quest for hedonistic excess
May pursue you with a terrible vengeance.

* * * *
When the personal mind
Ceases to exist in the known,
A deep serenity is all that remains.

* * * *
What passionate emotions desire manifests.

* * * *
Our ability to communicate,
To share our visions with each other,
Has turned out to be both a blessing and a curse.
We have achieved an amazing ability to manipulate our world,
Yet increasingly stagger in an exponential quagmire
To which the inevitable conclusion may be
Complete and utter destruction.

* * * *
Some might call it insanity.
Others a broad frame of reference.

* * * *
How many ominous ways
Destruction is gathering forces
On the swiftly approaching horizon.
How many, how few are capable of seeing
The bitter harvest of the seeds we have sown.
Such depressing words are not easily heard by most
But to leave them unspoken only allows delusion
To continue its irrational rampage unchallenged.

* * * *
Will we be intelligent enough to survive ourselves?

* * * *
The conversational ability of a gnat.

* * * *
Infinite permutations of insanity.

* * * *
Death is the happy medium.

* * * *
The nexus Muad’Dib.

* * * *
We cannot spawn ten billion human beings
And expect this planet to remain hospitable.

* * * *
What it was, it no longer is.
What is will ever be.
What it will be
Will be
For as long
As forever can be.

* * * *
They harangue their sheep
With the same inane babble
Over and over and over…

* * * *
A government that does not act
On behalf of the world at large
Is no government worth supporting.

* * * *
How can anyone possibly believe
That the totality would ever be bound
By any set of scriptures, any set of symbols,
Any cultural mindset, any racial or sexual preference,
Any mode of dress, behavior, geography, or dogmatic assertion.
Never believe godness bound by any mortal limitation.

* * * *
Flags are just colorful pieces of cloth
Given more weight than they deserve.

* * * *
Contentment is a now thing.

* * * *
Does love require an object on which to focus?

* * * *
Is any experience really anything more than imagination?

* * * *
What generation has not reacted to the circumstances
Created by parents, relatives and other ancestry?

* * * *
The more you think you have,
The more you think you might lose.

* * * *
You are really just a breath.

* * * *
It is because it is.

* * * *
You need not feel guilt or sorrow
Over having been born a human being.
It is both a privilege and a nuisance,
Perhaps the greatest challenge
This remarkable little stage offers.

* * * *
Our blindness to the fact that godness
Is within everything and everyone
Weaves certain destruction.

* * * *
To not see this, to insist upon separation,
Is to bear false witness to the mystery within
And the divine essence inherent in all without.

* * * *
Look down at your body
And realize you have never once
Really seen the face from which you peer,
And that you never will.

* * * *
What you think is never real for long.

* * * *
Humility is not the false arrogance so many practice.
It is a quiet understanding of one’s equal standing
With every form ever concocted in any realm
Of this divine mirage of heaven and hell.

* * * *
It’s all spontaneous word association.

* * * *
The intention herein is to undo the grasp
History has upon consciousness.
To free the mind so that it may deal directly
With the immediate day-to-day eternally unfolding now.

* * * *
Funny how kings need jesters
More than jesters need kings.

* * * *
The garden earth
Has beheld many forms.
You are just one of countless faces
Playing your universe for but a short awhile.

* * * *
Occasionally take pause
In the day-to-day
To recall how one it is.

* * * *
So many things the young do
That they will never dare again
In the many years to come.

* * * *
How far will we take this insanity?
How far will we be allowed to take it?

* * * *
You will be home
When your only ambition
Is to live a senseless existence.

* * * *
Pain and suffering only sharpen the ironic wit.

* * * *
Numb’s the word.

* * * *
When you can say one thing one moment,
And mean something completely opposite in another,
You are either irrational or free (as if they are all that different).

* * * *
Does it being impossible make anything possible?

* * * *
So many doors in this imaginary theater,
Creation, preservation and destruction in each.
Which to choose, which to choose?
All, none or one?

* * * *
What is done is done.
Bury it; put it behind you.
Do not let time bind your mind.

* * * *
No matter how good your intentions,
There will inevitably be a critic
Declaring how s/he could do it better.

* * * *
Until the politicians decide to lead
Or the masses decide to insist upon leadership,
The course humanity is taking is ridden with icebergs,
And the dark waters are very, very cold.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
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World Rights Reserved

Chapter 178 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)

2009-11-28T07:55:00.000-08:00

CLXXVIII

Before we can create viable solutions,
We must discern and face the enormity of the problems,
And our very prominent role in their creation.

* * * *
Consciousness
Is as fleeting as steam
Rising from a hot cup of coffee.

* * * *
Wanting to be valued for a body,
A mind, or an outlook that cannot last
Is like treading through quicksand.

* * * *
Who is a stranger to suffering?
The challenge is not blaming others
For the sorrow to which you have colluded.

* * * *
Humanity has never dealt well with its morality.

* * * *
If that’s what you want to believe…

* * * *
What is civilized life
But a mound of parasitic forces
Playing off each other’s many delusions?

* * * *
If you are too engrossed with the details, you miss the big picture.
Too caught up in the big picture, you stumble over the details.
Strike a balance.

* * * *
Lump it in whatever categories you will,
Consciousness is consciousness
No matter the subscription.

* * * *
Trying to be, trying not to be,
It is the effort in either
Which creates the suffering.

* * * *
When you say, play and do whatever the audience desires,
It’s easy to become attached to the applause,
And disabled by the hecklers.

* * * *
It is attachment that makes you so rigid.

* * * *
The obvious is rarely obvious to all.

* * * *
Awareness disentangles the knots of thought’s creations.

* * * *
Does desire toy with you?
Or you with it?

* * * *
Your predispositions find their mirrors.

* * * *
The one-pointed nature is as free as it gets.

* * * *
Regarding the inevitability of physical death,
You will cross that bridge soon enough.

* * * *
You are the beginning and end of time.

* * * *
The limits of godness are created and defined solely by you.

* * * *
The mystery’s greatness
Is cast of your eternal reflection.
Light streams from the mind’s awareness,
Giving birth to sun, moon and stars
And all the myriad forms.

* * * *
Time is a dream.
It has no reality but through
The a priori nature of consciousness.

* * * *
Though the source of all, the infinite nature
Is just another ephemeral piece of imagination.

* * * *
It doesn’t matter whether you like them or not.

* * * *
What can change but change itself?

* * * *
Why should it make sense?

* * * *
What is any dream but the eternal dust
Playing in a sandbox of it’s own making?

* * * *
Dispense with all regrets.

* * * *
No matter the mask, costume or pretense donned,
All are you.

* * * *
These writings are not in the least bit complicated
Once the key to one is discerned the same for all.

* * * *
The many attributes of the flesh
Cannot sate true desire for long.

* * * *
Flowery bouquet that you may be now,
A crumbling skeleton you will one day be.

* * * *
What will we do when the forests are all paper?

* * * *
Perfectionists can make it tough on themselves,
And everyone who chances into their dour path.

* * * *
We are all going to die.
How miserably is the question.

* * * *
Just another pathologically corrupt dream,
As so many seem to be.

* * * *
Light is as light does.

* * * *
Has it ever become clearly apparent
Why you have never, can never,
Will never see your own face?

* * * *
So many things we disagree with
That we go along with anyway.

* * * *
You will only be as free as you desire allows.

* * * *
You have allowed ignorance and delusion
To lead you down a path of destruction
Even a fool would not dream of treading.

* * * *
Throughout Eden’s garden,
Ignorance inevitably succumbs
To its own conscious death.

* * * *
Yours to witness at most

* * * *
Thou art godness in the way no words can tell.

* * * *
How die you that was never born?

* * * *
Your dream is whatever you know it to be.

* * * *
Discard the life that was never yours
In any way thought inspires.

* * * *
Are you sorry you did it,
Or just sorry you got caught?

* * * *
The peace of eternity
Requires no reconciliation
Of an individual nature.

* * * *
How many ways there are to torture oneself
For what we think we are and are not.

* * * *
Growth, growth, growth.
What is it we actually think
We are growing into?

* * * *
How large must a stack of gold be
Before you see it is just a pile of sand?

* * * *
Corporations are inert husks
Filled with teaming life making decisions
That create and destroy with synergistic indifference.

* * * *
If you identify with time, you will be caught in it
In whatever way your free-running will takes you.

* * * *
The challenge is learning to ignore the garbage
So many toss upon themselves, others and you.

* * * *
Do you truly suffer, or
Is it merely imagination’s,
And its correlated attachment
To the body temporarily inhabits.

* * * *
Lots of upset, angry people,
But not about the same things.

* * * *
Grace awakens within those who allow it.

* * * *
People do what their vanity abides.

* * * *
Parasites and critics have a lot in common.

* * * *
Change yourself before asking it of the world.

* * * *
Feeling ordinary is a very good thing.

* * * *
Change the course of a river however you will,
It still must eventually return to the sea.

* * * *
What lies out past infinity?

* * * *
Look past your penis
At what that beautiful woman
Will be looking like fifty years hence.

* * * *
What is this attachment to the word, love?

* * * *
Not interested in the limelight, sorry.

* * * *
Irony has a way of making almost anything humorous.

* * * *
So, in other words,
Freedom of speech for you,
But not for them.

* * * *
What bitterness this thing called love can harvest.

* * * *
We’re all disturbed about one thing or another.

* * * *
Madness abides any given label.

* * * *
They say the good die young.
Hopefully, god will grant a little time off
For those token moments of moderate behavior.

* * * *
A truth for all.

* * * *
Four-letter word for organized religion: bunk.

* * * *
Who and what is not the truth, the life, and the way?

* * * *
What will you do when all your gods,
When all your idolatry has failed you?

* * * *
Death is just returning to the womb of totality.

* * * *
Turn away from all that is known
Into that which is unknown.

* * * *
What a phenomenal thing to exist.

* * * *
The challenge is learning to ignore the garbage
The others put upon themselves, others and you.

* * * *
Do you really suffer,
Or is it merely imagination
And the correlated attachments
To the body it temporarily inhabits?

* * * *
Doesn’t matter whether it’s well-written or not.
What counts is whether you grasp the intent.

* * * *
Is there anything more boorish than false pride?

* * * *
Is god so vain as to attempt
To experience every possibility?

* * * *
The pie is cut,
The niches are full,
And ‘No Trespassing’ signs
Are posted at every imagined border.
Where to go from here?

* * * *
Love measured is not love at all.

* * * *
Anything can be skewed by misinterpretation.

* * * *
One returns to absoluteness
Because it is the only state of mind
Immune from the pain of consciousness.

* * * *
Is humanity capable of controlling its numbers,
Or will Mother Nature intercede in ways
We would rather not experience?

* * * *
Is any thought ultimately real?

* * * *
You are the stage upon which your universe is built.

* * * *
Why are you still dragging around
So many things that no longer matter?

* * * *
So fascinating the countless ways
Human beings have found to worship
The mystery in which we all reside.
The challenge is realizing none
Is more important than any other.

* * * *
No matter how surrounded you are
By the artificial creations of the mind,
It is really all still completely natural.

* * * *
Good breathing reconciles all disorder.

* * * *
Why so much denial
Of the grand indifference
Of this mysterious oneness?

* * * *
Interest fans the flames of capability.

* * * *
Why keep adding to the bother?

* * * *
Another inconsolable life.

* * * *
How can hair and nails be so endlessly fascinating.

* * * *
Jesus was not a white, apple pie, flag-waver.

* * * *
The most effective way to destroy an idea
Is to usurp the message with doublespeak.

* * * *
Who is not disturbed to some degree
By the consciousness in which they abide?

* * * *
Such a tentative, precarious breath
On which this mortal dream depends.

* * * *
How tenacious any given perspective.

* * * *
Delusion is the stream’s impetus.

* * * *
To clap with one hand is no different
Than clapping with three or more.

* * * *
What was is no longer,
And what is now, will, too,
Someday no longer be.

* * * *
There is no escape from space-time,
But through the sovereignty of death.

* * * *
There’s no finding what isn’t there to find.

* * * *
The essence of maybe.

* * * *
The type of person for whom enough will never be.

* * * *
So much time wasted arguing stupid things.

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© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
World Rights Reserved

Chapter 179 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)

2009-11-28T07:53:00.000-08:00

CLXXIX

Beware the psychic vampires.
They come in every form imaginable,
And speak whatever tongue suits their purpose.
They will suck dry the lifeblood of any soul freely offered.

* * * *
Follow your own heart, your own mind.
They will know all that needs be known.

* * * *
If you cannot find happiness in this world,
Perhaps you no longer need its ultimate lesson.

* * * *
It is a mad god who speaks within.

* * * *
So many longing to have children,
But with so little awareness or concern
About the suffering their fates will wander
In the tarnished world we leave them.

* * * *
Why jot down all these vain thoughts?
Because it is amusing to play out
The stream of consciousness in this fashion.
Because this is the outcome of this life’s fleeting sojourn.
And because it seems that others need to be assured there is no other
Without saddling them down with more absurd delusions.
No denying that it’s probably a useless effort,
But what fate is truly accomplished
Without at least a little irony?

* * * *
Do you spend you life wondering if Big Brother or some other
Is watching you thinking about you, plotting against you?
Or do you just live unconcerned amid the madness?

* * * *
To understand your fear,
Discern the desire that has created it.

* * * *
What an incredibly deluded notion
To believe you can be saved.
Saved for what?

* * * *
We are all imperfectly perfect.

* * * *
Not happy ever after,
Happy every now.

* * * *
It is impossible to finish as you started.

* * * *
The drop hits upon your head,
And ripples across your universe.

* * * *
What’s your take on the myth of Jesus?

* * * *
It’s all in your head,
But won’t be much longer.

* * * *
Funny how prices increase,
But candy bars grow smaller.

* * * *
You may not be indifferent,
But to expect the universe gives a squat
Flies in the face of simple, attentive, honest observation.

* * * *
There ain’t no forever-after,
Just forever-now.

* * * *
One man’s pleasure
For another is only torture.

* * * *
Go beyond cause and effect.

* * * *
Leftovers for a meal yet to come.

* * * *
All creation has come to this point in you.
Was it worth it?

* * * *
A moment unattended
Is akin to carelessly throwing away
A glass of priceless wine.

* * * *
You are not required to say yes to any given pleasure.

* * * *
All the “should-be’s” of this world, or any other, mean squat.
Whatever it is, it is, and no amount of “should” will change it.

* * * *
What you perceive so important this day
Will be but the dimmest memory
In some far-off morrow.

* * * *
Without a body, where would you be?

* * * *
An expanding mind sees problems
Quickly, clearly, concisely, and decisively,
While the mind caught in the limitations of time
Only exacerbates the problem into an ongoing infection.

* * * *
Pride must suffer the fate of any overdone balloon.

* * * *
Ever notice how the guy carrying the flag seems to get shot?

* * * *
Many spend a great deal of time crippling themselves further.

* * * *
Hopes are much more likely to come to fruition
When great intention and effort are involved.

* * * *
Talk about god until everything and everyone is.

* * * *
What tribe or religion do you need
Once you are a true human being?

* * * *
People cling to reality as if it really is.

* * * *
Discern your own law,
And right action will blossom.

* * * *
The challenge with any life is to accept it gracefully.

* * * *
When this masked, costumed identity
One day slides away, as it inevitably must,
Would you wish to don a new, improved one?
Would you seek another manifest existence,
Another illusory play in time and space,
Another journey from c rib to grave,
Another temporal experiencing
Born of the kaleidoscope of light?

* * * *
Can you live just one life?

* * * *
Fulfill the calling that comes from within, naturally.

* * * *
Many kill an insect for much less cause
Than fellow humans who commit
Much more heinous crimes.

* * * *
So many despotic parasites
Manipulating the great teachings
To their own self-absorbed,
Often malignant ends.

* * * *
Freedom will not be discerned through any
Time-bound symbol conceived by the mind.

* * * *
You wish to know humanity’s future?
Batten down the hatches, baby.
The storm is coming.

* * * *
At the root of the “amness”
Is the genesis of all creation.

* * * *
What if Jesus has already came back,
Snatched away the righteous,
And for some reason,
Didn’t take you?

* * * *
Resolution to the unfolding human predicament
Will likely not be the outcome of voluntary choices.
Solutions of such magnitude are not easily discerned,
And require a great deal of discipline and austerity.

* * * *
What has this garden planet become
But one very large insane asylum.

* * * *
The dawn of time began with an egoless birth,
And will conclude at your vain death,
Be it conscious or physical.

* * * *
The devils of this world or any other
Are merely souls twisted by the play of time
As they have been voluntarily forced to experience it.

* * * *
The mind avoids seeing the abyss by habitually tethering to imagined concepts.
The innumerable permutations they take generate the human dance,
An endless collection of fabricated, contrary notions.

* * * *
Only the impoverished require the light of another.

* * * *
That which is pointed to
Is the death of time,
The rebirth of eternity.

* * * *
So many waiting for some savior
To rescue them from all their confusion.
As if paradise would ever need, want or allow
All the vanity and gold born of the hell
To which they frantically cling.

* * * *
Why create a world you would not wish to inhabit?

* * * *
Is there anything more tedious
Than those who espouse a dogma,
Without having ever examined anything
Outside their original, limited conditioning?

* * * *
So many probably believe their dream the norm.
Few see the insanity of their perspective clearly.

* * * *
It’s all your craving that keeps you moving.

* * * *
Mirrors, mirrors, on all the walls.

* * * *
Humanity blows its horn incessantly,
But all the pride and arrogance only falls upon
The deaf ear of an indifferent universe.

* * * *
Wealth is relative.
The less you need or want,
The richer you are.

* * * *
The same new is ever was,
And ever will be.

* * * *
Absolutely pointless.

* * * *
Life is an opportunity for light to shine.

* * * *
We are all alone
No matter how much time
We spend together.

* * * *
Nothing is given.
Nothing is expected in return.

* * * *
Not even an iota of separation can there ever be.

* * * *
That most ancient of truths will ever be.

* * * *
Those who are bound to history
Will ever battle with an ancient club.
The only remedy is to forget everything.

* * * *
This today, that tomorrow.
Happiness is as elusive as a rainbow.

* * * *
Step outside yourself even just once,
And you will never be the same.

* * * *
Rest assured something will happen
Whether or not you’re involved.

* * * *
Critics are professional whiners.

* * * *
Do you really believe there’s going to be a next time
That offers any less contention than right now?

* * * *
Hardy-har-har, the joke’s on you.

* * * *
To consider love a romantic thing
Is akin to believing a shark warm and fuzzy.

* * * *
Enlightenment is like a joke or riddle.
If you cannot see it, you cannot see it.

* * * *
Sounds good, theoretically.

* * * *
The conditioning of limited thinking
Creates a lifetime of imprisonment.

* * * *
Living upon the fat; decrying it all the while.
A hypocrite if ever there was one.

* * * *
So many ways we find to survive.

* * * *
For curiosity’s sake, the busy mind roams.

* * * *
Even though you’ve passed by
Perhaps a thousand times before,
A re-born mind sees it all anew.

* * * *
So many memories
Growing dimmer and dimmer
With each day’s passing.

* * *
You know something just happened here,
But what?

* * * *
Do you really believe you own anything?

* * * *
Must have been some other lifetime.

* * * *
It seemed so much bigger then.

* * * *
Fresh flesh, firm and supple.

* * * *
Nothing new?
Begin again.

* * * *
Funny how even just a few moments
Of history consume some people.

* * * *
Just once more before you die.

* * * *
Fantasy is free and available anytime.

* * * *
Life is really only a relatively brief meditation
To whatever degree one is capable and willing.

* * * *
This world was designed for those who believe.

* * * *
Carve your name in rock, wood or paper,
It will all erase in time.

* * * *
Passion is an imaginary quandary.

* * * *
There is very little
That hasn’t been done before.
Technology just plays out new permutations
Upon humanity’s essential nature.

* * * *
All new, and nothing new, at the same time.

* * * *
Feeling very nappish.
Just need to find a place to rest the head.
Any piece of ground will do.

* * * *
Forever paradoxical.

* * * *
Any word, any concept
Will only have the meaning
That you alone give it.

* * * *
When were you ever not,
And how would you know?

* * * *
Traveling through life,
You’ve wanted so much so often,
And yet, what have you ever really held onto?

* * * *
You are the witness,
Untainted, unknown.

* * * *
Life is so much more tolerable,
When you’re well-fed, rested and healthy,
When the juices are running full-throttle, and uninhibited
By the many miseries to which this world is wed.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
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© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
World Rights Reserved

Chapter 180 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)

2009-10-30T21:27:00.000-07:00

CLXXX

Enough of us do seem to hate this world,
That it will be forced to wipe out our presence
At some yet unknown point in whatever time remains.

* * * *
The mind is really not.

* * * *
And on the eighth day
God was a little less enthralled
By his two-legged creation.

* * * *
Absolutely, unequivocally, undeniably, unrecognizable.
A memory, the reality of which need never be seen again.
Might be a nice facility if it weren’t for all the buildings.

* * * *
It sends you beyond tears, beyond rage,
Into the dark cloud of resigned disbelief.

* * * *
Done, done, the damage done.

* * * *
Memories can be beautiful and yet,
Too painful to remember.
We simply choose to forget.
So it’s the laughter, we will remember
Whenever we remember . . . the way we were.

* * * *
Amazing what human beings will do
For money, fame, fortune or belief.

* * * *
Rip Van Winkle ain’t got nothing on you.

* * * *
Sometimes it’s best not to go back.

* * * *
Ironic that so many so-called believers think they are followers of god
When vanity so rules every waking step of their polluted existence.
Pathetically out of touch with anything but fog-bound delusion.

* * * *
Just one more corner
To wander around
Before you die.

* * * *
Nostalgia is a questionable virtue.

* * * *
Let no one else’s law rule your inner world.

* * * *
Our shadow is long, the scars are many.
How long will it take for all signs of humanity to disappear
Once we are driven to extinction?

* * * *
Shed a tear for all the life that has suffered the time of man.
Run, little creatures, run, for our war drum sounds your destruction.
We will consume you, torture you, or mold you to our rabid ends.

* * * *
Amazing how timeless nature is.

* * * *
The breeders own the future.

* * * *
A fellow named Ronald Reagan said
“If you’ve seen one tree, you’ve seen ‘em all.”
I say, if you’ve seen one Reagan, you’ve seen enough.

* * * *
Moments, seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks,
Months, years, decades, centuries, millenniums…
The time of man is such a measured dream.

* * * *
Your ancestors include plankton and bacteria.

* * * *
The last human is long since dust,
And the sun, a burnt-out husk, is slowly being inhaled
By a black hole the size of a golf ball.

* * * *
What is the universe but dust storm
Lazily weaving eternity’s collusion?

* * * *
Civilization is a convenient cloak for absurdity.

* * * *
If your vision of godness
Does not include you,
Where the hell are you?

* * * *
Nobody here but awareness.

* * * *
Down in the caves, the canaries go first,
As the sensitive all too often do.

* * * *
The senses offer gratification,
But harmony, contentment, serenity
Are derived from a more profound source.

* * * *
Motion is a conceptual image-making process
In which the electrical-chemical essence
Weaves from sugar to cotton candy,
And movement attains illusion.

* * * *
How clever you are to have imagined all this,
But now you are attached to it, as a rabbit is a cage.
Freedom is the momentary breath of time’s end.

* * * *
What a complex world every child
Must somehow learn to navigate.
* * * *
There seems to be no shortage
Of mirrors and reflections
In this gamey dream.

* * * *
Better to walk calmly to the executioner’s block
With head held high, serenely looking death in the eye,
And with knowing wink, watch who shudders at mortality’s end.

* * * *
Why is it so many always try to be somewhere else?
The incessant thought process travels in time
Oblivious to the eternal salvation
Offered every moment.

* * * *
This so-called modern world
May be layered with a veneer of civilization,
But it is ever a jungle, nonetheless.
It is really only technology
That has changed.

* * * *
Wonder how you’d look at them now.

* * * *
Rhymes and reasons for which there is no accounting.

* * * *
The death without waiting.

* * * *
There is no time in nature.

* * * *
Try as we might,
We will not destroy Eden.
It will crush us long before that time.

* * * *
To see eternity clearly,
You must be completely detached
From every thing thought’s movement concocts.

* * * *
How many of us just sit down
Reminiscing times we didn’t.

* * * *
The time-bound spend their existence
Remembering the choice-filled perceptions.
Few discern the eternal choicelessness.

* * * *
What’s the point of all this, you ask?
To help awaken those who no longer need
The imaginary veneer of any pretension.

* * * *
Zenning away, baby, zenning away.

* * * *
All the others in your dream will think whatever you think they think.
Good, bad or indifferent, it’s all the creation of your vain perception.

* * * *
Reside where you don’t believe any of it.

* * * *
By whatever you name it, whether you can discern it or not,
This essence resides in every part and particle
Of that which is and is not.

* * * *
A true human being
Dees beyond the personal veil
Into the vast depths of the original nature.

* * * *
Animals with too many very dangerous toys.

* * * *
You didn’t know anything when you started,
But that changed as time gave birth to the mind.
And now the challenge is to discern that primal innocence
In the midst of this earthly hell in which you strive daily to survive.

* * * *
Don’t you ache for all the suffering we must each endure?

* * * *
The same dull, repetitive conversations
Over and over and over and…

* * * *
Nirvana is really quite simple.

* * * *
Sure fooled you, didn’t they?

* * * *
This vain little monopoly game only
Works for the winners of the game.

* * * *
What is the point of fighting over things
That really don’t matter even one iota?

* * * *
Common sense is much less sense than common.

* * * *
Will we play Pac-Man till everything is gone?

* * * *
Madmen speak in many tongues.

* * * *
Losing reverence for the mysterious origin
Only carries us further and further
Into more perilous waters.

* * * *
Do you wonder if the last human being
Will understand what happened
As death’s scythe carves
Into the last breath?

* * * *
History is a token resistance to reality.

* * * *
Just a few more bags of grist.

* * * *
A statement of fact so unremarkably, accurately, astutely simple
As to astound, dismay or anger anyone vain enough
To even begin to presume otherwise.

* * * *
Drift and wander like an autumn leaf blowing into winter.

* * * *
Toward a time to which you have no clue.

* * * *
Painstakingly simple.

* * * *
Muddle on toward your muddled end.

* * * *
Back into the peace of oblivion.

* * * *
Masks are really so thin and ever-changing.

* * * *
Moot points, all.

* * * *
Another bizarre assumption.

* * * *
How divinely mad this play of consciousness
With its never-ending cycles of exultation and torment.
So enticingly absorbing, and yet ever meaningless.
So incessantly tempting, yet ever the mirage,
Like a coyote laughing on the horizon.

* * * *
Reverence and irreverence,
The coin of duality tossed
From head to tail, and tail to head
Again and again, ironically, mirthfully, forever.

* * * *
Too far gone to even bother trying to straighten out.

* * * *
Too many words and numbers to bag them all.

* * * *
How subtle the thoughts of mystics and seers throughout the ages.
Every word ever written loaded with pregnant purpose.
Only the adept can appreciate the artistry.

* * * *
Religions argue over their conceptual gods,
Yet what word can ever define the truth within?

* * * *
Could time exist without your collusion?

* * * *
Delusion is believing
You have any influence
Over the underlying form.

* * * *
Trash comes in all colors, shapes and sizes.

* * * *
Ponder, if you will, the end of time.

* * * *
Do you really believe your primal nature
Is all that different than any other creature’s?
Whether amoeba or whale, cockroach or elephant,
The foundation of existence is intrinsic to every life Pform.

* * * *
It is the great commonality.

* * * *
As far as it goes,
The universe is created
And sustained solely by you.

* * * *
Reality is the eternal essence prior to all limitation.

* * * *
You gorge upon the senses,
Ever coming from the trough unfilled,
Yet always come back for another heaping plate
Of the same illusory, temporal feast.

* * * *
If you can’t laugh at yourself,
What right do you have
To laugh at everyone else?

* * * *
All this work for nothing.

* * * *
The mystery is really that there’s no mystery.

* * * *
Life, a collision course with death.

* * * *
The breath of god
Is the breath of life
Is the breath of you.

* * * *
Did that really happen?
Or is this mind just playing
Another senior moment?

* * * *
Philosophy is a silly way to waste your time;
You would probably be much happier
Knocking little dimpled white balls into sandy pits,
Or using hooks tied to string to search rivers for sunken tires.

* * * *
Life is a series of pleasant moments marred occasionally
By all but indelible explosions of incredible suffering.

* * * *
What some call love is just compatibility.

* * * *
Justice is very relative.

* * * *
Sane beyond belief.

* * * *
Is there any audience but your imagination?

* * * *
There can be lots and lots of awakened ones, you know.

* * * *
The universe dance in detached perfection.

* * * *
Sex is a powerful aphrodisiac.

* * * *
There’s no shortage of irony in this player’s universe.

* * * *
Enjoy and let go.

* * * *
Play it isn’t so.

* * * *
Some are born to anonymity, others to limelight.
Destiny is a strange mix of blessing and curse.

* * * *
It matters much less how you die
As it does how you live.

* * * *
Is happiness a choice?
If so, make it now.

* * * *
Rhyme and reason isn’t always.

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CLXXXI

Philosophy that doesn’t have its meaning
Deeply rooted into the day-to-day
Is all but worthless.

* * * *
Born to die, forever.

* * * *
Infinity’s eye gazes from every witness.

* * * *
Know evil, choose goodness.

* * * *
When you ask, “What’s the point?”
Are you meaning mine or yours,
Or hers or his, ours or theirs
Or just, what’s the point?

* * * *
We are all Buddha,
Neither one nor the other.

* * * *
It is far simpler than anyone can ever make it.

* * * *
Zen what?

* * * *
The meditation is in the moment.

* * * *
Ambition is for those who want a life filled with bother.

* * * *
If you want to know the future, go to Wal-Mart.

* * * *
Philosophers are a useless species to the world at large.

* * * *
We are all food for one dream or another.

* * * *
To rationalize this mystery, peoples across the world
Create analogical tools from their frame reference.
Pre-technological times formed natural metaphors.
The agents of this time look to creations of the mind.

* * * *
Civilize or civil lies?

* * * *
Yesterday is gone,
Tomorrow is yet to come
And nowness streams like sand
Through the hourglass of consciousness.

* * * *
Is now ever good enough
For a mind full of time?

* * * *
How incredible to be dealt a tough hand,
And still finish out one’s life a winner.

* * * *
Why should you, how can you
Ever justify the life you dream to any other?
It is yours and yours alone to witness as only you will.

* * * *
Any game, any collusion
Depends upon the players
To abide by the agreements
Dealt of relative circumstance.

* * * *
Is the story of Atlas any different than your own?
Who does not hold up their version of the world
Every moment of their imagined existence?

* * * *
What is the body but a filtrating receiving unit?

* * * *
The reverie of eternity is played out
In the mind bubbled of its own time.

* * * *
Any given frame of reference is expanded with every experience.
To extrapolate into every frame of reference imaginable
Takes one into the realm of the indivisible.

* * * *
Why would anyone bring a child into a world
With which they have no real relationship?

* * * *
Ironic how those who breed nonchalantly
Accuse those who do not of selfishness.

* * * *
Does humanity have the capacity
To survive the world it is creating?

* * * *
We are so often judged by our acts,
But it is the clinging to their continuation
Which exacerbates the havoc and confusion.

* * * *
When the Monopoly game ends,
As all, by definition, eventually must,
Who will be around to start another one?

* * * *
Blow up ten thousand balloons,
And they will ever be filled with the same essence.
No matter the universe, what manifestation can ever be any different?

* * * *
There are many who choose to suffer in this world.
Are you one of them?

* * * *
The passions carry you away from your Self.

* * * *
With a flip in attitude the glass turns
From half-empty to half-full, or visa-versa.
How the mind sees its world involves a choice.
Few understand the power they wield.

* * * *
What do you truly, desperately, passionately need
From this world or any other?

* * * *
How many times in your life
Have you been mesmerized, as was Narcissus,
By the mask and costume you can never witness as others do?
What would it be like to never see another reflection,
Photograph or drawing of your face again?

* * * *
Where would you be if you were not here now?

* * * *
Slowly the mountain dissolves into the sea.

* * * *
How many are interested in their lives?
How many only pretend?

* * * *
Put aside that craving to be noticed,
As well at that same passion to notice.

* * * *
Is there any greater challenge in this world than contentment?

* * * *
What happens to the losers of the Monopoly game?

* * * *
Imagine telling all children that they are godness
Born into manifest creation, as uniquely similar as snowflakes.
That they may journey the spectrum from demon to angel
Until the dream entertains them no longer.
And when that moment comes, return to the source,
That immortal beingness from which no further birth is required.

* * * *
You have taught the scribe well.
His adventure nears its beginning.

* * * *
Your are the unknown
Imagining a knowingness
Entirely of your own making.

* * * *
Consciousness may be fun,
But the stillness is one.

* * * *
Transcend time.

* * * *
Attempts by mystics and seers to change this changing world
Are as vain as anything else the human mind can conceive.

* * * *
Mother Nature does not long tolerate mediocrity.

* * * *
You have yet to meet any,
Even the most evil force imaginable,
Who is not of the same oneness.

* * * *
Who is not enthralled with their own dream,
No matter how senseless, mundane or pathetic?

* * * *
Is any history really more than a fairy tale?

* * * *
We too often choose leaders
Whose greatest insight
Is into our greedy self-interests,
And the political expediency necessary
To climb the imaginary rungs to wealth and glory.

* * * *
What a wonderfully outrageous thought.

* * * *
That to which absent minds cling.

* * * *
What a mad calling to write so much foolishness.
The ocean waves laugh at the stream’s babble.

* * * *
Your pretending to exist
Must inevitably come to grips
With the realization that you cannot.

* * * *
No collusion speaks for truth,
Nor does truth need a voice.

* * * *
It does not have to happen overnight for it to happen.

* * * *
Just where do you think god is
If not within you and everything else?

* * * *
The message is quite simple.
We are all that which is godness.
Whether you see it or not,
How you choose to manifest your dream
Is the reckoning to which no other can be held accountable.

* * * *
Neither your dream nor my dream;
Just a dream dreaming itself real.

* * * *
Calling anything a waste of time
Assumes there’s time to waste.

* * * *
See yourself within the contextual relativity
Of every life ever lived, every form ever witnessed.
Infinity courses through your veins.

* * * *
So much euphemistic doublespeak.

* * * *
Serendipity is a wanderer’s art form.

* * * *
A lie is the gap between word and deed.

* * * *
Retire while still young
So that you can enjoy
Both work and play.

* * * *
If you can’t laugh and giggle,
What’s the point of existing?

* * * *
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Who’s the vainest of them all?

* * * *
Peace can never be achieved
By minds caught in the vise of time.

* * * *
Suicide is the only way to choose
When and how you will die.

* * * *
The end of passion is a dying sages call eternal life.

* * * *
It is the insatiable yearning for union
That unfolds the journey of awakening.

* * * *
Even if another spent an entire life alongside you,
They would never see the universe you envision.
We are all very much alone in our bubbles of time.

* * * *
All is of the oneness.
How each moment is perceived
Is the heaven or hell of creation’s chronicle.

* * * *
The body is but a temporary cloak of imagination.

* * * *
Awareness is far too graceful to by bound by time.
Only consciousness is burdened by its own designs.

* * * *
You are the remedy to suffering.

* * * *
If you wish to understand anyone,
Examine their upbringing, family,
Friends, geography and mythos.
Walk a mile or so in their shoes.

* * * *
How challenging to not submit to excess.
What discipline to wander the middle way.

* * * *
Is it really worth winning at the expense of another?

* * * *
The scribe is but a pawn in this theater of consciousness.
These writings should never be taken as dogma.
They are but reflections of a vision.
Find your own way.

* * * *
All your ferocity, all your love
Is a reflection of the spectrum of all origins.
It is not an easy task to discern a resolution to the passions
The mind born of space and time musters into reality.

* * * *
Does any prophet or mystic ever easily submit to godness?
Is that resistance what it takes to sharpen the inner vision?

* * * *
Lord, how does anyone abide this world?
The greatest challenge is to discern the union
With the source which neither cares about nor feels
The insufferable torments of time’s too often bitter passage.

* * * *
Oh, to have never raised a pen to this unfathomable task.
So many saunters along beaches and mountain trails missed,
So many lips left unkissed, so many bottles of wines left undrunk,
For what purpose time holds forth, alas, this scribe shall never know.

* * * *
Such an unjust world in which to dance carefree.

* * * *
Fame, fortune and power are like picking your nose.
After awhile, they tend to get somewhat irritating.

* * * *
So many things to want.
How arduous to transcend them all.
How free do you desire to be?

* * * *
Awareness weaves through time untouched.

* * * *
You willingly make time
For that which you desire,
And withstand or ignore the rest.

* * * *
You need not know everything
To extrapolate the commonality.

* * * *
Are these writings any more or less vain
Than anything else in this mortal dreamtime.

* * * *
About many things you may be wrong,
But about one you are not.

* * * *
So it goes, baby, so it goes.

* * * *
Into the darkness you again spread your wings,
The journey’s end only just beginning.

* * * *
What adventures may come
For which we are ready as not.

* * * *
What does it mean to have fun, anyway?

* * * *
To which tomorrow were you referring?

* * * *
What’s interesting here
Is that you believe you have any say at all
In the choices I make.

* * * *
Entertain pain at your own risk.

* * * *
For memory’s sake, we do so many things better forgotten.

* * * *
It’s your illusion to dream through as you will.

* * * *
Awash in personalities,
The game is eternally afoot.

* * * *
History has the advantage
In that children will generally believe
Whatever they are told.

* * * *
Simple words for a complex time.

* * * *
There is no order but what the mind gives it.

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CLXXXII

Funny how so many things once so important
Are long since forgotten.

* * * *
Mediocrity is the vice of a dull mind.

* * * *
Life as most know it
Is about the differences
And the passions they inspire.

* * * *
Concerning yourself
With what others think of you
Is a sure path to hell.

* * * *
It is your destiny to see.

* * * *
Challenging not to be infected by the desires of others.

* * * *
What you seek in another
Is much more likely to be found
Within your Self.

* * * *
That’s capital-S Self
For those who haven’t noted the grammar.

* * * *
The sleeping giant awakens,
As vain as ever.

* * * *
Oblivion is without parables.

* * * *
It is only fragmentation of your own vision
With which you nee be concerned.

* * * *
How can this moment truly ever be
Any different than any other?

* * * *
Why try to be what you already are?

* * * *
How quickly nothing can happen.

* * * *
Discern that which neither birth nor death
Nor the illusion of time between can master.

* * * *
As ordinary as ordinary can be.

* * * *
The flaw of consciousness
Is that it inevitably believes
Whatever it imagines, real.

* * * *
Islands in time seeking passage to eternity.

* * * *
Is it not astounding
To have been born into this
Or any other existence?

* * * *
What a challenge it is to somehow adapt
To this wondrously complex, at times vicious world
Into which you have somehow been born.

* * * *
Do you ponder how your end shall come?
Will it be slow or long, soft or harsh,
Through friend, foe, or serendipitous vortex?
How amazing it is to have been born without recollection,
And to inevitably leave all that is known, unreconciled and incomplete.

* * * *
To slow till still, what disciplined attention is required.

* * * *
Never be absorbed by the personas
Who write words such as these.
The seers, the prophets, the dreamers,
The philosophers are only you in another form.

* * * *
The pain some must endure
Is beyond comprehension.
Is there any answer to why?

* * * *
Nothing is new.
Nothing is old.
Except maybe irony.

* * * *
Bumbling around in our heads till death do us part.

* * * *
How arduous the lesson
That you cannot really help anyone
Without their complicity.

* * * *
No matter the claim to power, fame or fortune,
Without that very simple, profound and vital breath,
You are but food for buzzards and worms.
All pride is adrift in the echoes
Of eternity’s dust bin.

* * * *
What vanity permeates so much
Of what is thought, said and done.
To discern that which is prior
Is like an onion peeling
Toward the humble core.

* * * *
Eternity is infinitely, unvaryingly timeless,
Without attribute, motion or notion.

* * * *
You have always been alone, and shall ever be
Despite all the contrary distractions born of time.

* * * *
All forms are eternal,
But none will last.

* * * *
Concepts are such a tenuous fling.

* * * *
In the dust storm of eternity
Eden is a temporary illusion,
Born of the mirage of mind.

* * * *
What is there to covet in this world
Or any other time and space continuum,
Which does not evaporate into formlessness?

* * * *
Who does not cast judgment after judgment
Across their world every day in every way?

* * * *
That which is termed creation is divine will
Cast upon the infinity into every possibility,
Every permutation, every form imaginable.
Like foaming spray from a crashing wave,
All individual creations are of the same one.

* * * *
It is very difficult to explain something
To someone incapable of listening.

* * * *
We have barely scratched the surface
Of all the ways consciousness
Is capable of polarizing.

* * * *
Remember, no matter how badly this day has gone,
You can always begin somewhat anew tomorrow.

* * * *
If it has to be done, it has to be done.
And if there’s no one else around to do it,
Then it probably means you’re the one.

* * * *
A bitch is a bitch not matter how rich.

* * * *
What a blatant mockery organized religion
Is of the teachers whose teachings they usurp.

* * * *
One by one, the drops of consciousness evaporate
Into the formless sovereignty of indivisibleness.

* * * *
Any part is merely imagined.
No divisions are real.
All is one.

* * * *
When solving any given problem,
The first challenge is to glean enough
To identify what questions need answering
And then to have a mind open and flexible enough
To discern and accept whatever answer comes.

* * * *
There is no world, no universe, no god to please
But your own imagination.

* * * *
As radar blips go in this universe,
The earth and the human species
Are as tiny and insignificant
As an anthill is to you
Across the world.

* * * *
Plan too much and you risk missing the serendipity.

* * * *
“Your” consciousness?
Don’t be ridiculous.

* * * *
Are you able to enjoy existence
Without becoming attached to it?

* * * *
Allow the breath to erase time.

* * * *
Two bullets smash into one another,
As do floating particles of dust.
The wind caresses a flower.
All just passing dreams
Of the same play.

* * * *
Paying or not paying attention
To the passing reflections of others
Is a choice born of free will.

* * * *
If you did not imagine time and space, would it exist?

* * * *
What is the craving for recognition
So inherent in the human mind?
What has made us so insecure?

* * * *
What is the quality of a mind so passionately caught up
In the hatred of others because of one difference or another?

* * * *
The princess and the pea is no fairytale.

* * * *
What an addictive force the elixir of pride and vanity.

* * * *
What movement could be gauged without the stillness?

* * * *
The manifest dream offers many things to know,
But once it is known that thou art that,
Of what importance can any difference make?

* * * *
Does the universe create you,
Or you the universe?

* * * *
Look to your own pride before judging another’s.

* * * *
Whoever says life is fair or just
Is a liar, or more likely
Just a damn fool.

* * * *
You will be free when you have nothing
With which you identify.

* * * *
You will perhaps project upon these words your own ends.
Just realize to whatever degree you are able,
That all ends are delusion.

* * * *
How can something that is not, want?
Takes some imagination.

* * * *
How ironic all this is.
People in every corner of this world
Wandering around exclaiming how wonderful life is
While they suffer in every way imaginable.

* * * *
The human species is quite expendable.
Call it cynical, pessimistic or nihilistic if you’re inclined,
But that’s the way it is.

* * * *
You will not go home until you’re done
With your attachment to consciousness.

* * * *
Notness is your true state.

* * * *
If not now, when?

* * * *
To keep it simple is, perhaps,
One of the most arduous things
To attempt during this brief sojourn
Through the inundation of material mania.

* * * *
How does it feel to be a guinea pig in a petri dish?

* * * *
There are physiological sensations
Habitually associated with fear, desire and anger.
Detach from the attachment to the body,
To see how temporal it truly is.

* * * *
Excessive dreaming may be a sign
That you are having trouble
Tuning in to reality.

* * * *
Breathe without doubt.

* * * *
Seek the imaginary kingdom of godness within.

* * * *
Humanity teamed up to survive,
But must now disband its destructive creation
For the same reason.

* * * *
You are not inquiring into this
For the sake of the many mirrors
Cropping up again and again before you.

* * * *
Abolish all authority within.

* * * *
There you go again, rushing off into time.

* * * *
To believe you are a separate soul
Is founded upon a conceptual source,
Which does not, cannot ever really exist
Except in the imaginary drama of the mind.

* * * *
Godness is the duality masking the inherent unity.

* * * *
A truly still mind is dead to time.

* * * *
The babble of humanity all distills into the cosmic hum.

* * * *
The rift between you and godness,
Created entirely by you,
Is so effortlessly mended.

* * * *
You are the causeless source of all cause,
The pointless meaning of all purpose.

* * * *
The only obligations you have are the ones you create
Either by yourself, or from the mirrors all about you.

* * * *
You stay on because the dancing play of the senses,
The movement of consciousness unfolding,
The mystery of time and space,
And the field upon which all is played
Is too enticing for all but the most aloof to resist.

* * * *
Consciousness is like a flower
Blooming anew every moment.

* * * *
You are, because it is your nature to be so.

* * * *
All these thoughts will mean nothing to you
Until the pain of separation is no longer remedied
By the distracting placebos offered in the mortal theater.

* * * *
Far too amazing to be real.

* * * *
Caught in the web of self-absorption again and again.

* * * *
The suffering herds you homeward.

* * * *
The Cheshire Cats appear and disappear at will.

* * * *
When you are no longer a part,
What is there to be but the whole?

* * * *
Do the words you utter match your deeds?

* * * *
You appear to be what circumstances dictate,
But you are not, have never been, and will never be.

* * * *
How easy it is to take oneself so seriously,
To feel so intensely about this or that
Concerning a locality, a world,
Or the universal dream that it all is.

* * * *
It will be whatever you imagine it to be
Until imagination’s end.

* * * *
As long as you participate as an attached persona,
You will travel the endless labyrinth of suffering.

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2009-10-30T21:25:00.001-07:00

CLXXXIII

You are that from which all dreams are made.

* * * *
Why so much tyranny over one another?

* * * *
The unseen unity is the eternal constant.

* * * *
Assume it so,
And it will be so.

* * * *
Pride has countless tentacles
With which to drag anyone down.

* * * *
How fortunate the blind are to not see the insanity
Which humanity wields as such a destructive club.

* * * *
Watch for the weary and ease their pain
With the good news that they are one.

* * * *
Nature’s way is that the strong continue.
Humanity’s denial of that manifest law,
The pride which infects every aspect,
Steers it toward inevitable destruction.
What will the survivors learn from history?

* * * *
Desire pushes aside integrity.

* * * *
Examine the cruelty of your origin.

* * * *
We are the joke upon ours Self.

* * * *
Immortal soul, mortal body.

* * * *
To define yourself as a separate soul,
No matter the route or role of manifestation
Is an illusion at any level of existence across time.
You are the oneness, have always been, and will ever be.

* * * *
Unless human beings individually rise
To a collective responsibility, a collective harmony,
We well degenerate to a collective extinction.

* * * *
Fear, guilt and violence have always been used
By so-called civilized religious, political and social organizations
As means to control the masses and their primal instincts.

* * * *
All vain attempts of the temporal psyche
To pretend what the innumerable voices dictate
Is a ceaseless journey through suffering.
Discern the only true voice within,
Sure enough, strong enough
To resist all challengers,
And you will be free.

* * * *
No church, alter or idol
Will ever rise above the wonder
Of a simple glob of slime.

* * * *
Probably any manifest form or experience
Can be used as a parable, metaphor, or analogy.
The challenge is not being constricted or consumed by any.

* * * *
How did it feel when you were very young,
When those adults you looked up to
First betrayed the implicit trust?
How fragile, innocence.

* * * *
Does even a dragon take more than absolutely necessary?

* * * *
How few can let go
Of their conditioned patterns
Even for just a moment.

* * * *
The universe, prior to and beyond, is your Soul.

* * * *
A man’s actions are the keepers of his word.

* * * *
Life cannot be more than it is.

* * * *
Today’s resolve more often than not
Becomes tomorrow’s dim memory.

* * * *
Those who are successful in the world
Are the ones who only rarely ponder
The mystery in which they wander.

* * * *
If you look closely, you will discern
The you that you believe you are
Is merely the five senses functioning,
Given continuity by the fluid, meandering mind,
The many images to which consciousness is so attached.
How arduous to let them function without interference.

* * * *
To be what civilization implies is not necessarily a great creation.

* * * *
Examining one’s Self requires a detachment few can muster.

* * * *
The many voices tell you so many things matter.
The resulting conflicts within are barriers
To discovering what really does.

* * * *
Seeking nothing is very arduous.

* * * *
The observer and the observed
Are each unfolding simultaneously,
But only because the observer
Imagines it so.

* * * *
Why feel any obligation to manifest any particular way?
Fools are not bound by any history, including their own.

* * * *
Only you could play you.

* * * *
No now is any different than any other.
All are absolutely simultaneous.
The universe is happening
At the same point.

* * * *
Another lustful moment brought to you
By instincts beyond your control.

* * * *
Those who awaken into god consciousness
Really have no choice.

* * * *
How much of the chatter of consciousness is merely a result
Of the blood’s steady pulsation through the neural structure?

* * * *
All the myriad creatures
Have as much right to life and liberty as you.
It is only your temporal power to protect, destroy or manipulate
Which makes you believe yourself superior.

* * * *
You are truly that which has never existed.
What was never born can never die.

* * * *
The stillness is an indivisible no-man’s land.

* * * *
Consider these words
A gift freely offered
With the intent to perhaps aid
In easing for some the suffering of existence.
From one who has known it intimately,
And left few stones unturned.

* * * *
The rivalry with technology
Creates within us a great insecurity
And blinds us to that which we are truly capable.

* * * *
Picture yourself for a few moments
As the mosquito in the shadow of a hand
Smashing quickly down the decisive, mortal blow.
Life is so very, very tentative for all creatures great and small.

* * * *
Your fear of god is your own conceptual concoction,
Conditioned imagination supplied and reinforced in great part
By the many voices with which you were surrounded
From the very moment you were birthed.

* * * *
It is not: “You think, therefore you are,”
But: “you are, therefore you think.”

* * * *
You cannot easily serve two masters.

* * * *
Will humanity’s will to survive
Overcome the greed to which it tenaciously clings?
Only the monkey knows.

* * * *
Even if you had senses which felt the edges of the universe,
Even if you were god absolute, it would still be a dream.

* * * *
What a waste envying any other.

* * * *
Don’t be too hard on your Self.
You are already everything
You could ever hope to be.

* * * *
For a few moments,
Completely surrender everything
To the awareness, the essence of a still mind.
It is truly that simple.

* * * *
We are not bound by the script thus far written,
But through the continued collusion
To the delusion of time.

* * * *
These words are merely observations
Which you alone must test out against your own
To verify if they have any scientific veracity.

* * * *
Nationalism is simply the narrowing collusion of collective will.

* * * *
Another lie born of time.

* * * *
When you surrender to what you are
Rather than to merely what you desire,
The wings of a true human being
Begin to slowly unfold.

* * * *
The earth is as a grain of sand on a very long, very wide beach.
The entire human drama is laughable in such an infinite context.

* * * *
Trapped once again by thoughts
Over which you have so little control.

* * * *
Discern that the subtlety
Of complete surrender
Includes even your death.

* * * *
Rip off the mask, and you will find your Self in every other.

* * * *
From chaos, spontaneous diversity.

* * * *
Humanity’s long term survival strategy
Is proving to be exceptionally dubious.

* * * *
That for which you thirst and hunger
Is merely a state of consciousness.

* * * *
Whether budding, in full blossom,
Or growing bitter on the vine,
In relationships of any sort,
There are no one-way streets.

* * * *
You cannot disturb chaos.
It is the origin from which all is manifest,
The true order disguised by the veil of time and space.

* * * *
Can anything really be proven beyond a doubt?

* * * *
Let the dead slumber.

* * * *
Truth requires no history.

* * * *
What is written or transcribed
Is done so through the filter of another.
Be cautious about anything indirectly scribed.

* * * *
Prepositions are the precursors of delusion.

* * * *
Too many vain histories colliding
For there to be peaceful resolution.

* * * *
How many ways can it be said?

* * * *
We’re all related in the deep end.

* * * *
We’re all equal.
Some just have bigger clubs.

* * * *
To know godness, you may first need
To have an ultimate relationship with the devil.
They are really both of the same illusion.

* * * *
Everything written is intended to point towards unity.

* * * *
I am, therefore I laugh, I cry.

* * * *
The real revolution begins within you.
It comes from a very simple clarity.

* * * *
History only seems real
Because we are taught to believe
What historians have written.

* * * *
How could godness do anything
Except through your dream.

* * * *
How about we call Jesus “a” son of godness
Instead of “The” Son of God?

* * * *
Fools die young.

* * * *
It’s probably not your Self you take seriously.

* * * *
You cannot stop time,
Only its movement in your mind.

* * * *
To find the courage
To go beyond your conditioning
Is impossible for most.

* * * *
Too few even see the hell
We have in time fashioned of consciousness.
Rare are those who examine the world into which they are born.

* * * *
How many have died never fathoming
All their power, fame and fortune, all their vanity,
Is completely useless without even the most shallow breath?

* * * *
Your conception forms the nexus
In which consciousness takes root.

* * * *
Godness has been your birthright all along.
Few are told, few believe when they are,
Or so quickly forget when they do.
Ahhh, the mind is a mystery
So rarely understood.

* * * *
There is really no voice but yours.
You grant it many faces and many voices,
But it has ever, is ever, and will ever be, your own.

* * * *
You drift in the spacious nows of the river of time.

* * * *
Why fear your creations?
It cannot really touch the you
That is really, really you.

* * * *
You are the lead player in your temporal dream.
What part have you written for your Self this time?

* * * *
If you swing with the whimsical nature of the many voices,
You will never discern the freedom that is the given potential.

* * * *
Seeing and not seeing; same thing.

* * * *
Words such as these are written in many times and places
To aid those who are ripening toward the journey home.

* * * *
Your being concerned about what any think of you
Is the prison of the many voices created by you,
To which only you can find the key to freedom.

* * * *
It is the doubting forgetfulness of the scribe
That continues to bring forth these many words.

* * * *
God did not have to create hell.
It was done by the many narcissistic angels
Who believe themselves individual rather than indivisible.

* * * *
Until you can gaze down at your arms and legs,
And discern you have no face, you will not comprehend
That your true mystery is well beyond the body-mind identity.

* * * *
Curious how thoughts of pain and pleasure
Override one another on nearly whimsical notice.
It is the monkey house of any given mind.

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2009-10-30T21:24:00.000-07:00

CLXXXIV

Try budging the universe even one iota,
And you’ll discern the limits of free will.

* * * *
So many consumed by this distraction or that.
The sage is consumed by nothing.

* * * *
Philosophy books are very useful
For making small fires in cold places.

* * * *
Leaders can’t lead where none will follow.

* * * *
The ancients were not so long ago.

* * * *
It is a very foolish thing to believe yourself
More intelligent than everyone about you.

* * * *
To wander through life unappreciated requires great tenacity.

* * * *
Weep for the children of tomorrow
Who must reap what we have sewn.

* * * *
All we are is consciousness battling over its own air.

* * * *
Beginnings, ends, and the processes between are obvious,
But what’s before and after, only speculation contends.

* * * *
Whether it’s more selfish
To bring children into this world,
Or more selfish to decline
Depends completely
On point of view.

* * * *
Indiscriminate experimentation in a chemistry lab
Is less than likely to have a healthy outcome.

* * * *
Life is like visiting a candy shop
From which you can never
Take anything home.

* * * *
If you really think god is outside you,
You probably haven’t read the definition.

* * * *
Jealousy is really an angry fear of loneliness,
The ignorant denial of the immortal aloneness.

* * * *
You seek joy, happiness, contentment, peace
Yet it remains illusive because you are unwilling
To surrender individuality to its indivisibility.

* * * *
If god is all, then the devil is just another mask.

* * * *
Your enduring life mission
Is to evoke your vision of godness
Upon this temporal dream of existence.
Come what may, that is enough.
Contrary to popular belief,
There is really no preferred way.

* * * *
We all prostitute ourselves in one way or another.
Some are just more honest about it.

* * * *
The human potential will ever be checked by its limitations.

* * * *
Why does science feel no need to prove the obvious?
Why are common sense and intuition given so little weight?

* * * *
Humanity has lost its rudder,
And is under full sail heading toward a cruel reef.
Meanwhile, the ship’s crew is quarrelling over whose god is number one.

* * * *
Once you turn your back
On the isolation of illusion,
What can in reality touch you?
The self-righteous are no match
For those steeped in righteousness.

* * * *
Make godness your vehicle.

* * * *
All the heavens and hells
Are an infinite array of carnivals
Playing out every vibratory potential
Look beyond all to the ever-present reality.

* * * *
Pleasure and pain will not mean much once you are dead.

* * * *
Real philosophy is a process of self-discovery,
Not merely an intellectual exercise.

* * * *
Except for its being three dimensions rather than two,
Is the light show we call life much different
Than movies or television?

* * * *
Everyone is delusional.
Normal is when enough people
Collude on an agreed-upon set of behaviors.

* * * *
Humanity doomed itself when it began to view nature as a resource.

* * * *
Take your destiny where you find it.

* * * *
The world is at peace with itself.
Humanity is the source of all havoc.

* * * *
Wake up to the fact
That godness is not in any way bound
Of the vagary of belief.

* * * *
Doubt too many ancients
Could have ever comprehended
The future you are living.

* * * *
When you journey to the core of the core,
You will see nothing is a real as real can be.

* * * *
Argue with the masses all you will,
You will never be heard by the herd.

* * * *
The dialectic entanglements
Of the illusions of time and space
Can never really compel anyone without
Some degree of voluntary complicity.

* * * *
The fearful, “What if…?”
Is a poor rationale
To do anything spiritual.
Fear of god, of heaven and hell,
Is the most inane reasoning
Any religion can impart.

* * * *
Life is meditation; meditation is life.
However you may wish to describe it,
It is the scalpel that puts an end to time.

* * * *
Amazing how nothing works for you.

* * * *
Paper, chalkboard or computer screen
Have no concern what is written,
Nor air what is spoken.

* * * *
In my universe, you are the illusion.
In your mind, I am the illusion.
So where is the reality
In any of it?

* * * *
The veil is relative to the witness.

* * * *
The ego is a tough nut to crack,
And even harder to chew.

* * * *
All philosophical questions end in suicide.

* * * *
The only real depth is unimaginable.

* * * *
Sorry, sorry night.

* * * *
Miscellaneous remains undefinable.

* * * *
An infinity of possibilities in any given moment.

* * * *
You really know nothing.
Get over it, and have a good day.

* * * *
Very much human, yet at the same time
Very much that prior to all frailty.

* * * *
The challenge is realizing eternity is not about time.

* * * *
The you that you think you are
Is not the you to which this speaks.

* * * *
Very committed to nothing in particular.

* * * *
Into nothingness, smoke casually wafts.

* * * *
Through pride, this mystery cannot be clearly discerned.

* * * *
What to do when nothing’s all there is to do?

* * * *
So young and already such an acute carving.

* * * *
Can it be truth if it’s merely belief?

* * * *
One light show or another plays out the day.

* * * *
Some villages never sleep.

* * * *
Where is the line between
So-called ancient and modern times?
Have we really advanced as far as our delusions?

* * * *
Duality is born of consciousness.
To discern clearly, free of separation,
Requires that thought be at rest,
That the knower diminish,
Leaving awareness
To travel eternally alone.

* * * *
The human race to oblivion.

* * * *
The burning desire to know godness
Devises so many vain conclusions.

* * * *
Pretty much said everything that’s needed saying.
The mystical uprising is gradually diminishing.
More quiet times in the remaining now.

* * * *
The boy scout who never was.

* * * *
Hard for most anyone to appreciate
What they don’t understand.

* * * *
Whose normal are we talking about?

* * * *
All truths but one are relative.

* * * *
Tasteless enough to be called art.

* * * *
Why is it we have such a strong need to name things?
To encapsulate the self-projected knowledge of this or that?
As if the vibration of any concept has any real or lasting meaning.

* * * *
What is life for most but a fragmented existence,
A never-ending distraction from the true indivisibility,
A complete waste of an opportunity to consciously discern
The inherent relationship of each and every part
To the infinity of the infinite oneness.

* * * *
Is there anything more deflating
Than the betrayal of someone
You would have trusted with your life?

* * * *
Seemed like just another day
Till that little piece of nothingness
Whipped into personal reality.

* * * *
If you are truly seeking the Way,
You must at some point deeply realize
That what is being talked about is not a path.

* * * *
To go beyond death,
You must fathom
It does not truly exist.

* * * *
The meandering mind can only be stilled
When desire for the menagerie ceases.

* * * *
So few discern contentment
Because they deceive themselves
Into believing more will make them happy.

* * * *
It is the White Rabbits of this bemused world who have crafted all the mayhem.
Their driven busy-ness, obligations to time, and need to be in control
Have all contributed to the fine mess we have synergized
In the collusion of our collective imagination.

* * * *
Do not allow idolatry in its countless forms
To distract your sovereign course home.

* * * *
Until you glance beyond the pleasure of the senses,
Until you can genuinely wonder why all this is happening,
You will not embark on the journey toward the death of identity.

* * * *
Contrary to popular estimation,
The eternal is not founded upon moral absolutes.
Godness is not bound by the parameters of human judgment.

* * * *
What can you truly kill?

* * * *
Please try to understand
That some of these aphoristic notions
Just popped out and sounded interesting at the time.
This has just been a process of unfolding
Until the empty middle is.

* * * *
It would be very challenging to turn back
Once the maze of inquiry is undertaken.

* * * *
Nothing to assume, believe or follow.

* * * *
It is resistance that binds.

* * * *
Die to everything.

* * * *
Must have been someone else’s lifetime.

* * * *
For all your potentials, you’re still nothing.

* * * *
Yes means yes,
No means no,
And maybe probably doesn’t mean yes.

* * * *
The reward of spiritual questing is simple change.

* * * *
That now you so painfully crave
Will be here and gone before you know it.

* * * *
It’s a god thing.

* * * *
You need not acquiesce to a geographical paradigm
Simply because you were born or live there.

* * * *
Death is the great purification.

* * * *
This momentary nowness is all it will ever be.
Any expectation of reward is delusion
At one of its many heights.

* * * *
Why choose to condemn yourself to a life of suffering?
Break free of the prison in which you so complacently abide.

* * * *
There is no way to turn back
Once the maze of inquiry is entered.

* * * *
It is your resistance that creates so much suffering.

* * * *
Each must find his own way alone.
For some it might be through austerity,
For others excess, and for some an even keel.
There are no divine parameters, no systems or principals,
But what is concocted of one’s own fated will.

* * * *
Question authority with your own.

* * * *
You are imprisoned in this light show
Until the vehicle’s mortal capacity expires,
And with it, all illusion of time and space.

* * * *
Once you realize the Buddha nature
You will discern it resides in many more masks
Than you ever imagined possible.
A true human being
Sees the connectedness of all.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
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Chapter 185 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)

2009-10-30T21:23:00.000-07:00

CLXXXV

You sort of outgrow yourself.

* * * *
We are inhabiting this dream of time
In most ludicrous, short-sighted way.

* * * *
Only the fools who read these words will understand.

* * * *
Once you realize the Buddha nature,
You will find it residing beneath many more masks
Than you ever imagined possible.

* * * *
Enlightenment is simply seeing
The interconnected nature of all patterning.
Liberation is simply giving oneself over to that nature.

* * * *
You are the only proof necessary.

* * * *
Greed creates an oppression sharing never will.

* * * *
What goes on behind the stare of the newborn
Before the mask begins acting out its will?
What is the sensory state of the unregulated mind
Unburdened by the patterning that marks childhood’s end?

* * * *
The pain comes from trying to hold onto
Or take back what can only be surrendered.

* * * *
Your desire and fears are generated
By your identification with the mind-body
Operating in the illusory field of time and space.

* * * *
The eyes with which you see
Are the windows to illusion.

* * * *
When you die to the dreamy known,
You become that which is unknowable.

* * * *
Alas, the opportunities of youth
Fade further and further into memory.

* * * *
The child is absolute witness
Untarnished by the many thoughts
With which they will soon be burdened.
Discern that clean slate and you will be home
To the conscious intent of awareness.

* * * *
Meditation is simply learning
To hold the will in abeyance
Until the silence is its own end.

* * * *
Grasping time is like trying to clutch a river in your hand.

* * * *
Humanity will eventually be forced to realign with natural law or perish.
Perhaps that “adjustment” will help bring about its true potential.
It is the scientific experiment of the manifest paradigm.

* * * *
Right action is not something forced or contrived.
It comes about naturally with alignment
To the timeless flow of eternity.

* * * *
How tiring the drama queens.

* * * *
You have never been
What you and your memories
Are inclined to believe.

* * * *
Mystics have no masters, only teachers.

* * * *
No earthborn knowledge will ever compare
With the transcendence of the eternal knowing.

* * * *
Death makes it all quite clear.

* * * *
This manuscript has written itself.
It is a holographic menagerie of thoughts
With each and every part a reflection of the whole,
All pointing to the you that you truly are.

* * * *
Amazing and pathetic as that may be.

* * * *
The seed is not the seedling,
Nor the seedling a tree, nor the tree a forest.
Endure time with serenity, for all things shall pass soon enough.
The process is far more relevant than any goal.

* * * *
Truth will be no matter your awareness.
You are merely an opportunity for its expression.

* * * *
Even if your eye could pan across
Every level of manifestation known to creation,
Every particle would be the illusory play of the same divine origin.

* * * *
How many put their head in the sand
Because they dare no examine the insanity
Humanity has managed to make of it.

* * * *
These thoughts are not about joy, love or comfort.
They are about truth, about the oblivion the essential truly is.
Whether joy, love or comfort come to pass is a byproduct, not an end.

* * * *
Herein is the disclosure of your unitary nature,
But only surrendering inquiry will make it yours.

* * * *
That was easy.

* * * *
Once the many voices merge into oneness,
All become vain, nonessential chatter.

* * * *
All suffering is the creation of mind.
Go beyond mind and its transitory nature
Will be clearly seen for what it is.

* * * *
Even “I Am” is a transitory concept.

* * * *
Within a deep pool of still water,
You merge into a different awareness of the body,
One really not all that different than the airy sea in which you daily exist.

* * * *
Until you discern with absolute certainty
That you are that which is godness,
You only know it as a concept,
As a thought born of dualistic separation.
Merge into the beingness, not an idea born of mind.

* * * *
The monkey with its hand in the baited coconut
Grips the prize with even more desperation as the machete nears.
Will it perish, or will it detach from its insatiable greed?

* * * *
What are you but a bag of assumptions?

* * * *
The history built of time by senses and minds
Is the dream we call life, and the theater
Within which we synergistically play
Whatever the collective imagination wills.

* * * *
What a challenge to see
All the masks of any given universe
Are merely vivid imagination.

* * * *
Time will wipe the slate clean
And all return to righteousness.

* * * *
In any given moment,
Heaven and hell
Are equally possible.

* * * *
Once a fork in the road is taken,
That is pretty much all she wrote
As far as going back is concerned.

* * * *
Just because somebody walks on two legs
Doesn’t necessarily make them a human being.

* * * *
Souls are not bound by age.

* * * *
Who would one drop of the ocean
Be any greater than another?

* * * *
There are more than a few people out there
More than willing to tell you how to live,
But there is really no set rulebook,
And you are free to manifest existence
In whatever way suits your indivisible nature.

* * * *
Are you reading what is actually written here,
Or merely projecting what you believe you understand
Upon a perhaps confusing mishmash of words?
Seek the vast subtlety to which they point
And you will discern their clarity.

* * * *
All you are is a mind full of arbitrary assumptions.

* * * *
How many times have you drifted off into oblivion,
Come to, and called it daydreaming?

* * * *
What a lonely, despondent, pathetic god.

* * * *
After all, it’s only death.

* * * *
One more thing you don’t even begin to need.

* * * *
Yeesch and by golly.

* * * *
Where’s a taco truck when you need it?

* * * *
The functional things in life should always come first.

* * * *
Alive on the page.

* * * *
No compromise is necessary.

* * * *
So cute that you would hardly even know
What to do with it anymore.

* * * *
Genetics aside, you’re fucked.

* * * *
Malls are about unrequited desire.

* * * *
To be content is to have little use for this world.

* * * *
The irony of humility
Is that if you think you are,
You aren’t.

* * * *
Eat it up, shit it out,
And buy, buy, buy between.

* * * *
Is contentment full or empty?

* * * *
Be cautious about getting between
Another creature and its meal.
Be even more cautious
If you’re the intended meal.

* * * *
Why would anyone read all this?

* * * *
Discern the ironic smile of it all.

* * * *
A simple cup of water will do.

* * * *
This old mind has had some interesting days.

* * * *
Just a good old zen guy
Born on the back of a forklift
Upon petals of a peach blossom.

* * * *
Wealth is an interior state of mind.

* * * *
One body bag said to another…

* * * *
Oh, great hunter, the trashcan is at the exit.

* * * *
On the better days, it’s just too crazy
To even begin to take it too seriously.

* * * *
Sometimes it’s best not to look down, or up.

* * * *
Yes, I will play your game,
But please, please, please,
Don’t ask me to believe it.

* * * *
Is it too much to ask from a chair or bed,
That one rise from it a bit more refreshed?

* * * *
What to do when your only ambition is to serve?

* * * *
One moment, here,
One moment, gone.
Time, life, is like that.

* * * *
Of never-ending amusement what some find attractive.

* * * *
Peace requires that all
See one another extremely clearly,
Which is, of course, all but impossible in this time
So let us continue ripping ourselves into itty-bitty little pieces,
Smaller than anyone would have ever dreamed possible,
Even in the most frightening nightmare imaginable.

* * * *
Never assume anyone has anything important to say
Unless they manage not to give it away first.

* * * *
Having your religion organized for you
Is handy if you really don’t want to think.

* * * *
If any philosopher wishes to have his entire existence humbled,
All his ideals quashed into unrecognizable wreckage
He should spend a day wandering a mall.

* * * *
Every life form has a peak to its flowering,
And from then on, whether quickly or slowly,
The remainder is an inevitable statistical decline.

* * * *
Is philosophy any more
Than the physiological outcome
Of a brain in great need of more oxygen?

* * * *
If you don’t mind sweating,
It really isn’t all that hot.

* * * *
All the ills of the universe need not be your problem.

* * * *
Nothing happens a lot.

* * * *
When nature becomes simply a resource,
You have seriously short-changed your existence.

* * * *
Your body is the universe.

* * * *
Simplistic minds seek simplistic answers.

* * * *
We all play out our vanity in one way or another.

* * * *
You mean god has nothing better to do
Than create some heavenly corporate hierarchy
That maintains endless scrolls of who’s naughty and nice,
And then imprisons them accordingly in one purgatory or another?

* * * *
Incredibly strange.
Who came up with this fiasco, anyway?

* * * *
Maybe tomorrow you’ll suffer such foolishness.

* * * *
If oneness was a gold sovereign,
On one side would be a benign, godlike figure,
And on the other would be imprinted the dark, menacing twin.
Yet despite the apparent duality, ‘tis the same gold coin all the way through.

* * * *
We plant the dead in garden burial grounds,
And from these eternal resting places
Come tales of heaven and hell
Only the so-called living bother to imagine.

* * * *
Is it hope or fear that inspire belief?
Is there really a difference?

* * * *
Of humanity it can be said,
They left Eden seeking paradise,
Only to obliterate what was always theirs
In ways only the deaf, dumb and blind can imagine.

* * * *
Do not allow any to deny your quest for sovereignty
For few will ever comprehend your vision
Or your desire to travel to its eternal conclusion.

* * * *
You seek the fountain of youth
Without ever noticing that within
You have not aged even a moment.

* * * *
These words came freely to the scribe,
And he passes them to all for the same price he paid:
The nothingness of his birth, his dream, and his divine recollection.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
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World Rights Reserved

Chapter 186 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)

2009-10-30T21:22:00.000-07:00

CLXXXVI

Truth.
That which words can never tell.

* * * *
It won’t stop till it stops for good,
And even then, who knows?

* * * *
As short as life is,
Eternity is much, much shorter.

* * * *
How ridiculous not to at least like yourself.

* * * *
Egads, not again.

* * * *
Feelings?
As in stub your toe feelings?
Or the imaginary ones?

* * * *
All assumptions are unreal.

* * * *
There is irony in every part and particle.

* * * *
Done’s done as much as done can be.

* * * *
Words aren’t really of much use where you’re headed.

* * * *
Freedom is not about taking
Or doing anything you want.

* * * *
Doing nothing well is an art form
To which you cannot aspire.

* * * *
Pretty hard to find it
When you’re searching around
Everywhere else but this here this now.

* * * *
What an untenable grip time has upon the human mind.

* * * *
There is no your way, there is no my way.
There is only the Way, and the essence
From which all forms burst into being.

* * * *
Though history grips the human drama,
It need not be your personal burden.

* * * *
About a different purpose than most.

* * * *
Why would god be bound by man-built invention?

* * * *
A lot of stories don’t make it so.

* * * *
The circuitry of any given mind
Is such an endless maze of potential.

* * * *
Ironic how hellish “forever after” can be.

* * * *
Seeing is, of course, its own curse.

* * * *
How about you go somewhere else to get a life?

* * * *
Wherever you may wander,
It is ever the same ground
Through which all things pass.

* * * *
Neither ideas nor senses are ultimately real.
All are merely neurological metaphors
Washing about the play of light and shadow.

* * * *
Another sagging heap of flesh.

* * * *
God: An imaginary friend similar in nature
To the Tooth Fairy, Santa Claus and Harvey.

* * * *
You really are your own imaginary friend, or demon,
Whichever the case may be in any given moment.

* * * *
Resigned love.

* * * *
Can humanity every pull its mind together?
That is the research of time’s invention.

* * * *
In far too many words,
You are shown that there is a way,
What it is, what it is not, and that there is,
In reality, really no way at all.

* * * *
The sort of rascals who write these words
Are in the eye of every creature great and small
Across the dream of time’s fabrication.

* * * *
The first Christ was of a time long before the dawn of civilization,
When words were much younger and god was barely a concept.

* * * *
Those who fabricate spiritual hierarchies
Operate a theater only the delusional attend.

* * * *

Life is an opportunity to witness the dream of godness,
And if doubt-free, to return to the origin of all origins,
That to which even the greatest spirit can lay no claim.

* * * *
Birth me, kill me times beyond counting,
The essence is ever untouched, ever unborn,
Without any beginning, without any end,
Eternal prior to comprehension.

* * * *
These writings are playing games
With a mind beyond imagination.

* * * *
No void shall stand.

* * * *
One is one no matter how you add it up.

* * * *
God may seem a separate entity to those who will it so,
But those who see know they are the knowing
To which even god must ascribe.

* * * *
You will believe what you want to believe
Until you distinguish that all beliefs are imagined,
And none are required by those of the mind prior to time.

* * * *
The devil, maya, illusion, call it what you will,
Is afoot in every corner of the mind in time.

* * * *
Every mind is ensnared by the duality of illusion.
Even angels wander the vain corridors
Of the mirage they are given.

* * * *
Respect intelligent authority.

* * * *
You and a supporting cast of billions,
All part of the current crop of consciousness.

* * * *
The monkey grows weary.

* * * *
The sage cultivates no vain hope.
S/he is impartial to the passing show,
Observing all as one and one as all,
Creating and destroying as quickly
As the senses weave the dream,
As quickly as no-mind ever is.

* * * *
Can there ever be
Any more magical an existence
Than that offered to those whose destiny
Is to witness the grandest vision?

* * * *
But for your witnessing it,
Would anything ever exist?

* * * *
That which is most necessary
Is the space at the center
That makes the wheel possible.

* * * *
What greater evil than total self-absorbed isolation?
What greater good than utter self-annihilation?

* * * *
The universal mind is that oneness
Beyond the deceptive veil of time and space,
That magical source from which all diversity originates,
But to which few are fated to consciously return.

* * * *
Gardeners must be brutal in order to manifest their vision.
Eden will be pruned of that which does not serve
The enigma of its pointless purpose.

* * * *
The bubble of consciousness in which each life dwells
Is an illusory universe, an imagined state
To which few take a needle
And pop and pop
Until the popping’s done.

* * * *
Fortunes are made, fortunes are lost,
But true wealth is beyond all counting.

* * * *
Your date of expiration is written in one wave or another.

* * * *
The flaw of consciousness is that it came into being at all.

* * * *
Looking ahead, it’s called free will.
Looking back, fate.

* * * *
You are a drop of the ocean without measure.

* * * *
Free will falls into a very narrow sliver of fate.

* * * *
Others will see you as they want to see you,
Until you show them otherwise.

* * * *
Each and every breath
Is the playground of birth and death,
And everything between.

* * * *
To what ends the quest for money will take
Is an endless array of woeful tales.

* * * *
Your universe is as arbitrary as mine.

* * * *
Perhaps no one is innocent,
But some are much more guilty than others.

* * * *
Unwarranted vanity.

* * * *
How many ways consciousness devises to torture itself.

* * * *
The challenge is seeing that everything you know
Is based on one arbitrary assumption or another.

* * * *
So much ignorance to know.

* * * *
Paradigms are changed one mind at a time.

* * * *
Life is a process that sometimes
Forces you to let go of what was,
And learn a new ways of seeing.

* * * *
An arbitrary conundrum.

* * * *
So many adventures outside the cave of origin.

* * * *
The glory days of youthful exuberance gradually succumb
To the mortal realization that many journeys
Lead to painful endgames.

* * * *
You are
Therefore you must be
That You Are.

* * * *
Contrary to all delusions,
Humanity is not in charge here.

* * * *
In this world there are those who give and those who take.
Too few find the balance between.

* * * *
Self-absorbed for so little reason.

* * * *
What do you touch, see, taste, smell and hear
But the dust of the cosmic storm?

* * * *
Tombs and ceremony comfort the living.
For the dead, any dumpster will do.

* * * *
Where is the mind free of craving?
Free of gain and loss?
Free of the desire for security?
Residing in the indescribable oneness
Prior to the hellish confines of space and time.

* * * *
Madmen know no limits.

* * * *
Many seem so sure on one thing or another in this world.
They strive and measure from dawn till dusk,
And in their dreams as well.
But others want little
From this mortal existence
And doubting all they sense, approach
With dust-like humility that which erases all doubt,
Eventually disappearing into the oblivion, anonymous and free.

* * * *
Who craves experience as if it really matters?
Who dwells in time’s play of space?
Who dreams the dream,
Scripts the play,
Creates the set,
Delivers the dialogue,
And sallies toward vain conclusion?
Who is the weaver of this imaginary concoction?

* * * *
If you are one who asks how to serve this needy world,
Pause, be silent, patient, attentive to the moment.
What is required will unfold without effort.

* * * *
You may play it out in any way you choose,
Yet there is really no choice in any matter,

* * * *
Times have always been a-changing,
Yet what is truly the difference
Between new and old?

* * * *
Those destined to see
Will see no matter the cost.
Fate is written by the inclination
That sustains any given day-to-day.
You would not be reading this
If the deepest longing
To ascertain that which you truly are
Was not incomprehensibly driving you toward
The most obvious, most simple, most profound reality.
Many are called, but few are chosen.

* * * *
Mystics are the jesters of play.

* * * *
Future and past are the collective imagination.

* * * *
The lightening storms of thought
Can be creatively pleasurable when focused
And painfully destructive when not.

* * * *
Some are not easily discouraged,
While others can barely stand
Facing another moment.

* * * *
Poor Jesus.
If he only knew what a charade
His memory has become.

* * * *
Why don’t you come up with a real problem for a change?

* * * *
Never assume a good memory implies intelligence.

* * * *
Death tends to bury all secrets.

* * * *
Watch the watcher watching
And you will one day discern
That you are it and it is you,
The witness to all stories,
Be they the fires of hell
Or the bliss of heaven.

* * * *
The challenge to living a long life
Is surviving all the errors of judgment.

* * * *
There is no supreme being,
Only the essential nature
From which all being springs.

* * * *
Master of your fate?
Tell it to the Reaper.

* * * *
Too loud and obnoxious to hear,
Much less understand.

* * * *
You can only care for so many things.

* * * *
The only thing to figure out
Is that there’s nothing to figure out.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
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© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
World Rights Reserved

Chapter 187 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)

2009-10-30T21:21:00.000-07:00

CLXXXVII

One thing you cannot protect another from is their fate.

* * * *
Excess extract many prices.

* * * *
Fake brick does not for historic monuments make.

* * * *
Me likes me steak bloody rare,
And me religion bloody unorganized.

* * * *
Ironic that strength
Is so often sustained
By so much weakness.

* * * *
What is the dust
But the speck
Within your mind?

* * * *
No mortal school of thought
Can offer more than illusory degrees.
There is no diploma in the quest for That I Am.
When all doubt is gone, when grace alone sustains you.
You will have all that is necessary.

* * * *
How enamored we are
With bodies many functions,
Blind to the source of their illusion.

* * * *
Jesus died 2000 years ago.
He is not coming back,
And even if he did,
He would be killed again.

* * * *
Why do religions create so much fear of the origin?

* * * *
Soliloquies of no-mind
Wander through the maze,
To what end only time will tell.
How many minds will be touched,
This mystic cannot know, for in this eye,
Reality has scattered all points of reference.
There is naught but one solitary way,
Untouched by any ray of light
Or shadow of darkness.

* * * *
How hollow-sounding even a stadium full of applause can be.

* * * *
You are, after all, only a temporary reservoir
For water, air and sundry other elemental combinations
In an infinitely indivisible, holographic co-mingling.

* * * *
It is the form which is godness,
It is the essence.

* * * *
God is a placebo for those lacking
The courage to stand alone.

* * * *
Practice letting go of everything till everything’s gone.

* * * *
Consciousness is the delusion.

* * * *
The invention of god is a duality that cannot be.

* * * *
Life is a process of gradual disintegration.

* * * *
Whatever it is, you must also be.

* * * *
You can opt for security and die bored,
Or adventure and live forever.

* * * *
Unfashionably punctual.

* * * *
Who listens to the ones who are silent?
Who sees past words into the imperishable depths?
Most are transfixed by those who babble much and say nothing.

* * * *
The universe is just one big little dust ball.

* * * *
All of these words, and not a bit closer to it than a newborn.

* * * *
Sometimes others get really angry at you
Because they cannot comprehend
What you are really saying.

* * * *
How simple the mystery is; how complex the mind.
The latter must submit to that which is prior
Or there can be no reconciliation.

* * * *
There is nowhere to lead you but home,
Nowhere to point to but within.

* * * *
Why are so many called, yet so few chosen?

* * * *
“There must be more to life than this.”
The epiphany of all souls who wander.

* * * *
Pain and pleasure are both attributes of the body-mind container.
They cannot touch that which is sacred beyond all measure.

* * * *
These words are a gift
To those who are attuning
To that which is the only one,
That which is prior to all sanctions,
That which is beyond all assessment,
That which removes all divisions,
And makes all parts whole.

* * * *
Come into this mind
And it will annihilate you.
Be grateful for the opportunity.

* * * *
You need not be a harbor of passion.
The choice to suffer is not required.

* * * *
Some must wander through the maze of hell
To merge into that which knows naught but bliss.

* * * *
What a mystery this all is.
How challenging to wash away
All the vanities and passions
Which cloud the vision
Of its true beauty.

* * * *
What is it about some bodies that attract you so,
And others that make you gag at the thought.

* * * *
If heaven is a corporate hierarchy, then be a doorman.

* * * *
There is really no boundary between you
And the edges of space and time
Devised by the imagination
Within your mind.

* * * *
Few are prepared to hear what these words truly inspire.

* * * *
You will be right with god
When you are right with yourself.

* * * *
Society has corrupted you with the guilt and shame
Which make you susceptible to its imprisoning rule.

* * * *
No matter what you do,
It is over before you know it.

* * * *
Who is not the source?

* * * *
Any given personality
Is merely a windswept reaction
To the loss of innocence.

* * * *
The rug is likely going to be pulled
On the drama sooner or later.
When is the only question.

* * * *
Play your Self
Without a hint of doubt,
Without even a trace of hesitation.

* * * *
If you love your children, don’t bring them here.

* * * *
Every garden needs a pruning,
And ours is long overdue.

* * * *
Behavior operates within the limits
Set by natural law and individual perception.
Societal norms are no more than statistical collusions.
Madmen and sages wander freely through that
Which they know is only imagined.

* * * *
Why keep spinning the lies?

* * * *
Another bother to add to the repertoire of pain.

* * * *
The clock goes round and round,
And we call it time.

* * * *
How prone to delusion the passionate mind.

* * * *
Real doubt waylaid only by truth.

* * * *
Ironic how insistence on personal freedom so often denies it for others.

* * * *
Most revolutionaries revolt only to solidify their own position.
Their interest in “the people” is merely pragmatic artifice.

* * * *
Society does not easily tolerate the mind
That discerns the deception at its core.

* * * *
The inner eye awakens as a flower flowers.
Not a moment before, nor a moment after.

* * * *
So many seeking verification
Of that which they already are.

* * * *
Dwell on the infinite nature,
And it will become as apparent
As apparent can ever be.

* * * *
To be content with your lot,
To expect nothing and accept all,
That is the road to salvation.

* * * *
Most use their minds to achieve narcissistic purpose,
Rarely comprehending the underlying nature
Which concocts all possibilities.

* * * *
Only through doubting introspection
Can you discern that which you truly are.

* * * *
Are you the thoughts about yourself,
Or the thought itself?

* * * *
How absorbed we are in these bodies
And all the cravings they sustain.

* * * *
When you finally stare into the eyes of godness,
They will be born of your own.

* * * *
Objectivity is ever tainted
By the mind of the observer.

* * * *
The manifest is by its very nature
A limited function of time and space.
Mere specks in the infinite sea
Of unmanifest reality.

* * * *
What you name is your own projection,
But who is the projectionist?

* * * *
How long is long?
How short is short?
How real is real?

* * * *
The eye of insight is that which sees the unseen.

* * * *
To muster the greatest courage,
Discern the source of fear itself.

* * * *
Continuity, the greatest illusion.

* * * *
Diamonds are nothing
Compared to the jeweled facets
You are capable of discerning.

* * * *
Why do you deny your Self?
All your arguments for and against
Delineate your limitations.

* * * *
The true frontier is within.

* * * *
Joy awaits you in oblivion.

* * * *
You inherit the kingdom
When you have the courage and wisdom
To rule it.

* * * *
The sugar is tasteless,
Your it is the sweetest thing
You can ever know.

* * * *
You are the nothingness that knows.

* * * *
Like the candle, you are sacrifice to the light.

* * * *
When identity ends, what remains
Except that which you ever are.
Ever have been, ever will be.

* * * *
From nothing, everything.

* * * *
Meaning and purpose?
This is it.

* * * *
You will play out your existence
In the clarity your awareness allows.

* * * *
Have no thought of what the world thinks of you
As much as what your awareness brings to it.

* * * *
Your intuition takes you there.

* * * *
What a complex game each must learn to play
In order to survive this world’s often harsh reality.

* * * *
Never be so attached to anything that you fear its loss.

* * * *
How can what is so obvious be denied?

* * * *
How can nothingness ever be touched?

* * * *
You trying to figure out you
Is impossible through any play of words.
You are the stillness prior to all symbolic attributes.

* * * *
The challenge before the human drama
Is to fashion all the divisive free will
Into a unified vision of diversity.

* * * *
Not likely, but what the hey.

* * * *
The more hats you were,
The more easily they come off.

* * * *
The innocence of the sage
Is simply the knowing not knowing.

* * * *
There is an infinity of possibilities
To be played out as we will.
What is our will is the only question?

* * * *
Peace is a rare dream.

* * * *
Trust a thief to know
How constant
Truth is.

* * * *
You really do not know more than shit.

* * * *
Without the many actors,
There would be nothing to direct.

* * * *
Discipline is best in moderation.

* * * *
Who cares who you were in some previous lifetime?
You were probably just as self-absorbed
As you are in this one.

* * * *
What is there to be vain about this body
Once you see it as function rather than form.

* * * *
A sense of godness
Tends to make one responsible
For each and every part.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
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© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
World Rights Reserved

Chapter 188 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)

2009-10-30T21:20:00.001-07:00

CLXXXVIII

Much less bother
Dealing with things as they are
Than always wishing it was some other way.

* * * *
By this scribe’s hand, or one of many others,
Those who truly seek will find that me in all.

* * * *
Discard all hope for security.

* * * *
‘Tis the reborn who discern heaven.

* * * *
The world is a maelstrom of invective.

* * * *
Life can be a nightmare of effort-filled decisions.

* * * *
A blind man’s world is so immediate.

* * * *
Your political correctness means nothing here.

* * * *
Beckon the world, and it shall find you in many ways.

* * * *
Presence is a state of mind.

* * * *
What a cruel undertaking to dispatch any child
From the dreamless void to this harsh world.

* * * *
I am come.
The end of time is near.

* * * *
Miss the point, and pointlessness is all there is.

* * * *
What will be will be, until it is not.

* * * *
So many universes wandering this way and that.

* * * *
How could there ever be a supreme being?

* * * *
Amazing that it took so long to become obvious.

* * * *
Tales of irony fill every life.

* * * *
Yee-haw, learned a new word.

* * * *
You are life and death
Intertwined in each and every moment
Through which eternity consciously spins the dreaming.

* * * *
Each of us within our own universe
Defines the norm, the dualistic black and white.
Each is the law, no matter how much influenced by another.

* * * *
The sage pushes back all boundaries
Until all need for imagined safety dissolves
Into the unborn origin from which all forms spring.

* * * *
Everyone operates on a scale bound by a set of limitations.
Jesters wander the theater however they please.
Picking their way as a musician would
Along the strings of a banjo.

* * * *
All this is just another batch of conceptual entertainment
For an unborn audience dallying between birth and death.

* * * *
Funny how so many who see are put on pedestals
By those who will never begin to comprehend
The inner revolution truly being brokered.

* * * *
Ironic that the happy ending idealists so crave is prior to all ideals.

* * * *
All your passions toward god,
Be they love, fear, anger or any other
Are merely the restless streaming
Of conceptual masturbation.

* * * *
Once you discern what you truly are,
Exploring whatever you wish
In whatever way you will
Becomes the immortal option.

* * * *
See me as you will, I am not.

* * * *
You know you have it when your soul
Can rest easy in heaven or hell.

* * * *
All life forms have been fading in and out
Since long before time’s conscious beginning.
In the no-mind of a mystic, all birthing and deathing
Intermingles like the drops of a mighty river.

* * * *
Death is not what you think it to be.

* * * *
And the worshipping masses
Suckled the golden greenback.

* * * *
From young and supple to old and unyielding,
Life’s endgame is harsh no matter the play.

* * * *
It matters not whether you condemn the flesh
Or worship it with every sort of passion,
The worms will have final say.

* * * *
Funny how some people talk as if you can’t hear.

* * * *
How many at death’s door would without hesitation barter
All their possessions, titles, and every sort of promise
For even a handful of strained, painful breaths.

* * * *
For all great and small, havoc and destruction ensues
When the balance no longer sustains their presence.

* * * *
Ironic that so many scavengers
Thrive in humanity’s dominant shadow.

* * * *
How do any learn balance and moderation
But through considerable and often painful lessons.
And those who do not catch the drift flounder in a sordid hell.

* * * *
Discerning that you are truly That I Am
Makes you all things across the eternal play.
There is no need to make believe an exalted path.
You are all glories, and beyond all need of them.

* * * *
Those to whom power, fame and fortune is all
May call these words naïve, yet in truth,
It is they who are blind to reality.

* * * *
Been there, done that.
What more, what more
Must be endured.
What more.

* * * *
The true you is unmoved
By all cause and effect,
All dreams born of time
And the infinity of space
Through which it wanders.

* * * *
Nothing has been held back herein.
This channel’s revelation is completely disclosed.
More than a little repetitious, but oh well.
To what end only time will tell.

* * * *
The seekers are many, the finders few.
Finders, seekers, losers, weepers.

* * * *
Absurdity.

* * * *
When dust accepts as true the dusty trail,
Sorrow and misfortune play the dusty tune.

* * * *
That so many believe heaven is god’s corporate headquarters
Shows how completely twisted this carnival has become.

* * * *
Each draws to them Selves that which they seek.
Tacking from hell to heaven and beyond
Is an immortal vocation.

* * * *
Life is full of best guesses, percentages,
Batting averages, and statistical probabilities.
There may be someone journeying life error-free,
But you probably have yet to meet them.

* * * *
Who was it when who came up with the delusion
That happiness could ever rely on another?

* * * *
The heart true and unwavering is a rare find.

* * * *
Perfection is just another concept having only one reality.

* * * *
One instant is like any other
As time and space collapse
Into the one-pointed nature
From which consciousness
Issues its illusory universe.

* * * *
Another dharma bum,
Useless to all and none.

* * * *
The stone cutter
Takes down the mountain
One cut at a time.

* * * *
All happens because you think it happens.
History is merely the sport of consciousness.

* * * *
The birth seed is the food,
And food expands into destiny
Until it, too, feeds another.
And on and on and on
Life carries on.

* * * *
Human beings judge themselves
Far more often and harshly
Than any god has need.

* * * *
Every creation seeks a witness,
So godness created of itself a vast array of forms.
Oneness imagining its Self into many
Playing it out as they will

* * * *
With every rise must come a fall,
The merry chase of which
Only time can call.

* * * *
The so-called space between the ears really is just that,
Despite all the goopy gray matter by which it is hidden.

* * * *
Only fools disregard the knock of opportunity.

* * * *
From the first day of your existence,
You have been fed the lie that you are a mind-body identity,
And that you are to participate according to the notions of the given geography.
It is the yoke of human consciousness, which few even discern,
And fewer still ever completely throw off.

* * * *
To judge yourself in any way
By what the many others think of you
Is an obvious error of judgment.

* * * *
Are you humanness experiencing godness,
Or godness experiencing humanness?
Both or neither?

* * * *
So many will say or do just about anything
To get even a little attention.

* * * *
All the concepts are just monkey babble
Deigned important by the babblers
Within their own word-filled universes.

* * * *
Babblers Anonymous.
“I am a babbler…”

* * * *
The end of time is an end of mind.

* * * *
The essence of cruelty is a seed in every mind.

* * * *
The pain so many must endure is incomprehensible.

* * * *
That your pattern seems so rigid
Is entirely a fabrication of imagination.

* * * *
If any form was truly important to god,
Wouldn’t it be permanent?
But none are,
So what does that tell you?

* * * *
A vehicle that parasites use and claim to be.

* * * *
Your persona is an exhibition of the desire,
Fear, anger, violence, suffering,
Confusion, joy and love
Residing within.

* * * *
No matter how many drops flow from mountain to sea,
The aloneness of one permeates all.

* * * *
No matter any apparent difference,
Ultimately, whatever I am,
You must also be.

* * * *
The politics of idolatry knows only bounds.

* * * *
How can you ever hope to see
If you are blinded by fairytales?

* * * *
Death is your constant companion.

* * * *
What have you done to your garden?
Whatever became of the virtue
Of your ancestors?
If such a thing even existed.

* * * *
Is there anything more attractive
Than a stretch-marked womb
Sagging over tight jeans?

* * * *
If you only accept what others feed you,
You will miss the real feast.

* * * *
What you really are at the core
Of any given creation
Is the only permanence.

* * * *
What pride does a newborn have?

* * * *
What need have the unborn for sustenance?
It is the food-body, the play of the manifest consciousness,
Not the Soul, that dreams the many hungers.

* * * *
What do honor or dishonor or laughter or tears
Matter to the dead?

* * * *
Fame, fortune and power
Tend to harness you in time.

* * * *
What value a coin of the realm to a pile of dust?

* * * *
You, you’re the one,
You are the only one.

* * * *
There are not too many real mirrors lurking about at this writing.

* * * *
Shut the other out of your existence.

* * * *
The intention here is for that
Not long for this world
Nor any other.

* * * *
You are that beyond all measure
From which all measure springs.

* * * *
When children have nothing better to do
Than squander their parents’ affluence,
The decadence weakens the resolve
Which gathered it in the first place.

* * * *
Amazing is it not that a seed from your mother’s womb
Expanded into an awareness which gradually
Became the food-body consciousness
You think of as the individual you.
Now, what truly makes you
Any different than any other seed?

* * * *
The human mind, in all it’s glory,
Has taken the simplicity of the obvious,
And made it into a complex, rather
Ridiculously monstrous affair.

* * * *
Just another self-absorbed loony-tune.

* * * *
There are no shortage of people, well-intended or not,
Only too willing to tell you what to do with your life.

* * **
If god cannot take a joke,
Then why bother creating one?

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
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CLXXXIX

What a momentary mystery all existence.
How audaciously so many pass through it.

* * * *
Of what use is a big pile of gold if you have no life?

* * * *
How will you make it through the dying process?
The same as you have every other moment
In this illusive play of consciousness.

* * * *
Sometimes nature changes
As quickly as a ray of light,
Others as slowly as rock.
It is the ironic paradox
Of the Way in all things.

* * * *
The lost tribe are those
Who see the mystical union
In which there is no other.

* * * *
Do not allow time to enslave you.

* * * *
Real is as real does.

* * * *
The demons you imagine real and true
Will entice you in to passionate reactions
That will torment you for as long as you allow.

* * * *
Once, in one den of iniquity or another,
A colleague exclaimed that without passion,
One would be dead.
Exactly.

* * * *
How often we use others to decry out own failings.

* * * *
Do you really know what you want anymore?
Did you ever?

* * * *
Sometimes you go to the firestorm,
And sometimes it comes to you.

* * * *
Phases, blazes, hazes.
How obscure it all seems,
And on and on and on it goes,
The dream, eternally one.

* * * *
No demon cannot change his heart
But through the bitter resolve
To hover in eternal hell.

* * * *
What can you buy or steal
Which is truly yours to own?
We all borrowers be.

* * * *
This writer’s bent is solitary confirmation.

* * * *
Barren are they who use others to their own selfish ends.

* * * *
You always want more,
But does it ever really make you happy?
Or merely distract the discontent?

* * * *
Has there ever been a grouping
Free of political correctness?

* * * *
If you do not enjoy suffering,
Find your way out of the maze.

* * * *
Freedom knows no partial detours or remedies.

* * * *
How challenging to be serenely detached.
The senses repeatedly draw the mind into illusion,
And you endure the imagined consequences ever again,
Such unending futility and suffering this irrational world tenders.

* * * *
You need not suffer for a world you cannot change.

* * * *
Attachment to time is the veil’s foundation.
It makes fools and cowards of its minions.

* * * *
One day you just wake up tired of this world
Telling you where you can and cannot take a pee.

* * * *
Freedom is not lost.
It is given away.

* * * *
How does one view it?
As what it is, or as what it is not?
Perhaps as both and neither,
Or maybe and maybe not.

* * * *
What illusion can ever truly bind you again?

* * * *
Those who weep for the dead are dead as well,
For they neglect their eternal union
With that never born.

* * * *
Personal existence is a calamity
To which death and resurrection
Into eternal life is the only recourse.

* * * *
Desire takes the breath away.

* * * *
We are all blind to one thing or another.

* * * *
It is each and every breath
That gives you continuity.
Thoughts are as ephemeral
As fine sand on a windy beach.

* * * *
When the flames of doubt are fanned,
There is no telling what the fire will consume.

* * * *
Sometimes too much honesty creates distrust.
Dogmatic moralists wear the welcome mat thin.

* * * *
Is there anything more tiring
Than a superior human being
Bent on convincing you of it.

* * * *
You are the unmanifest whether manifest or not.

* * * *
There is a choiceless sovereignty
In knowing there is nothing to know,
That ignorance is the oblivion
Of the unknowable way.

* * * *
Back into time.
You have already done everything
You are doing.

* * * *
All dreams are the oneness played out
On the diverse screens of sensory input.

* * * *
Fortunately, life is just a temporary calamity.

* * * *
Waves crash and crash again,
Yet the ocean never feels
Their birth and death.

* * * *
You will never impress the others enough,
And once you succeed even the smallest bit,
You will be ensnared by the many expectations.

* * * *
All true religions leads to the same home.

* * * *
You seek loved ones,
Yet find only partial love
When you do not love
The oneness in all.

* * * *
Prior to concept, and the endless
Measurements born of thought, there is no time.
That, simply put, is what sages across this garden call eternal life.
To take thought to its origin is the ending of time,
The deathless oneness from which
All creation originates.

* * * *
Amazing how timeless nature is.
Wander about any of its countless forms,
Desert, mountain, ocean or valley,
And the clock fades away
Into the reality of dreamtime.

* * * *
Unlikely anyone would ever find your body
Even just a hundred feet off any forest trail.

* * * *
Prepare yourself.

* * * *
It appears we have come to destroy creation.

* * * *
Out in the dreamtime of nature
You could be at any point in your life.
It is the mirrors, the photographs,
And the reflections of others
Which cast you into age.

* * * *
It certainly won’t matter
What any other thinks of you
Once they’re dead,
Will it?

* * * *
Paradise is a very, very dangerous place.

* * * *
You’d think they’d at least leave a few places untouched,
Just so the future would have something to look at.

* * * *
Floating along in the middle of the stream
Gives you options to get out
On either side.

* * * *
What proof can you really offer
That anything ever happened?

* * * *
Illusions die hard.
Patterns change slowly.

* * * *
You are your world.
Why shouldn’t you be able to play in it?

* * * *
Is it new,
Or did you just not see it before?

* * * *
Who would bring their children here?

* * * *
Interesting things sometimes arise
When you’re not told
You can’t do something.

* * * *
It’s called a hustle because you have to.

* * * *
You will know it’s true if it is.

* * * *
Some heads are so full of bullshit,
They can’t see any more clearly
Than a fish in a muddy stream.

* * * *
Look beyond your genetic reference point.

* * * *
The highest order is chaos.

* * * *
Saying “pure joy”
Is about the same
As saying “fresh fish.”

* * * *
It’s all about hunting grounds.
Get to know your mountain.

* * * *
Just another hollow goal

* * * *
In heaven there is no other.

* * * *
Funny how even the darkest pain fades
Through distraction and fading memory.

* * * *
It takes time to create hell.

* * * *
Funny how time can come back to haunt you..

* * * *
You’re just a mix of everything, aren’t ya?

* * * *
Have you come to condemn?
Or perchance, to understand?

* * * *
Why get pushed out of shape
By somebody else’s agenda?

* * * *
The only way
You’re going to pass a test
Is if you take it.

* * * *
You never know when they’ll hook you up.
So find a baggy or blow your head off
While you’ve still got a chance.

* * * *
Amazing how stuck a mind can get sometimes.

* * * *
Can’t blame a bee
For sniffing around a flower.
We all follow our nature.

* * * *
All patterns are locked in the mind
Through the binds of imagination.

* * * *
What, exactly, do you believe
You’re really holding on to?

* * * *
Stoplights are great equalizers.

* * * *
It would probably be easier
To grab onto a wisp of smoke.

* * * *
Don’t you see the ripples coming?

* * * *
The more you have,
The more that can go wrong.

* * * *
God is merciful if it suits the devil’s ends.

* * * *
Looks like you’re not much of a promise.

* * * *
We’re all talking to ourselves.
Most people just have the ability
To keep it to themselves,

* * * *
Destiny raises its ironic head again.

* * * *
Sometimes, if possible, it’s nice
To just let things be a surprise,

* * * *
Dealing with the way things are,
Generally seems to be much less painful
Than always wishing them even just a little different.

* * * *
Every bubble thinks it’s universe real,
But what lies out beyond the Jacuzzi?

* * * *
To believe any word
Can truly encapsulate anything
Is probably one of the greatest delusions.

* * * *
How tiring the predictability can be.

* * * *
A compendium of love and hate,
And every emotion conceptually between,
For whoever bothers to even glance
Through its far too many pages.
Who knows where it will take you?

* * * *
There isn’t much to get really troubled about,
But let us all acknowledge that we all do
Many times every day in every way.

* * * *
Amazing to witness
What happens to some minds
As they play out their time.

* * * *
Despite all the “God and Country” propaganda,
Jesus has about as much to do with the Marines
As he did with the Roman soldiers who tortured him.

* * * *
No use impressing those not worth impressing.

* * * *
Innocence is the natural goodness
Of an uncorrupted, timeless mind.

* * * *
Diplomacy is the art of vain purpose.

* * * *
Just another high-powered, egotistic loser.

* * * *
Just the way things are.
No use whipping yourself
Too badly about it, eh what?

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Chapter 190 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)

2009-10-11T07:41:00.002-07:00

CLIC

Accepting things the way they are
Is one of life’s greatest challenges.

* * * *
Want whatever the moment calls from you.

* * * *
Don’t try to deny it.
You’re as vain as anyone else.

* * * *
“Come out,” replied the fly the spider.

* * * *
There is no time, only the illusion of time.

* * * *
The moment is the eternal wellspring of all creation.

* * * *
It is a sanity seemingly few will ever discern.

* * * *
Where is this now of which you so highly speak?

* * * *
The sea of human suffering is not yours to mend.

* * * *
Is a drop a drop?
Is an ocean an ocean?
Or is a drop an ocean?
And an ocean a drop?

* * * *
It passes, it passes,
Quickly or slowly, everything passes,
And no matter the scheme,
You cannot stop it.

* * * *
Eden, in all the noise of creation,
Was a very quiet place, as is any now
Without the tangled rush of concept.

* * * *
The mind’s ache to become
Is the ache of the bud seeking to explode
Into it’s true, unlimited fulfillment.

* * * *
Taking responsibility for your choices in a choiceless manner
Is a surrender few discern, much less master.

* * * *
You can only see what you think you know.

* * * *
Are you going to spend your time arguing about it,
Or will you give up everything to discover
That which you claim to seek?

* * * *
The world is not really concerned
Whether you hold on to it or not.

* * * *
Any concept is only as clear
As the mind in which it dwells.

* * * *
Your universe is a vaporous delusion.

* * * *
Break the pattern,
And chances are
They’ll never find you.

* * * *
Don’t expect another to live your life,
Especially if they have their own.

* * * *
To abide in this temporal realm
Is to tolerate a galaxy of vanity.

* * * *
You are not of this time or that time.
You are of all eternity, that of which
Time is merely an infinitesimal scratch
Upon which all light and shadow dances.

* * * *
Infinity’s infinity of parts
Includes the you
You truly are.

* * * *
We’re still the children of god
Because we haven’t grown up.

* * * *
Just killing time.

* * * *
The passion of youth is not easily maintained.

* * * *
Inner serenity cannot be willed.
Separation and unity are mutually exclusive,
The former a product of dualistic free will, and the latter
A surrender to the oblivion of personal identity.
How arduous to reside in the world
For those who seek union.

* * * *
Unity appears to have many levels,
But that is, of course, merely more illusion
For the active mind seeking continuity.

* * * *
Bliss is the cotton candy of nothingness.

* * * *
Do not wait for god to knock at the door.
The source is in every heartbeat
And every breath.

* * * *
If you are a student, study.
If you are a teacher, teach.
If you are both, do one
As you do the other.

* * * *
The serenity is always present.
It is only the rippling waves of passion
Which shroud the reality of unmanifest totality.

* * * *
All personal contexts
Are intertwined
In the same eternal holograph,
A matrix woven of creation and destruction.

* * * *
Our choices
Are creating a future
Few will envy.

* * * *
In the fog of time, you are born
To witness the mystery as you will.
To die and die again until you discern
There is no death but through delusion,
That you are truly that which is sovereign,
Unmanifest, impersonal and absolute
Prior to all imaginings sponsored
By the mind born of limitation.

* * * *
Enlightenment
Is born of the fever
Of resolute discrimination.

* * * *
What gold
Can be more valuable
Than that within?

* * * *
The real revolution is the one that transforms
You into the awareness that you are That I Am.
* * * *
All the distraction from what is real.
Will it ever end?

* * * *
No better way to ruin something
Than to know too much about it.

* * * *
Heaven is a little piece of nothing.

* * * *
A tranquil pond, a crashing ocean storm.
Consciousness, from heaven to hell,
Not really so different after all.

* * * *
Where are you in the theater of absolute stillness?

* * * *
In the beginning, nothing.
In the end, nothing.
And between,
The illusion of nothing
Cloaked in a dream of something.

* * * *
Do you have the courage to be truly free?
To die to your dream, and discern
That prior to all dreams.

* * * *
The fulfillment of time is its ending.

* * * *
All conflict is born of vain reasoning.

* * * *
What dream could there be without knowledge?

* * * *
Chances are that when you piss into a stream,
Eventually you will be downstream drinking it.

* * * *
Your ceaseless attempts
To cling to anything in this manifest theater,
Brings about only suffering.

* * * *
Behind the masks of every personal context
Is the ocean of eternity’s maskless nature.

* * * *
Does the ocean recall every crashing wave?
Do you cling to every passing breath?
What full lungs you must have.

* * * *
Totality,
Of which god is such a meager part.

* * * *
To those whom ambition so fill,
A mystic is just another bum.

* * * *
Aimless wandering,
To which this soul is so partial.

* * * *
When you can be offered the universe,
And feel a simple, content breath is enough,
You’ll really have all there is to have.

* * * *
Still trying to placate that god of imaginary origin.

* * * *
What pleasure is not short-lived?

* * * *
Bloated on affluence, the parasites gorge on.

* * * *
Moments of non-caring are to die for.

* * * *
Another interesting experiencing
You really weren’t all that interested in experiencing.

* * * *
Born again and again and again.
The never-ending rebirth of eternity.

* * * *
Count it however many times you will,
The answer is always the same.

* * * *
The truth of words is a melee of contradiction.

* * * *
It all boils down to nothing.

* * * *
You are the stillness in motion,
And the motion in stillness.

* * * *
Every moment awareness dawns
Into a new awakening of consciousness.

* * * *
An kaleidoscope of gray
Only playing black and white
In Technicolor and surround sound.

* * * *
Who is the doer?
And is there anything such as doership?

* * * *
There’s nothing to work on.

* * * *
You don’t choose your parents,
Nor do you choose your children.
What, pray tell, do you choose?

* * * *
Your are an enigma even to thy Self.

* * * *
And what horror will this fine day bring?

* * * *
Embrace your Self.

* * * *
It only matters that you see it now.
Deal with the so-called future
When that now comes into play.

* * * *
All the world’s a breath from death.

* * * *
Make your breath your dearest friend.

* * * *
Tarry now.

* * * *
All the world’s gold will not to even one breath matter.

* * * *
Flights of imagination are all in the head,
And can only take anyone nowhere.

* * * *
Peace comes when you are fully engage
With the process unfolding now.

* * * *
In-flow…out-flow…
In-flow…out-flow…
In-flow…out-flow…
In-flow…out-flow…
That’s all it is…in-flow…out-flow…

* * * *
The mind as identity is a fist of thoughts,
Which must be released
For freedom to reign in time.

* * * *
Pray tell, what other I am could you possibly be but
That I Am?

* * * *
Your universe is as large as your imagination.

* * * *
Where does god come from?
Imagine, if you will…

* * * *
Through individuality, the indivisible is reckoned.

* * * *
There are no intermediaries
Between you and your birthright.
All attempts are parasitic.

* * * *
Creation and evolution
Are not mutually exclusive concepts.

* * * *
So many wishing they had time,
But none really even have a moment.

* * * *
Time is in the clock hands of your imagination.

* * * *
It is quite all right to be a little bit incompetent and foolish
When self-imagery loses its self-absorbing weight.
To falter, flummox and fail, to make mistakes,
And learn what you can from them.
You may be godness, but it is
In the context of mortal limitation.

* * * *
Through our own ignorance
And the many passions it evokes,
We allow Luciferic Maya access to Eden.

* * * *
Knowledge is bound ignorance.

* * * *
What dream can bind you
But for your chosen
Undying belief?

* * * *
When you take life seriously,
It is really your identification with it
To which you are attached.

* * * *
No collusion
Of the collective consciousness
Can ever know its Self.

* * * *
Attachment to a conceptual framework
Is the foundation of all psychological misery.

* * * *
Be an angel here, and you will not need heaven.

* * * *
No, you do not have time.
Never have, never will.
It’s all make-belief.

* * * *
Encased in every neural nexus, the play of consciousness
Experiences a dreamy, individual universe,
Entirely alone.

* * * *
To see the unseen is the highest goal
In a theater full of imagined goals.

* * * *
Don’t ask this scribe
How this is all taking place.
It’s all just an enormous mystery.
Maybe the next fellow will have a clue.
For now, this will have to do.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
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Chapter 191 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)

2009-10-11T07:41:00.001-07:00

CLICI

All angels and demons are really the same essence as all godness.
They reside in every imaginable form, every mask and costume;
Variations of inspiration performed in all the myriad ways
Only the dreamscape of consciousness can devise.

* * * *
Judgment tends to foster reciprocation in kind.

* * * *
Much to learn
And even more to unlearn.

* * * *
History is filled with butchers
Who paint themselves as heroes and gods,
And annihilate any who dare question their megalomania.

* * * *
Time tugs you so many directions.

* * * *
At the most essential level, all form dissolves.

* * * *
Everything happens when it’s time to happen.

* * * *
The challenge is to see divinity
In the everyday everywhere.

* * * *
All belief is equally pointless.

* * * *
All life is equally frail to the warrants of death.

* * * *
This moment must be destroyed to create the next.
For all practical purposes, a simultaneous dance.

* * * *
We only think we dance differently.

* * * *
To practice living, practice dying.

* * * *
Who were you before there were memories?

* * * *
The aloneness is inescapable.

* * * *
You see the truth of it so clearly now,
But will you remember it tomorrow?

* * * *
Music is a language for all ears.

* * * *
Sometimes something old must be discarded
Before something new can be discovered.

* * * *
Each part of the breath
Must humbly submit to the next
For the living process to carry on in time.

* * * *
Possible and probable can be worlds apart.

* * * *
So here we are, again.

* * * *
Belief is the easy out for those
Too dense or lazy to go the distance.

* * * *
Peace in the human drama
Is something only a relatively mindless few
Will ever entertain to ascertain.

* * * *
There are many false trails.

* * * *
To expect the unexpected
Is the sovereign nature
Of earth, wind, water and fire.

* * * *
It was your mother’s fate to raise a fool.

* * * *
So much absurdity,
One must either weep,
Or laugh with joyful abandon

* * * *
Living in consciousness is an unceasing dilemma.
There is really no need for it, nor any point to it.
It sustains nothing but illusion and delusion,
The cotton candy of imagination’s mirage.
To be liberated from the reverie of mind
Is to die to the irony of the known,
For which few have the interest,
Capacity, courage, or resolve.

* * * *
The seeker of truth must within see the light,
And then in the stillness of its play,
Discern its true origin.

* * * *
Abysmally delusional.

* * * *
The senses stuff the mind
With what it is capable of receiving,
But what of the mind clear enough to discern
The universe they fabricate is not real in any last way,
And thus ponders that which is permanent
Beyond all manifest dreaming.

* * * *
Though you may visit a place many times,
It is never the same, except that it is.

* * * *
What are you inclined to understand
Will unfold in ways you cannot devise,
And at first might even think coincidence.
When it comes to reality, you need not ask.

* * * *
How challenging to be a seer in a blind world.

* * * *
The soul must deal with the urges of the body
Before it can discriminate its causeless nature.

* * * *
From part to whole and whole to part,
It is all the same.

* * * *
God certainly does play games in you mind.

* * * *
The arrogance of pride is the blinding factor.

* * * *
Wrong, wrong, wrong,
So many times wrong.

* * * *
Any corporate body will almost always,
And with very little hesitation,
Sacrifice what it considers unnecessary.

* * * *
Teaching your Self to focus the mind without tensing the body
Requires an ability to instantaneously detach into a full breath.

* * * *
We are all dreams forged in illusion.

* * * *
Te greatest vision dances within you.
Duality seems real until you discern it.

* * * *
The voice within, whatever the language,
Is the voice of godness, the bubbling fountain
From which all consciousness manifests.

* * * *
Scholarly pursuit of this inquiry is all very interesting,
But it is only when the knowledge is set aside
That the truth of the matter can be seen.

* * * *
Ignorance comes in all shapes and sizes.
Intelligence crosses all frames and references.

* * * *
The mind has evolved through the matrix of time and space
With the countless divisions of duality as its guiding reference.
To set aside all personal experience, all genetic influence,
Is what must be done to fathom the essential nature.

* * * *
You may vaguely want to discern your essential god nature,
But like the monkey whose fist is too large to exit the trap,
You cannot release your vain identity and all its trappings.

* * * *
Do you save the best for last,
Consume it right away,
Or savor it evenly along the way?

* * * *
There is the sleeping dreaming,
The waking dreaming, and the dreaming
In which all dreaming ends.

* * * *
How much of your dreaming have you spent
Justifying it to others, both within and without?

* * * *
The mind in the isolation of individuality
Promotes disharmony and discord.

* * * *
The self-absorbed climb ladders of their own devising.

* * * *
Are you a human being,
Or simply godness
Pretending to be a human being?

* * * *
The measurers love to explore the coincidences and differences
In their play of words, numbers and all the other sundry concepts.

* * * *
Responsible for nothing.

* * * *
So much judgment, so little time.

* * * *
Must it always be
Some future time,
Some distant place,
Some other type of work,
Or with someone else?
Anywhere but here?

* * * *
The mirage of time
Pelts a mind with delusion
And unsought sorrow.

* * * *
So many thoughts
Waiting to be plucked
From the stream of memory.

* * * *
Why is the background noise of time
Always insisting you push on,
That now is not the place to be?

* * * *
Sometimes more is better, sometimes less.
Moderation is usually the best benchmark.

* * * *
Nothing’s happening
All the time.

* * * *
Nothing happened
Ever again.

* * * *
We all hear a different drumbeat.
Some are deep, others shallow.

* * * *
So many scraps of paper in this creation.

* * * *
It is all but impossible for someone who doesn’t see
To comprehend any explanation you might give them.

* * * *
Surrender to the breath, the origin of all being,
And allow it dominion over your brief existence.

* * * *
Time dredges all innocence.

* * * *
Yee gods,
Another time-sucking project.

* * * *
Intelligent human beings
Have probably always found the world
A bit more challenging to bear.

* * * *
It is the same mystery, the same oneness,
The same eternity, the same godness
For every body and every thing.
The only disconnection
Is in the vast collection of plays
Performed on the stage of consciousness.

* * * *
All dreams fade into the nothingness of reality.

* * * *
As you move, so does the totality of all creation.

* * * *
All the wisdom ever born of time
Amounts to nothing in the grand equation.

* * * *
There is not one point of infinity
To which you are not connected.

* * * *
The human drama is just a very temporary, vain dream,
Full of itself for as long as it manages to endure.

* * * *
Do not be subjugated by the fears of others.

* * * *
You will do whatever it is your destiny to do.

* * * *
All eternity does but for a moment make.

* * * *
The soul purpose of consciousness is to awaken to reality.

* * * *
Who else can you be but your Self?

* * * *
Beneath all exteriors
Dwells the same I Am.
I am you, you are me.
There can be no other.

* * * *
Insist whatever you will,
Unless you see the unnamable truth of it,
You live a meaningless lie.

* * * *
The usual serendipity.

* * * *
Treasure every breath as if was your last.
One day it will be.

* * * *
Illusion and delusion
Over and over again.

* * * *
Meander well.

* * * *
Pray tell, what soul lies beneath that mask?

* * * *
It all fades into vague memories
The accuracy of which
Is often more than a little dubious.

* * * *
As you judge others, so you judge yourself.

* * * *
Don’t expect reality to be bound by your vanity.

* * * *
What else can anyone do
But tack the winds of one’s time
As skillfully and gracefully as fate allows.

* * * *
A pretty face so easily deceives.

* * * *
The measurers love to explore
The coincidences and differences
In the play of words and other concepts.

* * * *
Where our ancestors flew like eagles, swam like dolphins, and ran like deer,
We watch our watches, race our machines, and imitate our computers.
Our innumerable concepts rule our minds, and few see past them.

* * * *
Find the courage and strength to stand indivisible.

* * * *
What is the point of over-populating our world
When it only creates a balance
Which many or all
Will be unable to survive.

* * * *
Consciousness, through the human species,
Has carved a niche that may well
Eradicate its continuity.

* * * *
More than a little ironic, eh what?

* * * *
Unless you truly plan to carry them out,
Why establish any ideals?
They are useless time-bound concepts,
Vain hopes without real desire for realization.

* * * *
Nothing grows forever.

* * * *
How you suffer for your imagined life.

* * * *
One guarantee in life is that
Everyone and everything
Is eventually forgotten.
Most quite quickly.

* * * *
The intellect knows no lasting peace.

* * * *
You are eternity’s ever-changing face.

* * * *
How arduous it is to surrender
To the insecurity of vulnerability.

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Chapter 192 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)

2009-10-11T07:39:00.002-07:00

CLICII

Rest assured that nothing will happen.

* * * *
Life is about exploring the irony.

* * * *
So much poured into any given lifetime,
Yet ever as empty as a cup after the last sip.

* * * *
What does the world really offer
That is worth all the suffering?

* * * *
There is no schism but in consciousness.
Melt into the awareness of beingness,
And you shall witness all creation.

* * * *
Somebody had to write it,
And fate chose you.

* * * *
What an odd mystery that every drop has a destiny
That must eventually melt back into the abyss of totality,
Both remembered and forgotten for all eternity.

* * * *
Nourish your real Self
However inclination plays out
In the ground of your brief span of time.

* * * *
What lights the fire of your consciousness?

* * * *
No one can truly be privy to your universe.
You are very much alone, no matter
The crowd stirring about.

* * * *
From choicelessness,
An all but infinite set of choices.

* * * *
What can exist beyond all mortal dreams?

* * * *
Death whittles away at every form.

* * * *
Imaginary life, imaginary soul, imaginary everything.

* * * *
The sweet nothings of oblivion whisper in every ear.

* * * *
How will you respond when death bids you home?

* * * *
From birth you were conditioned
To play this silly little game.

* * * *
Funny the challenge it is to realize
How few choices one really has.

* * * *
History shows us again and again
The limitation of the human potential.

* * * *
Why battle reality?

* * * *
The usual cover-up.

* * * *
Dust is a great equalizer.

* * * *
The only thing
From which the world needs saving
Is the human species.

* * * *
Time is the source of all addiction.

* * * *
The wind challenges you to stay.

* * * *
Deep or shallow, same ocean.

* * * *
No direction home.

* * * *
Another interesting assumption.

* * * *
As many as there may be living,
Many more have died along the way.

* * * *
The garden is but eternal.
It is consciousness that harvests
The fruit of good and evil.

* * * *
Without compassion,
Any serious discussion of ethics
Is meaningless yabber.

* * * *
Watch yourself from far distant shores,
As you would a stranger you’ll never meet.

* * * *
Browse your universe.
After all, it’s all you.

* * * *
From beginning to end,
And before and after, as well.

* * * *
As much as can be known
Of that which is unknown.

* * * *
Remember forgetting, forget remembering.

* * * *
Science is only as complete as the questions it asks.

* * * *
The ocean chatters away in the crash of every wave,
But does all the noise really mean anything?

* * * *
Discipline is never easy.
That’s why it’s called discipline.

* * * *
Same old barbarity.

* * * *
Believe you me,
The world will continue on just fine
Without you.

* * * *
Just another organism
Fated to endure a brief existence
In the eternal puddle of time.

* * * *
Love should never be uttered, just felt.

* * * *
It’ll never be this cheap again.

* * * *
And suddenly, you saw your way
As clear as a full moon on a crisp night.

* * * *
Enslaved by insatiable desire,
The masses voraciously consumed
Until there was nothing left
Worth consuming.

* * * *
You know you are losing it
When you can’t even remember
What you were trying to remember.

* * * *
The whole thing is so crazy
That it’s really not worth worrying about
Who’s more or less crazy.

* * * *
Imagination is not ultimately real,
No matter how you believe it so.

* * * *
If humans were immortal,
Would time exist
In quite the same way?

* * * *
All the dreams of the universe
Need not play upon your own
But through your own consent.

* * * *
An imaginary universe
Founded upon the time-bound delusion
Of the senses, and the mind into which they ever feed.

* * * *
You cannot be responsible for more than a reasonable share
Of the drama this play of consciousness is acting out.
A detachment from all manifest distractions
Is more than a little inevitable.

* * * *
Many, perhaps most, argue the differences.
But, in truth, it is all very much the same.

* * * *
Will you ever reach the point
Of indifference to the personal context,
The awareness prior to all attachment and delusion,
The awakened state of being that liberated seekers call home.

* * * *
Consciousness is born upon the waves of sensory perception,
The impressions of an existence, a persona, imagined
Within an impermanent movement of energy.
You wander through a vague present,
Cataloging it as experiences,
But in reality your recollections
Are entirely subjective, based solely
Upon your particular perception of reality,
Which is but the fusion of craving and aversion.

* * * *
So many incessantly vying for attention from others.

* * * *
Only so much time left.

* * * *
The gravity of eternity draws all home.

* * * *
Even doubts are more thoughts
Wandering about as they will,
And you, believing them real.

* * * *
How terrified we are of our aloneness
That we fill the moments with every sort of activity
To keep at bay the eternal emptiness of the essential nature.

* * * *
The dike will not hold forever.

* * * *
Fate is an end born of choiceless choices.

* * * *
A student of the relativity.

* * * *
From beginning to end,
All just smoke and mirrors.

* * * *
Don’t you grow weary of measuring everything?

* * * *
The womb of all things is a mystery
Only awareness can truly fathom.

* * * *
Felling a sense of mystery
Is especially challenging
To those so sure of everything.

* * * *
It is not a matter of becoming anything.
Rather, it is paying attention to everything.

* * * *
Women: an interesting experiment,
But not necessary in the day-to-day.

* * * *
If you gave the breath
Even a pittance of the attention
You give your monkey mind of thoughts,
How tranquil your existence would be.

* * * *
Discern the dreamtime of eternity
As often as your time allows.

* * * *
You are lost in your universe
Until you find your Self.

* * * *
The truth is as nebulous as time.

* * * *
One way or another,
In these words you will find your Self
If it is your time to do so.

* * * *
Fair is that to which we agree is fair.

* * * *
To steer a course, there must be a captain with a vision.

* * * *
Beneath every evil soul
Was once a child
As innocent as any.
Forgive them for being you
Twisted beyond human recognition.

* * * *
We are each our own demon
As well as an angel of redemption.

* * * *
Who is not the paradox of hell and heaven?
Demons of anguish and angels of redemption.

* * * *
Within these many pages
Is a sense of life’s countless ironies
Seen in day-to-day mix of any given existence.

* * * *
Lord, please feel free
To take all your true believers.
We’ve had quite enough of their vanity.

* * * *
The club is nearly out of our hands.
What will we do?

* * * *
Never let a defeat keep you down.

* * * *
We all have skeletons beneath our cultivated facades.

* * * *
Waking up to the ignorance
Binds one in a different way.

* * * *
It only matters as much as you believe it does.

* * * *
Old souls were never born.

* * * *
How vain we have made god.

* * * *
Who know how many times, how many ways,
You have already tripped the traps
Death has set for you?
Alas that the last laugh
Will not echo in your ears.

* * * *
Maybe Jesus will come back next year.

* * * *
The you that you pretend to be
Is not the you that you truly are.

* * * *
Decipher this, and you will earn eternal vision.

* * * *
And humankind imagined that godness could,
Or even would, be encapsulated by any form.

* * * *
Without the contrasting mind,
There would be no duality.

* * * *
Another idea whose time has long passed.

* * * *
What a serious jester you play.
The trick is to discern the art
Of laughing at your bones.

* * * *
What an amazing thing that that little ball of fire
Has radiated such an amazing dream.

* * * *
We’re all skewered at some point.

* * * *
A mystery born of breath.

* * * *
Time can be a fine liqueur or a deadly poison.
Its transcendence is not for the meek of spirit.

* * * *
Your tribe may not include your family.

* * * *
Even a caged bird longs to sing.

* * * *
We like history, real or imagined.

* * * *
A mirage built of flesh and bones.

* * * *
The mistake was caring for something
That did not, could not matter.
The dream of time requires no investment.

* * * *
As transitory as this silly dream is,
The body is much more eternally content
Than the unremitting monkey mind
That stampedes it through
So many tortures.

* * * *
Habit and instinct are the means all creatures abide
Whatever physical niche they have been cast.
In the human paradigm, this includes
The all-but-infinite complexities
Of a sizable psychological component
That has created the madness we now witness
As the myriad variations engage one another for survival
At an unprecedented, unresolvable, agonizingly imaginary level.

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World Rights Reserved

Chapter 193 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)

2009-10-11T07:39:00.001-07:00

CLICIII

No thing can be yours for long.
Either it will wear out or get broken,
Be given away, sold, misplaced or stolen,
Or you will someday meet the venerated maker,
And it will undergo one destiny or another without you.

* * * *
Another life full of agony and ecstasy
About to enter the garden.
Is having children
Some sort
Of subconscious retribution?

* * * *
Lighten your soul.
Do not be burdened
By the toils and troubles
Of worldly existence.

* * * *
Do not confuse personality with the Soul.
One is a temporary concoction of consciousness,
And the other is, quite obviously, all there is.

* * * *
All organized religions
Are merely towers of babble
Locked in one delusion or another.

* * * *
Few listen for long to what they cannot hear.

* * * *
Do you really think you chose this?

* * * *
How tragically so many approach their lives.

* * * *
Positive attitude . . . so often delusional smatitude.

* * * *
If the world does not love you enough,
Then learn to love your Self.

* * * *
How more impressive
Those who live admirable lives
Amid the chaos of this unfolding mystery.

* * * *
The gold you are has no meaning
To those drowning in ignorance.

* * * *
How can there be peace between the many
If there is none within the one?

* * * *
You do not need to know
The specifics of another’s life
To understand the nature of passion
For which all existence chooses to suffer.

* * * *
Many are called, but few are chosen
To witness that which none can see but within.

* * * *
The drop that thinks itself so high and mighty
Before gravity draws it back into the ocean.

* * * *
So many choices.
Which to experience?
One, some, all or none?

* * * *
The mind is the river.

* * * *
Totality trumps all.

* * * *
The shifting sand of concept
Take us down many roads.

* * * *
It is your eye that creates the universe.
* * * *
Consciousness is the veil,
The maker of all mirages.

* * * *
You are all time.
Savor it as best ye may.

* * * *
It will not, cannot stop for anyone or anything.
The vapor of illusion is a ceaseless changing.

* * * *
You’ve forgotten them,
Why would they remember you?

* * * *
Without function, form is but a vague shadow of meaning.

* * * *
Relax! It’s only life.

* * * *
Even the strongest can throw a feather no farther than a child.

* * * *
What’s beyond infinity?

* * * *
You must explore it for yourself
To your own satisfaction.

* * * *
Peel the hair and skin off anyone,
And there isn’t much to brag about.

* * * *
Vanity dances with itself in so many reflections.

* * * *
You keep opening these eyes
Just to find out once again
Who you are pretending to be.

* * * *
We all find our little bandwagon.

* * * *
The mystics pass through the rocky straights,
Ears unplugged to test the bounds of temptation.

* * * *
Behind every mask
Is a view of your own existence
That you will never see.

* * * *
This day will be remembered and forgotten,
As are all others.

* * * *
Withdraw until you can stand freely in the midst of it,
Untouched.

* * * *
Be happy while ye may
For the reaping angel of death
Will soon enough take your dream away.

* * * *
The future is cast from the past.

* * * *
Humanity must at some point endure
A great deal of destruction and chaos
To return to a stable, viable equilibrium.
None can trek beyond their means for long.

* * * *
Will is imagination fabricating individuality.

* * * *
Who does not spend at least part of their day
Contemplating their heart of gold
In this vain world.

* * * *
You have made life altogether to serious.

* * * *
Enjoy even the leftovers
And hand-me-downs,
And you will be content.

* * * *
The mystery takes on the attributes
Of the given seed in which it dwells,
But is not bound to the form any more
Than water is the bank along which it runs.

* * * *
Those raised by nature intuitively know the way.

* * * *
Doubt is not comfortable,
Therefore few do very deeply.

* * * *
Truth is all-inclusive
Exclusion is delusion.

* * * *
When you were not even much younger,
There were many things that mattered
A whole lot more than they do now.

* * * *
Breath begins and ends all drama.

* * * *
Born to die,
And a dream between.

* * * *
Get over yourself.

* * * *
Any given other is a package deal,
Without which the pieces alone
Would mean little or nothing.

* * * *
Truth doesn’t change.

* * * *
The mind is the measurer, the judge and jury.

* * * *
Of all there is to know, you know so little.
Of all there is to not know, you know nothing.

* * * *
Personality is the flaw.

* * * *
I am therefore I bother.

* * * *
If you let it, the mind will always wander its creation.

* * * *
People tend to do a lot of things
Both astounding and stupid,
Intentional or otherwise.
It is, after all, a drama of sorts.

* * * *
You’re just along for the ride.
Try not to take it too personally.

* * * *
It’s just a mystery.
No biggee, really.

* * * *
If everyone would just mind their own business,
Perhaps we’d get along a tad better.

* * * *
Greed is such a bother.

* * * *
The price of life is death
And all the suffering
One must endure.

* * * *
There is ultimately no escape from reality.

* * * *
Two legs does not a human being make.

* * * *
It is whatever you think it is, and none of it.
All the same.

* * * *
Those who have little,
And those who have it all,
Come to the same conclusion.

* * * *
The resolution to suffering
Is the eternal life of personal death.

* * * *
From queue to queue,
You wander the human zoo.

* * * *
Humanity sprints toward an increasingly uncertain future.

* * * *
Do you suppose cockroaches,
Rats, flies, ants, and other scavengers
Will be near as successful without all our leftovers?

* * * *
Traditional symbols, rituals, conceptual places of any sort,
Are thumb-sucking blanket-clutching habits
Used to ward off the insecurity
We all imagine.
Crutches we believe necessary
In a journey in which everything eventually falls away.

* * * *
Your ability to adapt to change
Is the oil of your effortless nature.

* * * *
True ignorance is bliss.

* * * *
The mind is a product of the conflict of dualist divisions.
For it to seek peace requires the dissolution of willfulness.

* * * *
You want a mystical experience?
Try picking your nose until it bleeds.

* * * *
Eternity is very long and very short.

* * * *
The sovereignty of amness
Ends all need for hope.

* * * *
True integrity does not spring from dogmatic assertion.
It is the natural outcome of any who discern
The intuitive human potential.

* * * *
There is only one way,
But within its infinite potential,
Every form of limitation is possible.

* * * *
Imagine what notions you please,
But restrain yourself from acting them out
If they would harm others in any way, shape or form.

* * * *
The plan of godness appears to be to manifest
Into every conceivable manifestation
The rules of the universe allow.
An experiment of free will,
If ever there was.

* * * *
What a chameleon you are.

* * * *
Step back into the larger context
To take the one you are in
Less personally.

* * * *
The difficulty with righteousness
Is that it often becomes another guise
Of arrogant self-absorption in the limited sense.
The ways of vanity seem nearly infinite
In variety, scope and number.

* * * *
Good and evil,
Just different vain views
Forever struggling passionately
On an imagined spectrum.

* * * *
Working with or for someone else
Should not mean you must adopt
Their attitude, passion or beliefs.

* * * *
What is there out there for you, really?

* * * *
Rome does as Rome is.

* * * *
No use confusing the point
With accurate information.

* * * *
Sometimes time is slow,
Other times so quickly it passes.
Like a river, it freezes, flows and dashes.

* * * *
Treasure those not out to get into your wallet.

* * * *
There can be no reconciliation
In a mind bent on differences.

* * * *
If you can’t see it, it just isn’t your turn.

* * * *
Nothing so tiring as unsolicited, foolish advice.

* * * *
Though still curiously enticing,
Women become much less fascinating
As you get older, and supposedly a tad wiser.

* * * *
Each mind weaves its own reality,
None of it real, of course,
But full of imaginary passion just the same.

* * * *
Death is the thief of all time.

* * * *
A frame of reference
That is all-encompassing
Is a bit challenging to define.

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World Rights Reserved

Chapter 194 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)

2009-10-11T07:38:00.001-07:00

CLICIV

The future must always play out history’s karma.
It is the cause and effect of time’s illusionary reality.

* * * *
The immediacy of nowness,
Only the a priori of awareness
Can even remotely attain.

* * * *
You are not obligated to do anything,
But through your own collusion.

* * * *
Judgment is such a bother.

* * * *
That which is imagined is not real.
That which is real is not imagined.

* * * *
A face that implies an angel that doesn’t exist.

* * * *
The veil of difference is not easily pierced.

* * * *
Value is spun from the nothingness of imagination.
It is cast of the relativity of the mind trapped in the snare
Of the ceaseless avoidance of pain and craving for pleasure.
For the hollow, temporal pursuit of power, wealth and recognition,
Delusions of no enduring importance or meaning whatsoever.
A self-deceptive reasoning without a single root in reality.

* * * *
What a bitter harvest
The propaganda of time
Weaves for children to endure.

* * * *
Do you hear the bells tolling?

* * * *
Whether viewed individually or collectively,
Humanity is in for a serious reckoning
With the reality of Eden’s Way.

* * * *
Can humanity afford to continue following leaders
Who only gratify their pointless megalomania?.

* * * *
Eden has briefly afforded humanity the delusion
That its vain concoctions are somehow vital.
To some equally vain supreme being.

* * * *
Will words such as these
Ever be discerned clearly by all?
Take Dante’s journey through your world,
And the answer will be evident.

* * * *
You yearn for the unmitigated freedom of oblivion,
Yet are ever drawn to participate in the confusion and rancor
Of the kaleidoscoping theater of manifest delusion.
What a challenge to be in the world,
Yet not be of it.

* * * *
Who am I but that which you are as well.
Discern it, and be free of all contrary claims.

* * * *
What a fool you sometimes are,
But “Oh well,” might a Cheshire Cat smile,
Or “So it goes,” a Tralfamadorian nod.

* * * *
When you give a gift, give it.
But if you give too much,
Be prepared for resentment
To drift like fog into a coastal inlet.

* * * *
As time wanders on, anonymity becomes the gold of beingness.
* * * *
One of the greater challenges in life
Is to not let security and comfort
Whittle away the best of you.

* * * *
Domestication is for cattle and sheep.
Be a wild thing.

* * * *
Too bad more people don’t follow their own advice.

* * * *
Who created language, anyway?
What an amazing, wondrous thing
To think, communicate the way we do.
What a shame we have not come to grips
With all the imagined demons born of dreams.

* * * *
Dust forms mountains, yet it is ever dust,
And to the depths and heights, it will ever be.

* * * *
Form is the product of time,
And if time is illusion,
So is form.

* * * *
Dance the dance
With whatever detachment
You can muster.

* * * *
Who am I?
Discern who you are,
And the answer is all but obvious.

* * * *
The demon in you is your ignorance,
An amusing play of needless suffering.

* * * *
We are all ruled by our habitual consumption.

* * * *
The predisposition to fight great wars
Does not for a great leader make.

* * * *
Delve into it deeply, and you will discern
There is nothing you can, or need, prove.

* * * *
Mother Nature does not tolerate
Inadequacy and mediocrity for long.

* * * *
You do not need to see the world to see the world.

* * * *
Any black box opens its doors to those
Willing to understand its conceptual interior.

* * * *
It is imagination that sustains all paths to glory.

* * * *
Those who see past themselves
Must put up with a world overflowing
With those who have no inkling.

* * * *
All fates hinge upon a genetic lottery
Over which none have any say whatsoever.

* * * *
Nobody really knows anything,
Despite all claims by the delusional,
And those who will take any vein proffered.

* * * *
Through experience each makes assumptions
Based on a collection of subjective desires.
Are any truly valid in the largest vision?

* * * *
How much of your dream is spent elsewhere?

* * * *
To be free of what others think
Is to be free of what you think they think.

* * * *
Time is such a vain playground.

* * * *
The future must always play out its history.

* * * *
The immediacy of nowness,
Only the a priori of awareness
Can even remotely ascertain.

* * * *
You are not obligated to do anything
But through your own collusion.

* * * *
What sense does it make that some god
Would judge its own creation harshly?

* * * *
Perhaps life’s biggest challenge
Is wading through so much bullshit.

* * * *
Existence is all about realizing
How little is truly important.

* * * *
Does the river pass the banks,
Or the banks the river?

* * * *
The snapshots of the mind do not easily still.

* * * *
You have your dream,
And all the others have theirs.
In oblivion shall they meet.

* * * *
Can’t find what ain’t there to find.

* * * *
Suspend the judge.

* * * *
Enjoy every breath possible.
You never know
When it will be your last.

* * * *
A saunter through Wal-Mart
Is a good way to disintegrate any whiff
Of optimism for humanity’s future.

* * * *
Cater to no whim that does not suit your own.

* * * *
Strange daze.

* * * *
Nothing but interesting times left for humanity.

* * * *
Posterior times.

* * * *
Hate is without reason.

* * * *
Only through imagination is something greater created.

* * * *
The point of existence, if there need be one,
Seems to be to get the most pleasure
For as little pain as possible.

* * * *
There are just certain things that aren’t worth the hassle.

* * * *
So many soap operas to ignore.

* * * *
Looking for an answer
With a conclusion already in mind
Doesn’t usually solve the problem at hand.

* * * *
Pretty challenging to keep track
Of all the other dreams in your head.

* * * *
Cast out your judgment.

* * * *
What power you may have in this mortal theater
Is given by the collusive compliance of others.

* * * *
What do you ever justify
But a vain identity-personality
Born of imagination’s fabrication?

* * * *
The you that you think you are
Is an unmitigated outcome of desire,
Fear, doubt and other passionate outbursts.

* * * *
Imitation is not the way to liberation.

* * * *
Consciousness will never rectify its inherent confusion
Because it is the fabricator of delusion.
It is the movement itself that must be understood,
And brought back to stillness by the discernment of awareness.

* * * *
Is your universe envisioned
Through an attached screen of passion?
Or through an unlimited sense of detached stillness?

* * * *
You operate within the bounds of your fate.

* * * *
You are accountable to none but your Self,
And in that, the judgment is naught
But what you imagine it to be.

* * * *
An individual, indivisible dream.

* * * *
The twists and turns of Soul
Wander every way imaginable.

* * * *
Words are all you know.

* * * *
Which leads your way, mind or heart?

* * * *
Discern your inner demon.

* * * *
Imitation is not the way.

* * * *
The countless assumptions
Upon which all dreams are based
Have roots only in imagination.
And all imagination is mirage.

* * * *
Belief is not the same as seeing clearly.

* * * *
Our silliness is all imagined.
Irony, irony, and irony again.

* * * *
Godness is not a separate matter.
It is all the youness playing the nowness
Of awareness manifested into consciousness.

* * * *
All views are limited by divisive minds.

* * * *
You must banish everyone to be alone.
To discover the essential voice,
To discern the Soul,
To merge
Into the only reality.

* * * *
The obvious so often is not.

* * * *
Curious how you happen to have been born
In the only geography that harbors truth.
Think about it.

* * * *
Your universe will reflect back the one you project.

* * * *
You need not
Believe in anything
To be what you really are.

* * * *
There is only one godness,
Through which you are sensory witness
To its infinitely indivisible mystery.

* * * *
They will think whatever you think they think.
The universe is whatever you imagine it to be.

* * * *
You are nobody’s promise.

* * * *
Unintentionally cruel.

* * * *
May you be surprised by a quick, painless death.

* * * *
Fear is generally more imagined than real.

* * * *
‘Tis as if it never happened.

* * * *
How interesting all the assumptions
Upon which you cast all your judgments.

* * * *
Cut all the euphemisms.
Call it for what it is.
Not justice,
But revenge,
Pure and simple.

* * * *
Even a proportion that would rouse the dead
Can lose its beauty with the utterance
Of a few vacuous words.

* * * *
Just one of the many ones.

* * * *
Must be somebody else’s dream.

* * * *
Being responsible for your own dream is enough.
What another makes of yours is their own doing.

* * * *
Seeing clearly is not something
That can be persuaded, cajoled or forced.
It is a unfathomable mystery that so many seem destined
To remain blind no matter how many ways the feast is set before them.
All are invited, yet few are given the eye to discern entry
Into the eternal fraternity of humankind.

* * * *
All these thoughts about the nature of things . . .
Little more than an insignificant backburn to the destructive inferno
Toward which the innumerable memes are driving
The theater of consciousness.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
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Chapter 195 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)

2009-10-11T07:27:00.000-07:00

CLICV

We reside in the purgatory between heaven and earth,
Between sublime and absurd, between angels and devils,
Between bliss and horror, between godness and Eden.

* * * *
‘Tis a world of fallen angels.

* * * *
Your aloneness is a sovereign issue.

* * * *
What headline will your death get?

* * * *
Truth is as nebulous as the workings of the mind.

* * * *
Once it falls away,
The veil never stays up
Quite the same way it once did.

* * * *
Is free will a fluke of evolution,
Or a determined result of divine origin?
Who knows, who cares?

* * * *
It must be you.

* * * *
The sense of limited presence
Is solely the result of the energy,
The food body and its sensory reality.
When the body falls away, it will again melt
Into the unconstrained timelessness,
The eternal without attributes,
Without the existence
Born of imagination’s eye.

* * * *
Words are like clay in the way they mold into concept.

* * * *
Life is a temporary state of knowing,
A brief, impulsive conspiracy
Of unknown origin.

* * * *
When you stop recognizing yourself,
You will be your Self.

* * * *
Can push know what it is to pull,
Or pull to push?

* * * *
You were told that it matters,
And you believed them.
You had no reason no to
Until you wandered outside their box,
And suddenly, truth, reality was a lot more confusing.

* * * *
Ripples tell of an event, but are not the event.
The event is a mystery, and the ripples an echo.

* * * *
You are the source of your dreamy universe,
Free to participate, or not, as you choose.

* * * *
Cause is not effect, nor effect cause,
Yet each sustains the other,
And renews all.

* * * *
You are the primal cause personified.

* * * *
Humanitarians care about humanity
In an abstract, ideological, impersonal way.
Other humans are more notion than flesh and blood.
* * * *
Funny how some people’s avenue to power
Is threatening others with their god’s revenge.

* * * *
You’ve never really done anything before.
Now is always the first time for everything.

* * * *
Reality is so simple.
Knowledge can never attain
The pot of gold at the rainbow’s end.

* * * *
Analogies and metaphors have a way
Of being applicable to so many ends.

* * * *
How responsible can you ever be
For what any other might think of you?

* * * *
The newborn has yet to discern
The limitations inspired by time.

* * * *
Mind shields itself with every form of imagined concoction.

* * * *
Each devises his or her own sense of success and failure,
And lives and dies with the reckoning etched of imagination.

* * * *
The mind imagines a continuity that does not exist.
Yet even discerning this as a fact prior to mortal dispute,
Does not entirely free one from the shackles of material drama.

* * * *
Time can be fragrant like a blossom
Or annoying like a mosquito.
Attitude ranges the conscious spectrum
Despite the ceaselessly vain attempts at consistency.

* * * *
Language may articulate it in myriad ways,
But is akin to the spokes of the wheel
Pointing to the empty center.

* * * *
Each plays out a perceived, choiceless role.

* * * *
The burden of time cannot tarnish any
But for ardent clinging.

* * * *
Water is the liqueur of the gods.

* * * *
The maintenance
Of any right or wrong
Is a personal projection.

* * * *
For drama to fabricate,
There must be consciousness,
And a determined sense of otherness.

* * * *
A total misunderstanding,
For which your forgiveness
Is humbly requested.

* * * *
All the wisdom ever gleaned
Is as important as a gnat’s ass.

* * * *
Who is not enamored in one way or another
With the mask and body that the genetic lottery has spun?
It is an endless attachment that absorbs godness into such vain pursuits.

* * * *
If god’s creation includes both heaven and hell,
How is it possible that he and the devil
Are not one in the same?

* * * *
Any given universe is precisely
What conviction inspires.
Attitude is all.

* * * *
Some are made to couple,
Others to single.

* * * *
Is there such thing as too much humility?

* * * *
All ways share equal legitimacy
In the oneness of infinite possibility.

* * * *
To understand the nature of goodness
Is to perceive without doubt
That nothing is not.

* * * *
We have all been brainwashed in one way or another.
The only question is, how much of the wash
Are you willing to wash away
In the pursuit
Of the ultimate freedom?
Attachment to imagination is the crux.

* * * *
What has all that glory truly done for you?

* * * *
One moment the veil drops away.
The next it is created anew.
On and on the play flows in the mind,
The continuity of space-time’s sensory illusion.

* * * *
Death is the flower of freedom.

* * * *
Sounds good, anyway.

* * * *
Sure, it’s all pointless, but isn’t it rather ironic
How you enjoy certain parts of the pointlessness?

* * * *
You think anybody really has a choice
To be anything other than what they are?

* * * *
Management folks who sign the paychecks
Tend to get a lot of tolerance, even approbation,
For their many eccentricities and abusive behaviors.

* * * *
Are you a who?
A what?
A where?
A when?
A why?
Or a how?

* * * *
A-nothing we will go.

* * * *
Torn between heaven and earth,
You suffer the purgatory of continuity.

* * * *
Imagine a newborn child
Who has yet to develop a sense of self.
What an incomprehensible journey
Every human being wanders
From cradle to grave.

* * * *
From nothing to nothing,
And really nothing
All the while.

* * * *
Has there ever been
A species as cruel and harsh
As that which regard themselves human?
Do not confuse the instinctual savagery of other life forms
With the brutal calculations of the human mind.

* * * *
Seeker and sought are the same.
Only the mind bound in the absurdity of consciousness
Asserts the delusion of separation.

* * * *
What is it that holds one back from ending it all.
Suicide really is the only philosophical question.

* * * *
Do you realize how often
You use a history you don’t really know
To rationalize an existence you have no need to justify.

* * * *
Assumption, all.

* * * *
Consciousness is not ultimately real.
It is the brief, ever-changing recreation of energy
That dissipates as soon as the host container disincorporates.

* * * *
When the filament is no more,
Where goeth the light?

* * * *
Wander beyond all the stories born of time’s theater
Discern the nothingness, the unfathomable
Prior to all words and deeds.
It is there that you will at last be free
Of the prison born of temporal consciousness.

* * * *
It is not easy, but standing aloof, disinterested,
Is the key to discerning your true homeless home.
* * * *
A man with a grain of sand
That no one else sees or values
Is a pauper to all but him Self.

* * * *
Let the silly god be the judge.
There are healthier things
To do with your time.

* * * *
Take away the assumptions,
The judgments, the measurements,
The calculations, the fabrication,
The personality, the knowing,
And what could possibly be left
But the still silence of awareness?

* * * *
Can consciousness be without duality?
Doubtful in this world.

* * * *
Seeking credit for your acts,
Even if you did them, and did them well,
Tends to corrode the future.

* * * *
Better to cultivate loyal opposition
Than vengeful adversaries.

* * * *
Ironically absurd.

* * * *
You can only know
The theater of light and shadow.
Of the mysterious source,
You know nothing.

* * * *
What innocently ruthless concepts numbers can be.

* * * *
We create gods that cater to our vain whims.

* * * *
Who are you to judge any one?

* * * *
Humanness is both baneful and noble.
It is the duality of consciousness
Which must ever be.

* * * *
Angels and demons come in all flavors,
And can at times be difficult to distinguish.

* * * *
Chaos is an order to which dis- does not apply.

* * * *
Everything has its time,
And in the end
There is nothing to remember.

* * * *
The subtlety of nuance is infinite.

* * * *
Any true experiment
Requires accurate control of variables
To avoid the taint of speculation.

* * * *
Fate is the sculpture of free will
And so many currents
Beyond any one’s control.

* * * *
Let all the Very Important People
Move ahead and tailgate each other.

* * * *
Why do some feel so much freer than others?

* * * *
You are under no obligations
To anything or anyone
But through your own collusion.

* * * *
Duped again.

* * * *
It is whatever you know,
Which, by the way, ain’t much.

* * * *
In the garden of good and evil,
It is easy to forget.

* * * *
May you find peace in eternal life.

* * * *
Are your sure you really want to be free?
All for nothing? All or nothing?

* * * *
So many hooks dangling
In this mysterious garden.

* * * *
Fourth-dimensional logic.

* * * *
Amazing what suffering so many endure to continue living.

* * * *
Nothing personified.

* * * *
An opportunity to invent your Self.

* * * *
Another case of mistaken identity.

* * * *
Is knowledge really anything more
Than assorted permutations of belief.

* * * *
First, there is a mountain,
Then, there is no mountain,
And then, a mountain again.

* * * *
Guilt and shame are the fabrication
Of minds who probably are and should.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
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World Rights Reserved

Chapter 196 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)

2009-10-11T07:26:00.000-07:00

CLICVI

Those neurons sure are deft little magicians.
What difference could exist without them?

* * * *
Consciousness had to evolve
In order for the mystery to witness its Self
In all its imaginary splendor.

* * * *
Bold are the silent ones.

* * * *
So many grand project never begun.

* * * *
Missive to no one,
No who, no what,
No where, No when,
No why, no how, no way,

* * * *
You are the first, always.

* * * *
So many ways to carry the albatross.

* * * *
No wall stands forever.
Time ravages all defenses.

* * * *
There is no method to being free,
For it is in the being that is freeing.

* * * *
There are no followers in this game.

* * * *
Guns and violence do not discerning the matrix make.

* * * *
What a cruel dream the senses weave.

* * * *
Do you really want a truthful answer?

* * * *
Sometimes you just have to take a hit.
It’s the aftermath that tests mettle.

* * * *
What difference does anything truly make?

* * * *
Imagine all the people, living for today.

* * * *
Personality is the response
To the surrounding voices.

* * * *
You may know the drama,
And the set upon which you stand,
But you can never even begin to fathom
The ground from which it springs.

* * * *
All the ideas with which you have built yourself
Are only released through unutterable simplicity.

* * * *
Be devoutly agnostic.

* * * *
Creating a hell for others
Is a twisted, macabre way
To feel good about yourself.

* * * *
People who sign the paychecks tend to receive a lot of tolerance,
Even approbation, for their eccentricities and abusive behaviors.

* * * *
Every life form requires at least one predator to keep it in check.

* * * *
History is only as accurate
As the vision, and intent,
Of those who chronicle.

* * * *
How bored god must be
With our unending foolishness.
No wonder he vacations so frequently.

* * * *
Science is the current exertion of ignorance.

* * * *
Personality is the mind’s effort to survive psychologically.

* * * *
Reason and accountability are in such short supply.

* * * *
When you are completely attentive,
Thoughtless to the nowness and its unfolding,
The press of past and future withdraw to the sidelines.
There is a resting ease, a cessation of hunger, a contentment,
The description of which is impossible, and unnecessary.

* * * *
Passion is the mind’s unquenchable thirst for more.
The timeless is, without the sweeping dramas of desire.

* * * *
Sometimes you embrace this vain existence;
At other times it cannot end soon enough.
Yet through all the pendulum swings,
You are ever exactly the same.

* * * *
So challenging to be detached all the time.

* * * *
Those who weigh life only in loss or gain,
Miss out on the real opportunity
Of this dusty dream.

* * * *
Does it really matter
That every point and particle
Awaken to its ultimate mystical reality?
If you do, it is enough.

* * * *
How can you be responsible
For a universe over which
You have absolutely no control?

* * * *
Despite so many assertions to the contrary,
There are no hard and fast rules in the game of life.
We are all individually responsible for our countless choices.

* * * *
What an amazingly foolish fallacy
That another can make you happy.

* * * *
If you live for what others think of you,
You are but a puppet strung along
In one voice-over or another.

* * * *
The excess of options for so many in these current times
Is staggering when contrasted with the weight
Of all preceding human experience.

* * * *
How many ways the mind finds to imprison itself.

* * * *
The wealthy, powerful and famous
Have always been caught up
In the wave of pretense.

* * * *
Some are enamored with the creative force;
Others with that which is destructive.
The end sum is ever balanced,
All accounts paid in full.

* * * *
Every flowering is completely unique,
Yet absolutely, unequivocally the same.

* * * *
What do you know?
Whatever needs knowing.

* * * *
Whether of your sweat, or of your blood,
Those who run the game get their cut.

* * * *
Technique holds no candle to intuition.

* * * *
You want so badly for time to be permanent,
But, alas, it never can be more than a thought.

* * * *
What a fiendish persecutor time can be.

* * * *
No matter how real it may seem,
It has the illusive consistency
Of an ethereal dust storm.

* * * *
In making decisions,
You must set aside the fear
Of stumbling, fumbling, striking out,
Falling short, or even of dying.

* * * *
In strategic and tactical affairs,
Be predictable and unpredictable.
Do not always throw right or run left.
Sometimes charge madly into their midst.
Sometimes wait, feint, or even pretend retreat.
Maneuver at whatever tempo dominates the field.

* * * *
Too much caution accomplishes nothing.
Too much impatience throws away balance.

* * * *
The mighty fear assassination,
The eminent dread being forgotten,
And the rich worry over losing everything.
Power, fame, and fortune can be a dark journey.
A moderate, anonymous, serene existence
Is more enviable than many realize.

* * * *
How to live a richly spiritual existence
Without the wrappings of dogmatic assertion
Is the journey of humble moderation.

* * * *
Resolving conflict runs the gamut
From compromise to war.
It is vain attachment
To one conclusion or another
Which orchestrates the probable outcome.

* * * *
Who is the who
Who selects and correlates
The sensory data?

* * * *
When choice fades into the oblivion of choiceless nature,
How can karma’s volitional accumulation continue?

* * * *
Few are prepared to be done with it.

* * * *
The dream of separation
Continues spiraling in space-time.
Because of consciousness’s identification
With the body-mind’s sensory dream.

* * * *
The world is as attached to you as you are to it.
It has many ways to keep you wandering
Along your Yellow Brick Road.

* * * *
Do you every really have any choice?

* * * *
Wherever you go, the universe unfolds.

* * * *
There is no good and evil,
Just the ever-changing collusions
Between what is liked and what is not liked.
One man’s good is another’s evil,
And visa-versa.

* * * *
History’s ceaseless vain attempts
To create a lasting set of rules
Illustrates again and again
There are really none.

* * * *
The power sought by mortals is meaningless.
Real power is beyond imagination
And any need for it.

* * * *
Life is a vast smorgasbord.
The sum total of which
Means nothing.

* * * *
Now is the spontaneous outcome
Of an energetic die role made long ago.

* * * *
Any dream can transform
Into a hellish nightmare
At the twist of a thought.

* * * *
The passionate mind is like
A scalding cup of coffee
Sloshing from side to side.
It may take many burned fingers
To understand how to drink it carefully.

* * * *
It is the attachment to passion
That generates the passion.

* * * *
Some containers cloak reality better than others.

* * * *
The vast diversity combines and recombines
In an infinite array of synergistic sets
For every reason imaginable.

* * * *
We are all the same eternal essence,
Each inventing and delineating
A unique imaginary way.

* * * *
You operate within the limits of your fabrication.

* * * *
Boys, boys, boys.
Girls, girls, girls.
An endless play.

* * * *
You awaken into another day of desire’s sport.
How many ways to be enticed by existence
Into one passionate reaction or another.
What difference, really, but subtlety?

* * * *
Look into your own mind
And discern why our many creations
Are enchanting our souls.

* * * *
We certainly have enough population,
Enough idols, enough leaders, enough religion,
Enough technological wonders, enough differentiation,
Enough of just about everything imaginable,
To make a very fine kettle of fish.

* * * *
How much of the world humanity has conjured,
Of artificial knowledge and experience,
To continue accumulating?

* * * *
All you life you have believed so many things matter.
Only to you, and the many others.

* * * *
Every brick in a wall,
Every drop in a cloud,
Every snowflake in a drift,
Every grain of sand in a beach,
Every part and particle in every where,
Is individually, essentially, absolutely indivisible.

* * * *
No matter how enlightened you are,
You will still play it out according
To your personal narrative.

* * * *
How can anyone
Become something
When there is really
No time but to be?

* * * *
Political correctness is nothing new.
It is the force behind any inquisition.

* * * *
What vanity to think god favors any form,
Costume, tradition, ritual, symbol or dogma.
Surely, the great mystery has never been bound
By the idiosyncrasies of human collusion.

* * * *
The entropy of the way
Consumes all forms
Back into the formless reality.

* * * *
Humanity is drowning in the ignorance of its ignorance.

* * * *
How can you know
What none can ever know?
Mu, baby, mu.

* * * *
Imagine current events through the veil
Of what will be written about it in time.

* * * *
Any corporate body
Will be only too happy
To accept your sacrifice
For its laudable cause.

* * * *
Do you awaken into dreaming,
Or drift into dreaming
You are awake?

* * * *
Whatever way you choose,
It is all the dream of Oz
In one Kansas or another.

* * * *
Respect your Self enough to stop the inner torture.

* * * *
Did the Jesus or Buddha
Or whoever you might imagine,
Ever really exist?

* * * *
To be godness in the flesh,
What a challenging tightrope.

* * * *
Drift nonchalant,
Or drift hectic and distracted,
It is all the same.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
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© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
World Rights Reserved

Chapter 197 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)

2009-10-11T07:23:00.000-07:00

CLICVII

Humility does not imply lack of confidence.

* * * *
The muck of the matter usually belies the glory.

* * * *
How many blame their suffering
On everyone but themselves.

* * * *
You do not necessarily have
To find love with another
To be in love with your Self.

* * * *
In making an assumption,
You may be missing the real source
Of both the problem and it’s inherent solution.

* * * *
You must endure such imagined torture
To overcome your fear of sovereignty.

* * * *
You are wherever you are.
Being out of sync with the nowness
Stresses an otherwise innocent container.

* * * *
There’s not much point to arguing with a pinhead vision.

* * * *
The garden will one day,
In one way, or perhaps many,
Prune humanity to a manageable size.

* * * *
What is the body but a harbor
From which dreams manifest.

* * * *
You are compelled by whatever life inspires you to want.

* * * *
What need have you
For the quagmire of sorrow
This world so often brings about?

* * * *
As wrong, stupid or foolish as it all too often is,
Might makes right.
Always has, always will.

* * * *
Pandora’s Box is not often closed.

* * * *
The synergy of greed is overwhelming.

* * * *
What’s truly ironic
Is that someday
These will be called
The “Good Old Days.”

* * * *
Please don’t ruin it by opening your mouth.

* * * *
The measure of pride
Is one’s resistance to reality.

* * * *
What prisons excess can fashion.

* * * *
It’s all about you, and not all about you, at the same time.
Your existence is but a negligible role of the larger stage,
But in your own dream, you are the center stage creation.

* * * *
You cannot force your fate
Into what it is not destined to be.

* * * *
Irony, always irony.

* * * *
Wishful thinking is just that.

* * * *
In the manifest reality
There is a pecking order
To which all forms must abide.

* * * *
Who was that madman, Kemo Sabe?

* * * *
Something for divisive minds to chew on.

* * * *
Lust is perhaps the most demanding force
In this frail, very temporary existence.

* * * *
The truths and lies of history
Are left for time to distill.

* * * *
A remarkable thing to fully examine one’s life, eh what?

* * * *
What doesn’t annihilate you today
Often makes you stronger tomorrow.

* * * *
Each moment poses a new reckoning.
So many choices can easily make
For such a harried existence.

* * * *
Narcissism needs but one reflection.
But in a house of mirrors, conceit
Attains an infinity of potentials.

* * * *
Freedom is its own reward.

* * * *
Drink deeply of your existence
In whatever way fate allows.
God or no, this mortal play,
Is truly an amazing mystery.

* * * *
What a travesty the dogmas of organized religion.

* * * *
Ponder anything and everything
Until nothing is left to ponder.

* * * *
Demons and angels are bound by their oneness.

* * * *
So arduous, so simple,
To comprehend the truth of the matter.

* * * *
Habitually cleaning your plate
Is not necessarily a beneficial thing to do.
Very challenging it is to stop when the body is sated.
The mind will gorge forever, if allowed.

* * * *
The beast is not bound by the moralities of consciousness.

* * * *
To be human is more
Than walking on two legs
And manipulating one’s thumbs.

* * * *
Pain and suffering are certainties of life.
A measure of detachment is the challenge.

* * * *
The only bona fide choice
Is unconditional surrender
To that which you truly are,
And the fate that it inspires.

* * * *
A true gift is freely given.

* * * *
In the game of win and lose,
There are ultimately no winners.

* * * *
If it fits, pass it on.
If not, drop it,
And wander on.

* * * *
Morality is not about vain, dogmatic assertion.

* * * *
What would you say
If you could do it
Another way?

* * * *
It’s all about fulfilling your fate.

* * * *
All remedies are but temporal jousts.

* * * *
All differences are imagined.

* * * *
Confusion is sewn of the desire
For life to be more than it is.

* * * *
Tranquility is a gift that few truly attain.

* * * *
Negate everything and you will see.

* * * *
There is history unfolding every moment,
Individually, collectively, infinitely.
No stone will left unturned
In the annuals of time.

* * * *
Passing along what you know
Creates realities you will never see.

* * * *
Drift as you will, all time is an ephemeral spigot.

* * * *
Too bad we will never get past ourselves.
Ponder all the things we could really do
If humanity was infused with heaven.
Such joy there could be if wisdom
Were as commonplace as water.

* * * *
What a role each plays in their own vain dream.

* * * *
Who is it who witnesses
Through any sensory apparatus
But the same one in all?

* * * *
The only thing holding you in this 3-D mirage
Is a body bound to fall off some moment in time.
Will the freedom be too much to withstand rebirth?

* * * *
You are the unknown dreamer
Dreaming all the becoming real,
Caught in the web of vain division
And dread of the absolute aloneness
Of reality prior to all imagined attributes.

* * * *
Few others will ever see you as you are
Unless they, too, have remembered.

* * * *
You choose to be burdened
By your own imagination.
Discerning reality leaves you
Choicelessly, freely light-headed.

* * * *
Amazing to realize how many
Are incapable of empathizing with others.
How many are so self-absorbed as to have no vision
Of anyone or anything but me, myself and I.

* * * *
Truth has nothing to do with any lightshow.

* * * *
If god is as vain as we,
Then what’s the point?

* * * *
All form is the ephemeral fluid of eternity.

* * * *
If you are still seeking,
Then perhaps you need
To re-think your path.

* * * *
What can you have any feeling about
That isn’t one illusion or another?

* * * *
What madness will you endure this day?

* * * *
Don’t kid yourself that science
Isn’t as thick with politics as anything else
Concocted by the human mind.

* * * *
First they make you feel guilty,
Then they absolve you,
Then they as for ten percent.

* * * *
You become what you imagine.
Together, we create theater.

* * * *
How can fear truly inspire?

* * * *
Chances are you will find whatever it is you seek.
If it is the messiah, you will find the messiah.
If it is a Buddha, you will find a Buddha.
If it is nothing, you will find nothing.

* * * *
No worries, mate.

* * * *
For that is all it really is.

* * * *
You just never know when one or more
Of these little ditties will bubble up.

* * * *
It doesn’t need to be published
To ripple across the world.

* * * *
What was it you wanted to remember again?

* * * *
There seem to be few human foibles into which you have not
Intentionally, accidentally, foolishly, or unavoidably demonstrated.

* * * *
True perfection is impossible
At all but the most essential level.
Question the assumptions of any ideal.

* * * *
The routine of day after day after day
Can be both exhausting and enlightening.

* * * *
At some point, all the collection of data requires a decision.
No decision is, of course, one of the most likely selections.

* * * *
It’s an interactive universe.

* * * *
The world was doing just fine
Before humankind wandered along.
One day, in the relativity of geographical time,
Signs of our vain presence will have long since evaporated.

* * * *
A little ignorance goes a long way.

* * * *
Passivity versus aggression is an irony
About which humanity has much to learn.

* * * *
What is wisdom without foolishness?

* * * *
Any extreme runs the risk of addiction.

* * * *
Left requires right, odd-even, coarse-fine.
One is not, cannot be, without the other.

* * * *
You are what you are educated to be.

* * * *
By the thread of imagination,
You wander the abyss.

* * * *
Rest assured that ultimate reality will be
Long after your presence has evaporated.

* * * *
We are herd animals, social beings,
Yet so competitive and limited by tribal views,
That we seem unable to see the inherent commonality
Of all life, all forms, no matter the nature.

* * * *
What melodrama we so willingly wade.

* * * *
That to which you react demarks the fate you travel.

* * * *
Be cautious that your loyalties are not naively misguided.

* * * *
Do you really need to know anything?
Even your Self?

* * * *
How interesting that we fabricate glory
From the hellish destruction of war.

* * * *
Pause and reflect as possible upon your true timelessness.
It is the eternal liqueur in which you actually reside,
A transcendent state if ever there was one.

* * * *
What would you do if there was no other
To impress with your worth, or lack of it?

* * * *
To take anything personally is the vanity.

* * * *
So many believe there really is something to become,
Yet such a minority are truly interested in or able to discern
That the answer to all seeking is simple, profound awareness.

* * * *
Every possible distraction
Is planted within the maze of time.
One must disregard all to discern clearly.

* * * *
When you see all this and gaze back
Into the many perceptions of your dream,
What a girder-ridden, complex edifice it all is.
So preposterous, and the same time so binding.
As long as the body-mind continues to function,
One has little choice but to breath in and out
The ceaseless mirages of manifest reality.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
World Rights Reserved

Chapter 198 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)

2009-10-11T07:22:00.000-07:00

CLICVIII

Life is so much simpler in childhood.
To regain that state is not for the meek.

* * * *
Absurdity hath no bounds.

* * * *
Greed works all too well.

* * * *
All your friends, your loves, your enemies
Are really you in disguise.

* * * *
How magnificent the potential of this dream,
And what a travesty we have made it.
It is not idealistic to believe
We could do better.

* * * *
Does your mask-costume shape you, or you it?
Perhaps a bit of both, and perhaps neither.

* * * *
Why should anything that happens in your life surprise you?

* * * *
When you have done your time in the desert,
Upon the mountain, beneath the tree, or in the closet,
You will know the field and its temporal duration.

* * * *
Win-lose games are played
By those who believe they will succeed.
Winners abound in the splendors the board offers.
Losers tumble into the street and whatever moment it allows.

* * * *
Discern the non-existence of existence.

* * * *
Nothing is just but what is made just.

* * * *
Despite all your vanity to the contrary,
The big picture is not about you.

* * * *
Who is it who makes
One moment preferred,
And another not?

* * * *
About as useful as pissing and farting in the wind.

* * * *
For those who are discerning,
The ever-unfurling experiencing of existence
Brings about a larger and larger view.
Incomplete visions fall away
And the day to day
Becomes merely a dream.

* * * *
Some aphorisms transcribe camera-ready,
While others need a smidgen of whittling
With the magic of the digital screen.

* * * *
No matter how ethereal your quest,
With enticing, unwavering arms.
Maya will always welcome you back.

* * * *
The sun wags your tale.

* * * *
Life’s many cycles can take anyone
Up or down with severe rabidity.
Fate is a strange bedfellow.

* * * *
How arduous is it to just be when the pulses of the mind
Ever kick start into one imaginary reverie or another.

* * * *
Is there anything that cannot be justified in one mind or another?

* * * *
Into excessive equality, dogma often creeps.
Democracy can be the stepping-stone to tyranny.

* * * *
Science is only as real as the eye with which it measures.

* * * *
At your death, the universe will not even for a moment blink,
Nor shudder, nor catch its breath, nor even belch.
The eternal wheel will roll on unabated,
Undisturbed, unabashed,
Untamed.

* * * *
It really may be
Only important to you.
So giving it a rest
Is an option.

* * * *
A pedestal tends to crack and crumble
As you get closer to the person
You’ve placed upon it.

* * * *
Every moment carves your fate.

* * * *
Your death will come and go
As has every moment
Since time’s eternal birth.

* * * *
Hold it still with disciplined awareness.

* * * *
All the knowledge humanity has ever fabricated
Can never come close to trumping your true nature.

* * * *
What has convinced you
That your were born,
And must someday die?

* * * *
Desire and fear fuel and fan the drama.

* * * *
How reassuring it must be to be so sure.

* * * *
You are god’s portal.

* * * *
To be free is as simple as erasing all the fear,
And the desire in which it is embedded.

* * * *
What most call love
Seems to often become
More trouble than it’s worth.

* * * *
The things we’ll do to avoid feeling lonely.

* * * *
Get born,
Breathe and think,
Play out the serendipity,
Occasionally add a dash of irony,
And, voila, destiny.

* * * *
Exhilarating and exhausting the AC/DC of existence.

* * * *
Vanquish the fear of suffering.

* * * *
How many personalities do you have?

* * * *
Become aware of the grace
That fills your every moment.

* * * *
Give it no name, for it is nameless.
Give it no form, for it is formless.
Give it no time, for it is timeless.
Give it no point, for it is pointless.
Give it no thought, for it is thoughtless.
Give it no meaning, for it is meaningless.

* * * *
Practice what you preach,
Or cap the sermon.

* * * *
Act now.
The will be eternity enough for resting.

* * * *
Resistance only fuels the suffering.

* * * *
Life is too short to worry about dying.

* * * *
Would that you had the passion
For more than zen bones.

* * * *
It is far bigger than any god ever imagined.

* * * *
Pass it on freely.
No middlemen allowed.

* * * *
Avoid the game of differences.
Ascertain the common denominator
As often as your monkey mind will allow.

* * * *
We still have so much to learn,
And so little time.

* * * *
The world is only a little larger than Easter Island.

* * * *
To be as a child is to have no concern about the future.

* * * *
How can ignorance ever accept
What it does not know or understand?
The vision of those who born to see
Is but madness to the dull mind.

* * * *
Why waste your time doing something
If you aren’t going to do it well?

* * * *
Are you worthy of your own love?

* * * *
The irony of profound vulgarity
Again raises its bushy mane.

* * * *
The synergistic beast ravages its birthing ground.

* * * *
Before the dawn,
The wee hours
Must slowly pass.

* * * *
Love is infatuation
Until the first betrayal’s
Inevitable dealing.

* * * *
Dark and light are the same.
Reality is neither.

* * * *
Connect with your source and you will be free
Of the ceaseless fatiguing limitations
Which bind you to time.

* * * *
If you must preach,
Preach reality,
Not fantasy.

* * * *
Heaven and hell are intertwined
In every part and particle.
One is not without the other.

* * * *
No need to worry about things you cannot change.

* * * *
If you want something
To which you can securely cling,
Truth is not for you.

* * * *
Some of us are redeemable.

* * * *
Integration with the infinity of eternal reality
Is the uninhibited blending of heart and mind.

* * * *
Even a momentary glimpse is redeeming.

* * * *
What good is a mind without a heart?
Or a heart without a mind?

* * * *
Why would anyone muddle through all this?
Yet still you plod on in this Sisyphean task.

* * * *
Step out of your given pattern just once,
And you will never be quite the same.
The question is, will there be a point
At which to give in to a conclusion?

* * * *
All conclusions are not.

* * * *
An accident is often fate’s way
Of taking an inexplicable turn.

* * * *
What eyes see, ears hear,
Nostrils smell, tongue tastes, and flesh feels
Is the peculiar invention of the mind
In time’s delusionary web.

* * * *
We are all encased in our own bubbles of imagination.

* * * *
Do you really get anything out of anything?

* * * *
There have been many mystical uprisings,
But none have managed to evade
The dogmatic assertions of ignorance.

* * * *
Belief motivates so much inanity.

* * * *
So many hooks pull you back into ignorance again and again.
When you wander into the foggy bog, purgatory ascends,
And you must again seek and discern what is real.

* * * *
Of course there is a god,
And it includes you, is you,
Has never not been you.

* * * *
Silly boys and girls.

* * * *
What if our entire universe
Was just an electron
In an atom of a universe?
And what if that that universe…?

* * * *
Get past yourself.

* * * *
So much space out there.
So much space in there.

* * * *
All but impossible in the day to day
To remember what you really are.
No wonder some just go into the jungle,
Or get a group of followers to play their game.

* * * *
Transcend the space-time frame.

* * * *
Remarkable how little control
One has over any given life.

* * * *
Awake or asleep, it is all essentially the same.

* * * *
Differentiation is the absurdity of limitation.

* * * *
Beauty is a mating strategy
To which time has no loyalty.

* * * *
One messiah was enough, thank you.

* * * *
Ponder reality.

* * * *
It is still infinity,
No matter how you form it.

* * * *
Go deeply within,
And you cannot help
But see it true.

* * * *
Unutterably pointless.

* * * *
The primary goal
Of organized religions
Seems to be about trumping
All the other organized religions.

* * * *
What a meaningless waste of time.

* * * *
Essentially, the infinite sleeps with one eye open.

* * * *
Stardust expressing itself one seed at a time.

* * * *
When language imagines so many opposites,
How can the grip of illusion be easily unraveled?

* * * *
The big bang,
Once a snowball
Upon mountain high.

* * * *
Running out of blather, yet?

* * * *
What dreams may come.

* * * *
So many masks.
The snowflakes of eternity.

* * * *
There is not one part or particle
Within the entire realm of essential nature
With which you are not fully connected.
It is all much closer than you think.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
World Rights Reserved

Chapter 199 - The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)

2009-10-04T09:55:00.000-07:00

CLICIX

Open your Self
To the near infinity
Of possibilities.

* * * *
You never know when it will be time.

* * * *
Why would you waste this day
In another’s movie?

* * * *
You are your interests.

* * * *
Reality is a grand holograph
Prior to any sensory reading.

* * * *
So absolutely lonely
That only the aloneness
Of nothingness
Can fill it.

* * * *
Is the dreaming
Between waking and sleeping
All that different?

* * * *
The order of time veils the chaos of reality.

* * * *
Even the applause of the entire universe
Would not sate a lonely, incomplete soul.

* * * *
A lot of tollbooths
Using little neon signs of Jesus
At the collection plate.

* * * *
Look what havoc five senses hooked into imagination can create.
What if there were seven or thirty-seven, or one hundred seven?

* * * *
Way too many distractions for one lifetime.

* * * *
Consciousness is merely a thin veneer cloaking the abyss.

* * * *
Is death an ending, a beginning,
Or just a transition to another show.
It’s all conjecture until show time arrives.

* * * *
A snowball in time.
What more will the journey bring?

* * * *
What a bitter aftertaste so many pleasures bring.

* * * *
The nothingness nobody sees.

* * * *
The wafting smoke,
No direction known.

* * * *
The leash of time.

* * * *
Not all that complicated, really.

* * * *
It is the drama queens
That make so many things miserable.

* * * *
Very challenging to be free
Of all the things
To which one clings.

* * * *
So hard not to fall asleep again and again.
Becoming Buddha 24/7/365 until death do you part
Is a road few have the capacity to journey.

* * * *
Such a mix to sort through and move beyond.

* * * *
Anonymous like a shadow.

* * * *
Across infinity, every conceivable experiencing
Happening in one here-now or another.

* * * *
To not care one iota.
How freeing.

* * * *
Doing nothing ranks high on the things-to-do list.

* * * *
Awakening is a lost and found exercise.

* * * *
How many scientists truly have no agenda?
Is it even possible?

* * * *
You have all the tools you need
To go all the way to where your now stand.
It is a discerning determination that will set you free.

* * * *
Will the masses ever really comprehend
How many mystics amble among them?

* * * *
The paradox of being a true human being
Is that you really no longer are one.

* * * *
If not this form, then another.

* * * *
Key historical moments are like punctuation.
They demark endings and beginnings
In the affairs of consciousness.
Time, of course, carries on
With nary a shrug.

* * * *
The advent of self-imagery and knowledge
Gradually erodes the innocence of childhood.
To rediscover and reclaim the inherent simplicity,
One must allow all concern born of time to drop away.

* * * *
Taking it at all so seriously is the root of the absurdity.

* * * *
We certainly enjoy all our naming.

* * * *
In all our connecting, so much disconnectedness.

* * * *
You only get so many wake-up calls.

* * * *
Locked within every seed
Is the potential for destiny.

* * * *
The trouble with dissatisfaction
Is that it has no remedy.

* * * *
Natural selection creates
Every sort of mutation
Upon this mysterious garden.
Why, how, the scientists try to discern,
But knowledge ever disguises its own limitations,
And true ignorance is layered with endless coats of vanity.

* * * *
Craving does not hold a candle to bliss.

* * * *
Your awareness is the infinite ocean
And the senses are the waves crashing
Upon the bounded shores of time’s illusion.

* * * *
How wrapped up we are in our space-time dreams.
As if their duration and scope were eternally significant.
As if a brief swirl of silt is any more important than any other.

* * * *
Girls become their mothers
And boys their fathers
Often enough to applaud the exceptions.

* * * *
The moonlight upon the water
Is as genuine a reflection
As the moon itself.

* * * *
Your responsibility
To this world or any other
Is entirely up to you.

* * * *
The words of oracles
Are the inner voice
To which each has access
If they pay close enough attention.

* * * *
Rules in philosophical questing?
As ridiculous as any in a knife fight.

* * * *
Let time iron out the details.

* * * *
In cyberspace they may be great warriors.
But in life they are often slothful, fat and lazy.

* * * *
Men hypnotically stare
In desire-ridden genetic lust,
While the objects of their attention,
With practiced nonchalance,
Pretend not to notice.

* * * *
Dream bubbles press against one another,
Interacting, witnessing each other’s dream states,
Yet every calculation is ever a projection
Of one’s conceptual equation.
All are imagined reveries
And all ultimately pop
Into the oblivion
Of eternity’s
Timeless reality.

* * * *
Sexual fantasies play such a role
In all we have created.
Our lives are truly orchestrated
By the ebb and flow of the genetic structure.

* * * *
Dream the cave, or dream outside it
To discern the dreamer is the commonality
To which few have the fated capacity to explore.

* * * *
So many attaching so much importance
To their individual and collective dreaming
That they cannot grasp losing the investment.

* * * *
To climb any hill
Requires coming down it.
With every rise, a fall is inevitable.

* * * *
It is an ever-changing dream
Of an elemental functioning
Prior to any conscious perception.

* * * *
Taking nothing personally
Is an error of perception
To which we all succumb.

* * * *
Waves or particles.
Both or neither?

* * * *
Nor mirage can sustain a reckoning point for long.

* * * *
You allowed the world to bind you in its illusory prison,
And it is you who must discern the key
To unlocking eternity within.

* * * *
A watery mirage
Beckons your thirst,
Yet never gives you more
Than the desolate sands
Of unquenchable time.

* * * *
Only a fool would try so hard
To explain the inexplicable.

* * * *
In true peace, you no longer exist.

* * * *
You will conduct yourself in accordance
With the internal rules of your own making,
But what of those rare few whose beliefs
Have dissipated into the eternal mists?
Who be they who reside lightly within?

* * * *
What a lie the sense of identity is.
We all deceive ourselves
So completely.

* * * *
Where is a mind free of passion?

* * * *
Questions of a thousand dreams,
Answers never what it seems.

* * * *
Pure mind, pure heart.
The thunder of no-mind, no-heart.

* * * *
Odds are you cannot recall your birth,
And you know as little of your death.
Abide in the stillpoint of ignorance.

* * * *
How simple it all was
When you never worried
About losing everything.

* * * *
What makes one thing sacred, and another not?
All judgment is arbitrary.

* * * *
The essential is nothing to take personally.

* * * *
Each day builds itself.

* * * *
The play of words is all so meaningless, don’t you think?
Absurd echoes drifting through this silly little play of time.

* * * *
Infinitely absurd, that’s surely what it is, it is,
But it’s better than being alone,
One supposes.
In a very dark room
With no furniture, that is.
Nor even a floor for that matter.
After all, what is the majestic abyss,
But the eternal nada, forever and a day.

* * * *
A good sense of ironic humor is the best salvation.

* * * *
Close the book of law,
And there is no point
From which to judge

* * * *
May be better not to be out in public today.
May be a bit beastly.

* * * *
The only real solution to all your worries
Is death.
Either literally or figuratively.

* * * *
Your choice.

* * * *
Make it a transcending day, eh what.

* * * *
You may care,
But does the universe?
Does your imaginary little friend,
God,
Truly care?

* * * *
The majesty of the infinite absoluteness
Is well beyond your most galactic premise.

* * * *
It does not matter
Why
How
When
Where
These words were written,
Or by whom.
That they were written
Is the unceasing order of the day.

* * * *
A manifesto of divine origin.

* * * *
Babblewocky.

* * * *
No order known.

* * * *
Transcend your murky, plebian, parochial little world,
And see the infinite, pounding pulse of each and every moment.
You are the witness born to envision the totality
Of what you really are.

* * * *
To cloak your Self is paramount,
For there are but few
Who will jointly comprehend
The chameleon nature all forms play.

* * * *
The blind see only the dazzling play of changing light,
Missing entirely the clarity of awareness
Behind their deluded eye.

* * * *
You have co-created this spontaneous dream,
Yet have so little influence in how it unfolds
As to say you have virtually none at all.

* * * *
The course is set,
And none may reconvene the crew
To chart another.

* * * *
Your world is truly a private affair.

* * * *
Herein is given to that which has no name,
But to which the course of all time sings.
The song of godness knows no other.

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