CVI
Are you hearing
anything you don’t already know?
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Just another
predictable, repetitive plot.
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Once
you truly discern the witness within,
You are
home: free, clear and sovereign.
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The
hardest thing about letting go
Is realizing
all you have to do is let go.
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Self-consciousness
is a genetic,
Socialized
predisposition of every human being.
What
does it take to revolt, to withstand, to usurp, to annihilate,
The conditioned,
fabricated, brainwashed mindset
Of the you
that is not really you.
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What
point to any drama?
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After
you’ve been around the block a few times,
You get
to know any neighborhood pretty well.
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By
whose standard can you be judged?
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Poor
god.
Used by
everybody for personal gain.
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The
course of the human drama
Is
founded upon so much discontent.
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The
answer to everything exists within.
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There’s
no place to go, no deeds to do.
Be
baffled and drowsy and ready to sleep.
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It is
really all okay.
Relax,
try to go easy on yourself.
Downsize
some of the all but impossible expectations:
That
sense of responsibility, that vain martyrdom,
All
that self-absorbed, rather poetic imagery.
Appreciate
the real you prior to all forms.
All
that vain suffering is for naught.
Be
happily content and perhaps
Even
learn to love thy Self
In the
deepest sense.
Drift
back home.
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Odds
are what you like is what you’re used to.
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Cast
out all want and concern.
Things
will be as they will be.
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Aren’t
you surprised it hasn’t already happened?
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All the
names and definitions
Won’t
count for much someday.
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God is
just another abstraction
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Individuality
in the group.
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Yummy
yum-yum-yum.
What
torture must you endure this day?
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Why be
limited by any context?
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We are
all accomplices to the crime.
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Every
culture reeks of one religious mindset or another.
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It was
inevitable that godness
Would
eventually cast its Self into you.
Any
limitation has only its own bounds to keep.
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At a
time when this world needs real leaders as never before,
There
are so few capable of stepping into the paradigm required.
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Paths
to glory follow many trails.
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The
human drama boils down to belief.
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No use
arguing with the inmates of an insane asylum.
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Is the
pattern random, or the random a pattern?
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The
drive for acceptance is a powerful attachment.
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It is
not just the body that should remain flexible.
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Pierce
the veil of ignorance,
Of
loneliness, pain and sorrow.
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The
ultimate is nothing and everything.
Try as
hard as you might, struggle every way imaginable,
The
infinity will never be more or less that that.
Get
over it. Deal with it. Move on.
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They
still only want carnival tricks.
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Your
wanting it to become so much more
Will
never make it more than what it ever is already,
An
overdose of concoction, speculation and wishful thinking.
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What
contentment can mortal fare know
But
that one day all this dramatic rigmarole
Will
finally cede as all destinies must.
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Enjoy
your vanity while ye may
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We are
all the children of crones and geezers.
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So many
non-issues raised again and again.
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Observe
where you are,
Not
where you want to be.
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No
mercy, Mama.
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So
often we behave more stupidly
Than
any other creature on this planet.
It is a
wonder we have survived.
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So many
things words concoct.
We
reside at whim of our passionate interactions
And the
wheel of time rolls on and on.
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What
can one ever say
That
the deaf can ever hear,
Or
show, that the blind can see?
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Evil
comes to those who believe it.
Good
knocks at the door of those who need it not.
The
sage yawns and wanders aimless.
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It
seemed to make sense at the time.
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Mortal
fare is mortal fare is mortal fare is …
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A mind
grounded in mystery
Is
alone in a intriguing fashion
The
other will never comprehend.
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How
amazing that words of wisdom
Can be
so thoroughly twisted
By the
many agendas of ignorance.
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How
challenging to realize fully
All
judgments meaningless,
All measurements useless,
All
differences contrived,
All
values fabricated.
All
frames of reference relative
You are
all and all is one.
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How
useless to argue with a mule.
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Hard to
give up the comfort
Of
habits born of time.
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It’s
the quality of your experiencing, not the quantity,
Which
make life worth living.
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Let the
devil have it!
Malice
consumes itself.
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Just
because a pacifier makes a child comfortable
Doesn’t
make it truth.
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What is
god-like, anyway?
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Attachment
to ideas, endless and often overwhelming,
Has
become the bane of our future existence.
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Take
Mother Nature down to her knees, and she,
With
merest shrug, will consume you
From
toes to spiteful nose.
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How can
a mystic be bound by the rules of mere mortals?
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Let
those who crave attention find their limelight.
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It’s an
analogy, you ninny.
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Can
anyone really care about you as more than an idea
If they
do not discern that grounded reality within themselves?
And
even then would it be but through a detachment beyond words?
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No use
battling your fate?
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Does
one break a habit or release it?
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No one
likes being oppressed,
Yet we
continue in the same vein
Of
pecking orders and hierarchies
In
every realm this world sustains.
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Hide
you best stuff where it can be easily stolen.
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The end
of time
Is
merely the end of consciousness
As we
know it.
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Do you
really believe you would be
Any
more content somewhere else?
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Is there any novelty
That does not
inevitably,
Often quite quickly,
become passé?
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If you
think it, is it?
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That
last breath, a tad scary no doubt.
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Another
dreamy day.
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From
the countless menu of laws available,
You
pick which you will render your own.
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Hope is
imagination’s concoction,
And
could be considered maya’s foreplay.
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Are you
too full of yourself to listen to anything else?
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How
desperately the mind tries
To hold
on to its time-bound creations.
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There’s
a time to receive knowledge,
And a
time to dispense with knowledge.
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Is
there any time that is not relative to another?
What
you consider of short duration
Is an
infinity to a gnat.
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What is
this forever so many claim?
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You
behave so often as if you have any real say in anything.
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To care
or not to care, that is the question.
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What a
ruthless madhouse of a carnival.
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How
much time do you spend worrying?
At what
level of anxiety do you operate?
Why is
it so challenging to be fearless?
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Honesty
within is the best policy.
Be true
to thy Self.
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Aloneness
can be the source
Of
wretched despair or unending joy.
Paradox
frolics impartially the hands of time.
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What a
shame.
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Getting
past the genetic screen is a great challenge.
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Who
knows who is?
Who
knows who is.
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Some
people are just never satisfied.
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So many
imbalanced, sorrow-filled, walking wounded.
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Death
plays no favorites.
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A place
in history offers great delusion.
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No
point blaming your parents,
Your
village, or your nation-state
For
doing the best they know to do,
No
matter how wretched the outcome.
The
trick is to overcome all obstacles
And
become master of your realm.
It cannot
be left for others to do.
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Ignorance
compounds its foolishness every moment.
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How
self-absorbed you are
To
believe someone should love only you.
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Many
are called.
Few are
inclined.
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Sometimes
the greatest demons become the greatest saints.
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Silly
drama.
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The
past, being the indicator that it is,
Holds
little hope that we will transcend ourselves.
Frankenstein’s
monster ain’t got nothing on what we’ve created.
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Of
nearly six billion human beings,
How
many are even remotely free of ignorance?
How
many truly see the oneness that bonds all into one?
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Whole
worlds heading for a crash course in reality.
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Event
the om is silent.
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Most
are real into pleasing their imagination.
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Humility
is just feeling very ordinary.
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The you
that’s you is the same you that’s me.
The me
that’s me is the same me that’s you.
The
cloak of form disguises us all equally well.
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How can
so many be blind
To
their kinship with a grain of sand,
A drop
of water, a flicker of fire, or a breath of air?
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Heard
it all before.
Yeah,
yeah, yeah.
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To live
in fear of death
And all
the suffering living demands
Is to
miss the opportunity it offers.
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Peace
be with you, Pilgrim.
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Who
cares, really, when anyone was born
When
all numbers are arbitrary from the get-go.
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If the
community interferes with youth,
There
will be rebellion and disrespect.
If they
ignore them, there will be chaos.
If they
shepherd them gently, respectfully
There
will be the continuation of order.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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