CXIX
Just
another testament, another oracle,
Another
seer, another of so many others
Come
and gone, and still yet to come.
* * * *
Alone
together, all one, despite ourselves.
* * * *
Sometimes
you wonder why you continue.
Other
times you just can’t get enough.
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Only
the mind creates disparity.
* * * *
Isn’t
it all rather obvious?
* * * *
Sit
eternally, and you’ll forget everything.
* * * *
Perhaps
if enough people can come
To an
agreement on something truly fundamental,
They
can at least tolerate the countless imagined differences.
* * * *
Who are
the good guys, anyway?
* * * *
You’ll
have your own conclusion.
You
won’t need the scribe to idolize.
* * * *
Laws
may be the blackest black
Or the
whitest white, but life
Is all
the gray in between.
* * * *
Another
one captivated by the delusion
That
s/he is really a human being.
* * * *
What
was I going to jot down.
Darn, I
can’t remember.
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Cycles
within cycles within cycles
Ebb and
flow, rise and fall, crest and dip,
And you
witness to their histories
And
projected futures.
* * * *
You
statistician, you.
* * * *
From
where do all beginnings come?
To
where do all endings go?
* * * *
How can
every now help but be exactly the same?
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What is
contentment?
Is it a
thought? Is it even attainable?
Does it
exist as anything more than a surrender
To the
unfolding ever- present moment?
* * * *
How can
so many human beings
Ever
hope to co-exist peacefully
Given
the rivalry over so many
Unreconcilable
differences?
We seem
destined to clash
Until
there is nothing left
Worth
the squabbling.
* * * *
How
many languages,
How
many schools of thought
Are
there mesmerizing our minds?
Humanity
has excelled in so many forums,
Yet we
are really no different than our ancestors.
Human receivers
may be appear increasingly intricate,
But are
ever gathering, collating, comparing and interpreting
In the
same passionate, willful manner as any other, in any other time.
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The
amazing thing is how much you will forget,
As well
as how much you must forget to remember.
* * * *
You may
be omnipresent, omnipotent and omniscient,
But you
still have to put one leg at a time into those pants.
* * * *
From
now, life springs eternal.
* * * *
Who
chose you to be an authority?
It is
the same arrogance that has
Infected
the entire human drama.
Pride
blossoms before all great falls.
* * * *
The
dust contrives countless forms
And
consumes itself in every way.
* * * *
Play it
again and again
In
whatever context you choose,
It is ever
the same you, the same one,
Witnessing
all things acting out
The
Song of Godness.
* * * *
Tall
order, not likely,
But it
amuses the witness
To
contemplate the architecture
Of a
dreamy possibility.
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Romantic
ideals are meaningless.
* * * *
For
this human drama to somehow make
The
paradigm shift survival requires,
Each
must discern a light within,
Reconcile
the confusion, and then act
Upon
its vision in a manner which works for all.
* * * *
We are
all children of godness.
There
are none who are not,
But for
their insistent denial
In both
thought and deed.
* * * *
The
good gardener does not hesitate
To
destroy to in order to create.
* * * *
Go
ahead, blame god.
In
part, you are right.
* * * *
What
parasites critics are.
Where
do people get the audacity
To
criticize something they cannot even do?
* * * *
God’s
vanity is no less foolish than your own.
* * * *
Armies,
gangs, what is the difference, really?
* * * *
Observe
your dread, your resistance, your denial.
Try
looking forward to something for a change.
* * * *
The way
it is as the scribe sees it,
Communicated
as clearly as he can
With
the concepts of his native tongue.
And
expansive vision built upon limitation.
* * * *
Ridiculously
so.
* * * *
When
are you truly ready to look,
You
will take the time, you will find
Your
desert, river or bodi tree, and sit
Walk or
run until it all becomes obvious.
* * * *
Leaders
need followers, followers need leaders.
What
synergies they weave is the story of man.
* * * *
Give
your politically correct spiel
To
someone who cares.
* * * *
If you
have to ask,
You
obviously don’t get it.
* * * *
You are
that which is godness,
But
must clear away all delusions
To
comprehend its reality fully.
* * * *
What is
the quality of mind
Unclouded
by context?
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Thank,
but no thanks.
* * * *
The
challenge knowing you are godness
Is
pretending you are a human being.
* * * *
Sustaining
vanity takes a great deal of effort.
* * * *
Let Caesar
have back his coin
When
you are done with it.
* * * *
Hokum
and bullshit,
Neck-deep
and deep-fried.
* * * *
Our
technological promiscuity
Has
proliferated far beyond
Our
ability to use it wisely.
* * * *
Like a
potato absorbing salt,
You
will eat, drink and breathe
The
poisons of your time.
* * * *
You
cannot hear until you are ready to remember.
* * * *
Will
you ever forgive yourself completely
For
your huge bag of imagined flaws?
* * * *
Space-time
continuum?
Or
space-time confabulation?
Or
perhaps a space-time collusion?
Or
maybe even a space-time conspiracy?
Oooh-eeeh-oooh.
* * * *
So many
things matter to us
That do
no really matter at all.
* * * *
Just
spending my time writing words
That
don’t even pretend to rhyme.
* * * *
Those
dots in front of your eyes
Offer
proof of your electrical nature
As does
a hit on the funny bone
Or even
a jab at the right spot
With an
acupuncture needle.
* * * *
Get
past yourself.
Hang
out about three miles
Above
the garden.
* * * *
There
are too many false gods to bother counting.
* * * *
Consciousness
cannot do more than
Skim
the surface with its own knowledge.
It can
never really fathom the depths
Of the
immeasurable expanse.
* * * *
The
lock to the Soul is your mind.
* * * *
The
eternal step is the one forever.
* * * *
Each
has a story that even
They
cannot know completely.
* * * *
Seers
have planted many thoughts throughout time
That
their brethren might realize the same insight.
Can any
see that have no inclination to light?
How
could they but for that fate’s destiny?
Many
are called but few are chosen.
* * * *
The
ladder only takes you to the edge of the roof.
* * * *
It is
the resistance to outcomes
Which
offers the deepest sleep.
* * * *
That
tiny splinter in your eye
Can
appear to be very large.
* * * *
We are
all eternally wedded
The the
time and space illusion.
* * * *
Once
you discern a train of logic,
Any
conceptual edifice falls
To your
knowing.
* * * *
How
enamored we are with the artificial.
* * * *
Who can
lead you out of this morass but your Self?
* * * *
Will
the last human being be god aware,
Or just
a pathetic sampling of what
We all
too often see today?
* * * *
Expand
your vision of history until it includes
And
transcends the before and after of all creation.
* * * *
Kick
the other out of your mind.
You are
Soul law, Soul creator
Of the
universe blooming within.
* * * *
We are
all legends in our own mind,
Futile
paths to glory born of imagination.
* * * *
Why
allow your dream to be a nightmare?
* * * *
Each
moment is as fresh as you aware it to be.
* * * *
The
demon seeks his mirror.
That
which is godness
Is all
mirrors.
* * * *
Living
forever is not what you think.
You
have never existed as you think.
* * * *
Every
answer
Is in
the question.
Discern
where it is not,
And the
insight will appear.
* * * *
Choose
to car, to participate or not.
Choices,
choices, nothing but choices
In this
choiceless manifest dream.
* * * *
Eternity
is reached through time,
But is
not a product of its nature.
* * * *
From
the body to systems to organs to cells
To
atoms to that within all which is not,
That is
the source of all creation.
* * * *
Every
life form has a part to play
To
judge another seed for the role it is given
Is to
misunderstand how little say you have in your own.
* * * *
Sometimes
it may be a good idea
To at
least take a quick glance
At the
gift horse’s mouth.
* * * *
Withdraw
from all assumption.
* * * *
Drift
along or strive about.
What
difference, really?
* * * *
Time is
fleeting because it can offer nothing
But
dreams of pretense and passion.
* * * *
A
vampire is anyone who abuses
Another
in mind, body or spirit
For any
reason imaginable.
* * * *
Can
anyone really help but see
What
they see, do what they do,
Or play
out the fate life creates?
* * * *
One lie
usually weaves many more.
* * * *
From
the forgetting comes the remembering,
And to
its immutable oblivion, all form returns.
* * * *
We all
have a sword upon which we eventually fall.
* * * *
Lots
and lots and lots of things
To
which only pretense clings.
* * * *
To think
you are anything is to act out a delusion.
All
identification is a lie, not matter how subtle.
* * * *
The
book of oneness.
* * * *
How
quickly sweetness turns bitter,
And
bitterness, sweet.
* * * *
Consciousness
toys in so many ways.
* * * *
Try making
all your body’s tension
Into a
restful bliss of its own.
State
of mind, attitude, is all it is.
* * * *
Seek
sustenance from the origin.
Everything
since is only transitory
To
those reckoning upon eternity.
* * * *
Do you
eat when full,
Drink
when you have no thirst,
Sleep
more than your body requires,
Busy
yourself when there’s nothing to do,
And do too little when there is?
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The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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