XXIII
Whether
or not to continue playing any game
Once
the interest is gone, that is the question.
* * * *
Nothing
scribbled on the tablet is ever the tablet.
You are
that upon which all is said and written.
* * * *
Circumstances
born of time often call each of us
To act
in ways we might otherwise not choose.
* * * *
All
psychological suffering is just the concoction of vanity.
* * * *
Before
all you think real and important, you are.
* * * *
Change
is.
* * * *
The
personal mind is the outcome
Of the
suffering of consciousness.
* * * *
How do
you expect to change the world
If you cannot
even change yourself?
* * * *
Are you
the dreamer of the mountain
Or the
mountain dreaming you?
* * * *
Do not
hesitate to cross any boundary.
None
exist in reality.
* * * *
Your
only obligation in life,
If you
choose to own any obligation,
Is to
play your hand out to the best of your ability.
* * * *
Where
are the boundaries without the senses?
* * * *
Every
part of your vanity or derision
Is food
to one life form or another.
* * * *
Real
religion is opening to the no-mind
Which
forms no resistance to the changing.
* * * *
Pursue
the teachings, not the scribes.
* * * *
Stop
torturing yourself to fit into a world
Which
does not appreciate the reflection you offer.
Become
that which is prior to all mirrors.
* * * *
It is
not a matter of convincing yourself.
It is a
matter of knowing your Self.
* * * *
Stop
playing the game of ideals.
Just
say what you mean
And
mean what you say.
* * * *
Call it
mountain, ocean, universe
Or
whatever name you concoct,
It is
ever the same oneness.
* * * *
The
garden still exists.
It is
right before your eyes
As it
has ever been.
* * * *
There
are more problem-makers
Than
there are real problems.
* * * *
For so
many, the more they have, the tighter the grip.
* * * *
To be born,
to live, to die.
A great
honor, or a great bother?
A bit
of both, many times over.
In
everything, paradox.
* * * *
Whatever
you are, you are.
How
amazing this mystery.
* * * *
All
problems are
Only
because you have a body.
* * * *
The joy
thought is not joy.
* * * *
To put godness
outside yourself
Implies
a duality which does not, cannot be.
* * * *
Neither
seek pleasure nor avoid pain.
Reside
in the stillness before time.
* * * *
Instinct,
habit, patterning, conditioning,
All
jailers in the prison of manifestation.
* * * *
What
makes you believe the clay
Is
attached to any particular shape?
* * * *
When
one does good works, the motive,
Whether
born of heart or political expediency,
Become
quickly apparent.
* * * *
Nuclear
weaponry is the ultimate extension of the fist.
We toy
with the power of god without the wisdom.
* * * *
If it
is your destiny to awaken,
What
can stop you?
* * * *
How
blurry the lines of duality really are.
* * * *
No
society or organization
Seeking
its own perpetuation
Has any
interest in your being free.
* * * *
All
attempts to organize any belief system
Only
breed greater division and rancor.
Isn't
it enough to delve your own soul
Without
creating dogma for another.
* * * *
What
point is there to a life work
That
creates imbalance and destitution of spirit?
* * * *
Each
must find that courage, that essence of being
To face
the suffering mortal life has in store.
* * * *
The
play of mythos often lies hidden in texts taken as scripture.
Few
teachers, if any, are completely free of their beginnings.
Discern
for yourself without creating dogma for others.
* * * *
Becoming
godness is not a thought.
It is the
awareness prior to thought.
So
simple.
* * * *
Did you
choose to be born?
Did you
pick your parents and family?
Your
body? Your geography? Your circumstances?
Some
would say that this is one of countless reincarnations,
But do
you know it for a fact for yourself?
And
does any of it even matter?
* * * *
The
competitive savagery
That
got our kind to this point
Is no
longer functional for survival.
Over-population
and our ceaseless inventions
Weave
an ominous, cancerous plot against the entire planet
* * * *
You are
the fruit born to harvest.
* * * *
At the
depth of every soul
You
will find your own.
* * * *
Alone
again, naturally.
* * * *
Dogmatic
morality is a vain vice.
* * * *
Love is
more than a conceptual ideal.
* * * *
In
their ecstatic quest for happiness,
Lemmings
abandon themselves to the cliffs.
* * * *
Mortality
is a difficult enticement to tack beyond,
A
challenging game with stakes of no real value.
* * * *
It is
so simple, so nondescript, so obvious
That
you blindly walk through it every moment.
* * * *
Humanity's
fate is the synergy
Of
countless choices born of separation.
* * * *
Your
true face is before all lightshows.
* * * *
Amazing
how it all kind of fits together.
* * * *
One
man’s terrorism is another’s war.
* * * *
The
argument that we would be nothing without history
Is so
very, very true.
* * * *
None of
this can you keep.
* * * *
How is
godness going to be omnipotent and omnipresent
Unless
it resides in every fiber of everything, including you?
* * * *
One of
the most simple ways to end or destroy something
Is to
ignore it, to refuse to participate, or to give it no power.
Political
institutions, corporate empires and organized religions
Are
prime targets for the anarchy of the unattached mind.
* * * *
You are
already everything you could hope to be.
* * * *
It is
not a matter of convincing or persuading,
But of
seeing.
* * * *
Some
will use any means
To deny
your origin.
Get
them all behind you.
* * * *
These
thoughts are randomly placed
Because
life is a random process.
All
organized attempts come from the mind's
Difficulty
in dealing with the chaos of manifest existence.
* * * *
Our
unwavering willingness to subjugate the world
Shows
clearly the depth of alienation
From
our source of being.
* * * *
Your
denial of your so-called dark side
Is
denial of half the coin.
Embrace
it all.
* * * *
The
continuity you fabricate
Is a dream
you cannot grasp.
* * * *
Dwell
where thought will, it is ever the same.
* * * *
It is
you who takes you
Through
the full range of emotions,
Not the
other.
* * * *
Were we
to seriously
Seek a
resolution to any conflict,
We
might well find ourselves on the same side.
* * * *
A some
point it can only go downhill.
It is
the statistical nature of all creation
That it
must eventually be destroyed.
* * * *
An
elite club into which all are welcome
Many
are called but few choose.
* * * *
The
only lock is the one in your mind.
* * * *
In
great abundance
Is the
seed of great hardship.
In
great hardship, the seed of abundance.
* * * *
Fashion
your detachment in whatever way you will.
* * * *
The
corporate whip does not discriminate.
* * * *
Peace
is not a concept.
* * * *
You
will eventually be dispatched
With
the same ruthlessness
You
have dispatched
So many
others.
* * * *
Sometimes
you charge.
Sometimes
you withdraw.
Sometimes
you hold the line.
Be as
fluid as nature allows.
Have
intuitive confidence
That
whenever now comes,
You
will figure out what to do.
* * * *
Absoluteness
is absoluteness,
No
matter what route appearances have taken.
* * * *
To be
overly concerned
With
the triflings of this illusive world
Is but an
enticing dead end.
* * * *
In
absoluteness vanity disappears.
The
senses are observed dispassionately.
There
is only stillness in timeless unfolding.
* * * *
It is likely
not personality that interests godness.
None of
us are the gibberish residing in our heads.
* * * *
Attachment
to any teacher or teaching,
To any
philosophy or organization,
Creates
a separation, a denial that truth
May
manifest in a diverse infinity of appearances.
Only
the silent ear and the inner eye witnesses their total reality.
* * * *
The
imprint of order based on Maya
Is the
rational mind's delusion born of time.
* * * *
Dogma
is the ruling of outward authority,
The
principled dictates of the limited minds of men.
When
you own your own law, no others apply.
* * * *
This
leaves no room for anything more
Than
the pretense, the conscious play of identity
In the
theater of time's passing dream.
* * * *
You are
before all scriptures and religions
They
point to you but can never touch you.
* * * *
The
mind's quest to deny and destroy diversity
Misses
entirely its innate unity.
* * * *
Psychological
desire by its nature creates separation.
The
"me and mine", the "I want", the "I own",
Are the
duality, the division of diversity,
Existing
in sensory illusion only.
Reality
is ever oneness.
* * * *
If
anyone ever told you, if you ever believed,
That
you could never be free of conditioning,
Take a
chance and guess again.
* * * *
You
have created all this for your amusement.
A
virtual reality game, extraordinary.
* * * *
To give
importance to the scribe,
To the
messenger of these words,
Plays
into Maya's game.
It is
all you.
* * * *
Every
moment is a note in the cosmic symphony.
* * * *
Mortality
has no morality.
* * * *
Life as
we know it is a habit
And most of us are addicts.
* * * *
Explore,
discuss, disagree, agree and more,
But avoid fabricating
new dogma,
If that’s even
possible,
Flawed species that we
are.
* * * *
Death
is death.
It’s how you die
That’s the bother.
* * * *
How
vague the many memories
The many perceptions of
one’s life become
As the life force
begins to wane.
* * * *
Barkeep,
another round.
* * * *
What
was life like before you began to want and fear?
* * * *
You
are an eye of godness.
* * * *
Any
vision is only as accurate as the eyes are clear.
* * * *
The
task of the ones who see is to pass it on.
* * * *
Different
cultures allow and disallow as groupthink ordains.
But we are, after all,
cousins of the same branch,
Gone awry across the
dream of time.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
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Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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