XXIV
Every
desire, fear, or other form of thought is movement.
What
you really are, call it whatever you will,
Is the
stillness of awareness.
* * * *
That
which is eternal
Can
never be touched by the temporal.
The
latter being merely a passing shadow of the former.
* * * *
Attachment
to manifestation keeps you dancing.
* * * *
Like a
complex maze, there are many false trails,
But in
reality there can ever be only one way.
* * * *
Personality
is a house of straw or sticks,
Of
cards blown by the slightest breeze.
* * * *
Once
you begin to see your true nature,
To
truly believe and carry out your identity
Only
magnifies the pain of consciousness.
* * * *
Someday
the body will all just fall off.
* * * *
Regarding
time travel,
How can
one ever meander
Something
which does not exist
But
through imagination?
* * * *
Are you
obligated to believe any of this is really happening?
* * * *
Is any
mark in time much more than a stain?
* * * *
Vanity
is the source of all our mischief.
* * * *
Space
and time out there
Is
really movement within.
* * * *
What
you are has always been
And
will ever be.
* * * *
None
but you can unlock divine potential.
* * * *
Keep
them guessing.
* * * *
You are
clay given life.
* * * *
Live
for a moment all the suffering
Your
existence and all life has ever experienced.
Why
does humanity vainly torture itself so
By
magnifying that pain already given?
* * * *
Seek
reconciliation with your utmost nature.
Surrender
to the rebirth of eternal insight within.
Never
cease expanding your realization of godness.
* * * *
The
probability that you exist is none to infinity.
* * * *
In the
midst of tranquility or turmoil,
You are
the silence observing the senses.
* * * *
Using
your patterned longing for continuity,
Maya
entices you in every way imaginable
With
that which is ever temporal in nature.
It is
like being offered sand to quench a thirst.
* * * *
The
best scam organized religions ever created
Was to
foment superstitious trepidation of the unknown,
And
then get the guilt-ridden to pay a holy man for forgiveness.
* * * *
There
is no obligation but what Maya
Has
fooled you into creating and believing.
* * * *
Those
who are so ready to discern the antichrists
May
themselves be what the scriptures predicted.
* * * *
Allow desire's
end to unfold gracefully.
Suppression
only fans the fire.
* * * *
What
you think you want
Is
often only what you think you want.
* * * *
Existence
is rather a windy-liquid-flaming play,
A
flowing that linear minds cannot easily discern.
* * * *
To
worship a personalized god
Is to
put faith in something
As
temporal as yourself.
Before
god, you are.
* * * *
How
amazing the impact
Of
simple acts and compassion.
* * * *
Do not
wait for your physical death
To join
heaven and earth.
* * * *
So many
are so quick to inform you
This or
that is the most important purpose.
How is
it they know and you do not?
* * * *
Do not
shrink from your aloneness.
Use
every distraction you will, it will not depart.
Through
every fiber of your being it is your ultimate state.
When
conscious ego-identity merges into awareness, there is no other.
* * * *
Your
desire the flower while its freshness titillates your senses,
But
where does the flower come from and where does it go?
* * * *
Interest
in totality will be the death of you.
* * * *
It is
all as unreal as cotton is from candy.
* * * *
Like a
drowning man in a lonely sea,
None
can save you but yourself.
* * * *
There
appear to be many trails,
But
there is only one peak.
* * * *
You
will not find Self
Anywhere
but here and now,
Where
it has ever been.
* * * *
Discern
the eternal spring within.
Baptize
your self in Self.
* * * *
When
you hunger and thirst for reality
Consumes
every fiber of your being,
You
will feast and drink of the eternal.
* * * *
Imagine
not believing any of it.
That
none of it is real and never has been.
All
those tree rings of fear disappear
And a
smile opens in your heart.
* * * *
Self
plays at sickness, injury, aging and death.
It
seeks relationship through infinite diversity,
Yet, succumbing
to none, it is eternally untouched.
* * * *
Join
that which is timelessly eternal
And you
will merge with heaven.
* * * *
You are
Self acting out manifest mortality
In your
own fashion in this diverse cosmic play.
* * * *
Merge
free will into union with absoluteness.
* * * *
Identity
shields you from your inner light.
It is
the barrier to your perfect union.
* * * *
Any
implication that you exist
Draws
you into the web of continuity.
* * * *
To be
without the vanity of identity
Is to
be the witness before imagination.
* * * *
Your
sense of identity is used against you
Over
and over again in every way imaginable.
* * * *
You do
not even need to label yourself spiritual
You
just are.
* * * *
For god
to know its origin is akin to a light bulb
Knowing
where electricity comes from.
* * * *
The
elements are the clay weavers of this play.
They
are the costume makers of the supreme.
* * * *
No one
holds the key to isness, godness but you.
* * * *
The
journey toward total surrender
Is rife
with setbacks as the individual mind
Resists
that awareness which is total, indivisible.
* * * *
Few, if
any, know their manifest fate, and denial of any resists all.
To be
ready for any possibility embraces the infinite's die roll.
* * * *
As long
as you believe this or any other dance real,
You
will again and again succumb to the play of light.
* * * *
This
inane hellish world is even more challenging
For
those intelligent enough to inquire deeply.
* * * *
Prune
euphemisms and political correctness.
See and
tell it like it is.
* * * *
It is
your attachment
To the
very movement of thought
Which
must be discerned.
* * * *
Nothing
you can say about it is ever what it is.
* * * *
Inner
struggle and resistance
Are
confusion wrought by duality,
The
false separation of subject and object.
* * * *
The end
to resistance only happens
When
individuality becomes indivisible.
* * * *
There
is nothing to reconcile once you see
All was
imagined from the word go.
* * * *
It is
often difficult in the midst of life's fray
To
discern just what it is you are learning.
Be
patient, distillation will come later.
* * * *
If you
see only the many parts,
You
have not looked deeply or broadly enough.
* * * *
Ultimately,
none of us have individual lives
We can
really call our own.
* * * *
Action
without integration
Only
creates more confusion.
* * * *
None
are born, none die,
But
they who believe it so.
* * * *
"I
am" is the leading authority.
* * * *
You are
it already.
There
is nothing more to become.
* * * *
You must
act in this world,
But
what is its ultimate meaning?
Need
there be one?
* * * *
It
takes a great deal of resistance
To
maintain the narrowness of individuality.
* * * *
If they
have not discerned a detachment,
Those
more aware they are faking it
Often suffer
much more acutely
Than
those who play themselves without doubt.
* * * *
The
spark that fires into the word,
That
"Ah hah!" is the point of intuition.
It is
the divine source, the fountain of all being.
The
word itself is dead without that subtle realization.
* * * *
In the
midst of creation, maintenance and destruction,
Reality
is changeless.
* * * *
Outwardly
obey the rulings of Caesar,
But
within your own realm you are sovereign.
* * * *
Your
identity is the sacrifice and the libation.
* * * *
To say
anything about all this is foolish.
To say
nothing only a bit more so.
* * * *
Who is
it who cares?
* * * *
There
is no one to follow.
You
must stoke your own knowing.
* * * *
You are
the purity, the goodness,
The
righteousness beyond morality.
* * * *
As you
surrender, as identity dissipates,
It all
just sort of takes care of itself.
* * * *
What is
this mix of craving and fear
That
you have done all this to yourself and others?
* * * *
Treat
everyone and everything as you would be treated.
At
least be aware when you do not.
* * * *
Your
consciousness is reflected by the company you keep.
* * * *
That
which you discern in others
Who
have realized reunion within
Is that
which you seek in your Self.
* * * *
False
humility, the self-righteous denial of vanity, is no less vain.
* * * *
To
imagine your mind is an identity is akin
To
using a computer simply to add and subtract.
* * * *
Without
this sense of union,
All
proactive efforts result only
In
continued disarray and confusion.
* * * *
Humanity
is in the tight grip of an absurdity
Whose
seeds were sewn in nows that no longer exist.
To be
free, history and tradition must be given much less weight.
* * * *
Fear of
the unknown is an unconscious choice,
Born of
attachment to that which you think you know.
* * * *
There
is only one awareness.
All
personalities in consciousness are fated
To
dissolve into its unmanifest oblivion.
* * * *
Real
faith is an act of loving volition,
Not a
fear-ridden cautious gamble.
* * * *
So
desolate the vanity offered in this material plane.
* * * *
Awareness,
if not for the senses,
How
would it focus into consciousness?
* * * *
To what
can you be truly committed,
When
there is nothing onto which to hold?
* * * *
Humanity's
assumption of title role in the play of god
Is
arrogant, ethnocentric, unfounded fancy.
* * * *
Logic
does not rule in the here and now.
I Am … is as irrational
as it gets.
* * * *
Just
try and hold your Self together.
* * * *
Understand
logic well enough to know you are not.
* * * *
What
part of ‘It’s not about you’ do you not understand?
* * * *
Any
promise of forever is just another deception.
* * * *
Your
given universe presents every sort of distraction imaginable.
Peace is either at the
ending of all concern for anything,
Or the all-embracing
concern for everything.
* * * *
Every
moment is yoga for those discerning union.
* * * *
Your
true wealth is beyond all counting.
* * * *
Every
life form is bound
Within the given
patterning
Of its capacities and
limitations.
* * * *
Who
came up with this idea, this absurd notion
That everyone’s going
to wake up, anyway?
Just another lie; just
give it ye old no mind.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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