XXXV
One is
to one
As two
is to two
As
three is to three
As ten
thousand is to ten thousand.
Diversity
ad infinitum
Is ever
the same.
* * * *
Life is
full of kaleidoscoping options.
Discerning
which to journey
Is a
sovereign issue.
* * * *
Life is
only as valuable
As any
decides to make it.
* * * *
War is
the outcome of greed, pride
And
innumerable vain conclusions.
* * * *
The
choice of mortality is death.
* * * *
You are
the source of every possibility.
* * * *
How
desperate humanity has become.
Its
separation is wreaking havoc in every realm.
* * * *
The
desire for life, for consciousness,
Comes
from you.
* * * *
Contentment
walks arm-in-arm with patience.
* * * *
The
fear of not being, of ending,
Is
tightly woven with desire-filled actions.
* * * *
It is
not easy to be here for any.
* * * *
Humanity’s
greatness resides only
In the
mind born of limitation.
* * * *
Humility
is often just another variation of pride.
If you
were truly humble, it would not occur to you.
* * * *
God’s grace
is the realization
That
you are that which is godness.
* * * *
These
words from a fly on the wall
Who
flew and flew until he saw it all.
* * * *
Without
the knowledge that you ultimately know nothing,
Your
quest for knowledge is meaningless.
* * * *
You are
the beginning and the end
Of all
that is now.
* * * *
Freedom
is not a state of mind.
It is
the quality of beingness free of self.
* * * *
What
are we really in this tiny universe
But
self-aggrandizing microbes?
* * * *
Where
do all those opinions come from, anyway?
* * * *
Wealth,
power, prestige are important
To the
blind who believe they are.
The
rest just shake their heads
And
suffer the consequences.
* * * *
Bask in
the rebirth of eternal life,
The
awareness of awareness
Prior
to all personal contexts.
* * * *
Just
when you think you have it, it slips away,
Often
into whatever you thought it was not.
* * * *
So many
love words and the concepts they invoke.
The
seer loves that which they are not,
Can
never be, yet ever are.
* * * *
What is
any image but a projection
Based
on all the factors making up that point in time?
* * * *
In time
you are everything,
Yet
eternally you are not even
The
least of anything.
* * * *
The
effort of the personal self,
Of the
form bound in limitation,
Is the
suffering of consciousness.
* * * *
These
words shine upon the path home.
* * * *
How
else could you be here
But as
the eyes of godness?
* * * *
Prophet,
seer, mystic, buddha, christ, fool.
All the
same indivisible oneness.
* * * *
Could desire,
anger, fear or any other passion
Exist
but for the movement of consciousness,
Cast in
the silent still relativity of awareness?
* * * *
No
mask, no costume, no form
Is not
the same awareness as you.
* * * *
Be
royal among your brethren.
* * * *
Become
that from which love springs.
* * * *
The
cynical pessimist, once a passionate idealist,
Is
easily worn away by this three-dimensional theater.
* * * *
Cast
you Self adrift within.
* * * *
Try not
to waste too much time
Imagining
what others think of you
Since
it is nothing but what you
Have
chosen to believe anyway.
* * * *
Ultimately
you become what you imagine.
* * * *
Eternal
life is not the home
Of
time’s infinite array of passions.
* * * *
Desire
is the greatest enslaver.
* * * *
At first
you may fear the silence of a free mind.
* * * *
Even
the greatest warrior knows the pang of fear
Shadowing
the essential nature’s futile desire
To play
its immortality out in this time-bound theater.
* * * *
How can
any clay figurine discern the clayness
But
through its own clayness?
* * * *
To live
for the other
Is the
false imprisonment
Of the
personal self.
* * * *
Do not
be labeled by any action or deed.
* * * *
You may
see to the ends of the universe,
But you
must still live and someday die
In the
mix into which you were born.
* * * *
Does
the bulk of humanity seriously believe
The can
extinguish any life form
Without
ramification?
* * * *
Other
than differences created by geographic circumstance,
What
real difference is there between anyone or anything?
* * * *
You may
say many things regarding your personality,
But
that says nothing of the you you really are.
* * * *
The
freedom to see beyond yourself
Is not
easily discerned.
* * * *
These
are thoughts from one
Who has
come far to share them with you.
* * * *
If you
truly have the faith of knowing
You
will not need to pray.
* * * *
If you
believe the jumble of thoughts
Flying
ceaselessly back and forth in your mind,
You
will never be reborn into your birthright.
* * * *
Even if
you were as expansive as what you call god,
You
would still be the same awareness you are now.
* * * *
Most
only believe what their context inspires.
Few
explore until all limits cease.
* * * *
Eternal
life is yours for the seeing.
* * * *
You are
all that is known.
* * * *
Consciousness
values many things in many ways,
But
that which is prior is without any value.
* * * *
It has
become an unparalleled issue of survival.
Humanity
can no longer afford unhaltered competition.
Always
so ironic how success inevitably leads to destruction.
* * * *
There
are as many points of view
As
there are points involved.
* * * *
How
quickly the moralists judge others
According
to their vain laws.
* * * *
The
answer is
There
never really was a question to ask.
* * * *
The
thought of freedom
Is not
the freedom unknown.
* * * *
Drift
as you will amid the solitary wave of you mind.
* * * *
Is any
sojourn without imagined glory?
* * * *
How can
you lack compassion
For
those who suffer the cruelty
Of
their own imagination?
* * * *
You
will be manifest for as long as you are,
Not a
moment more, not a moment less.
* * * *
Consciousness
is consciousness,
No
matter the form cast.
* * * *
Look at
the spectrum of joy and travail
You
have already passed through in you dream.
How
many dreams have been experienced
In the
same incomprehensible way.
* * * *
Some
would say each of us is cast
Upon
this world through one design or another.
What
proof can any over but speculation
Founded
only upon imagination?
Even “I
am” is a speculation.
* * * *
There
can only be so much creation
Before
the changing wand of destruction
Wave is
indiscriminate shadow.
* * * *
Your
life is not yours for long,
If it
ever was at all.
* * * *
Whether
you dream is happy or sad
Is a
choice left souly up to you.
* * * *
How can
anyone caught in time
Ever
comprehend the one who is not.
* * * *
They
killed him once
And
probably would again.
* * * *
Be true
to your Self.
* * * *
To
judge another by the traces of personality
Is the
whim of choice.
* * * *
So many
believe that by labeling themselves
They
have articulated an ultimate truth.
How
ironic that they cannot see
They
only snare themselves.
* * * *
Once
you know a mirage is a mirage,
You
cease giving it the same weight.
* * * *
In the
eternal aloneness resides the seed and flower
Of your
sovereignty, your joy and contentment.
It is
the end of the otherness which creates
The
suffering consciousness manifests.
* * * *
Creation
and destruction
Are
merely dualistic notions
Of the
mind born in time.
* * * *
Desire
is the longing born of loneliness
For
reunion with the sovereignty of aloneness.
* * * *
The
endless use of symbols, chants, edifices, stories, principles,
Dress,
prayers and anything else fabricated by thought
To grab
hold of this awareness are unnecessary
Once
you discern the only true sanctity
Is the
still harbor you are within.
* * * *
Humanity’s
greatest impoverishment
Is not
discerning as a corporate body
Where
its eternal wealth truly resides.
* * * *
Life is
torturous enough without the further malice
Born of
greed, anger and violent pleasure.
* * * *
Before
language, psychological sovereignty
Was an
integral part of daily living.
It was
the grace of Eden
Prior
to the fruition of knowledge.
* * * *
How
interesting so many think another
Controls
the sovereign key to eternal life.
What
middleman can have say in your mind
But
through your own conditioned imagination?
* * * *
Call it
God, love, Tao, Buddha, Ja,
Brahman,
isness, and on and on and on,
It is
and has ever been the same essential state
All
diversity is eternally linked to through and through.
* * * *
How
many live now in the past or future?
Rarely
do the many fathom the bliss of eternity
As its
silence unfolds right beneath the nose of time.
* * * *
That
consciousness seeks to destroy itself
Is not
really a problem.
* * * *
So many
mistakenly believe
The
mind can solve the problems
It is
entirely responsible in creating.
* * * *
What is
there to love but your Self,
Whatever
the form it takes.
* * * *
Where
it begins is where it ends.
* * * *
Most
bodies really become quite frightening, quite quickly.
Without
clothing, jewelry, makeup and other aides
Our
kind would undoubtedly be far less enticed
By the
endless sexual fantasies born of imagination.
* * * *
You are
the weaving of conscious desire for consciousness,
An
habituated thread of awareness traveling alone in time.
* * * *
All
claims to prominence, to notoriety, are imagined,
The
same clay pretending to be more or less important,
When in reality all is indivisibly equal, no
matter the illusion.
* * * *
So many
differences
For one
mind to align.
* * * *
If the
inanity of delusion
Draws
you more than the intelligence of moderation,
So be
it.
* * * *
And
what labels
Will
the ivory tower scholars
Give
this testament?
* * * *
A
mystical crossing
Well-crossed
many times
In many
geographies.
* * * *
Ravens
like shiny things, too.
* * * *
Who are
you?
Any
answer but “That I Am”
Is
naught but delusion born of self absorption.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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