XLIII
As long
as you doubt your Self,
You
will return to your imagined world.
* * * *
Maya
blinds and deafens the senses
Without
compunction, shame or guilt.
* * * *
The
universe is our audience and we its.
* * * *
All are
their own law,
But to
act in consideration
Is
mastery of this manifest plane.
* * * *
You
play the part
You
have made yourself
Available
to play.
* * * *
To
those seeing this,
There
is a difference,
Yet
there is no difference.
* * * *
Godness
is the play of light and shadow
And the
knower knows both avenues well.
Neither
light nor dark sways the knower of Self.
* * * *
The
true student of life crosses every boundary
To
discern the truth that all is of the oneness.
* * * *
Those
who are ready will find the mirrors they need.
* * * *
The
merger of otherness into oneness
Is as
undeniable as a bolt of lightning.
* * * *
Only
when they are completely done
With
the world and all other manifest forms
Do the rare
few merge into the absolute nature.
* * * *
Share,
without persuasion or force,
The awareness
this ultimate knowing manifests.
It is
the good news only the discerning have ears to hear.
* * * *
Piss,
shit, cunt, fuck, and other such words
Bring
out a particular response or reaction
Based
upon the conceptual context within.
* * * *
Ponder
that you are the field
And the
knowing of the field.
* * * *
The
play of words,
So
simple, yet so profound.
* * * *
The
question whether or not humanity
As a
species can transcend its political nature
Remains
to be seen in a future we will never know.
* * * *
For you
to be reading this,
One
wonders if you really have a choice.
For
your interest in realization is leading more and more
Toward
that surrender where all choice ends.
* * * *
This is
the time of humanity,
The
briefest spontaneous opportunity
To play
out manifest theater
In
whatever way we will.
What
wisdom will be gleaned
Is at
yet unknown at this reckoning.
History
is generally written after the fact.
* * * *
How
sorry I am that it all turned out this way.
The
suffering transcends every boundary imaginable.
How
unnecessary all of it seems, yet how difficult it is to let go.
* * * *
Look
beyond birth and death
And see
you never were and never will.
* * * *
If you
are blessed you will have the capacity
To
discern the ocean of the eternal infinity within,
That
all otherness is imagined by the mind and senses,
The
maya born of desire to experience separation,
Made
possible only through the patterning
Woven
of the magic dust of godness.
* * * *
You
really never left the womb.
* * * *
What
part of a breath can you hold onto?
* * * *
What
have you ever feared but an unruly imagination?
* * * *
What
interests you now may not forever.
* * * *
What is
the world
But
clay and water
Sloshing
back and forth?
* * * *
Pierce
the veil of individuality.
* * * *
You
really have no one else to blame
For the
state of consciousness you are in.
* * * *
You
enjoy the drama too much to let go of it.
* * * *
Megalomania
is the path to glory ridden hard.
* * * *
Conquest
has had its day in every geography
At one
time or another in whatever fashion
Motivation,
resources and technology combined.
The
aggressive rise and fall of any group is nothing new.
* * * *
Only
the maya of your own mind burdens you
With
believing the masks have any reality.
* * * *
You
keep trying to make sense of it,
But it
never will be more than speculation.
* * * *
Concepts
take you out of your origin,
Creating
an intellectual screen,
A veil
few peer beyond.
* * * *
Working
so hard to remember that so easily forgotten.
* * * *
You are
the witness, the portal, the awareness,
Consciously
witnessing a personal existence
Within the
stillness of the impersonal infinity.
* * * *
From
the vast emptiness of the atom
Beyond
the farthest reaches of the universe,
You are
.
* * * *
What is
there, really, to hope for?
* * * *
Humble
yourself to your true greatness.
* * * *
A true
scientist does not pretend
Separation
between subject and object
Is even
the most remote possibility.
* * * *
Instead
of asking if everyone else is capable
Of
changing the world, find out if you are.
* * * *
Everything
you take personally
Is the
illusive eternal play of time and space,
Merely
temporal reflections of your true impersonal reality.
* * * *
The
many who see the way is truly one
Find
many avenues to share the good news.
* * * *
Individualized
consciousness
Lacking
indivisibility
Is the
suffering.
* * * *
The
names have changed
But the
plot is still the same.
* * * *
To say
“follow me” in this inquiry
Does
not mean in a physical sense.
* * * *
If you
have played as well as you can,
Then
you can never lose.
* * * *
Before
god you are equal.
* * * *
Shallow
inattentive breathing
May be
your greatest demon.
* * * *
The future
of human consciousness
Is
bound to the unfolding histories
In
which each now finds its Self.
* * * *
Desire
is limited by your fear or disdain.
* * * *
Owning
your sovereignty free and clear
Requires
unimaginable courage.
* * * *
The
bliss of stillness
Is too
much for those attached
To the
hell-bound pain of so many thoughts.
* * * *
There
is no right or wrong way,
Simply
a way which does not exist.
* * * *
Dogma
distorts truth’s reflection
To its
own twisting ends.
* * * *
Sorrow
is seeing
You
cannot hold onto anything.
Serenity
is not trying.
* * * *
Stay
with the tide of each breath
And the
in-the-moment awareness
Is,
simply put, the kiss of the eternal.
* * * *
If you
do not have time for a breath
You
have too much time.
* * * *
Language
is the root of all duality.
Without
its subject-object nature,
Eden
would not have been lost.
* * * *
Problems
are rarely the problem
As we
imagine them to be.
* * * *
Oxygen
deprivation may be a leading cause of bad karma
* * * *
You are
a synapse of the universal mind.
* * * *
Become
the lightning of the thunder perfect mind.
* * * *
The
eternalness of hell in consciousness
Is the
mind’s delusion of continuity.
All
problems will cease to exist
When
the clinging stops.
* * * *
To not
value the diversity seals the fate of all.
* * * *
Use the
breath to wash away time.
* * * *
Where
is the river? Where is the sea?
Wherever
you are, whenever you are.
* * * *
Humanity
is becoming the victim
Of its
self-absorbed adaptation.
* * * *
Who is
this “I” who wants so much?
* * * *
There
is more bliss in a full breath
Than
there ever can be in a concept.
* * * *
How
often the introspective mind
Must
face the wrath of its own creation.
* * * *
So many
concepts so many bandy about
As if
they have any comprehension
What
most of them truly imply.
* * * *
What a
maskless wonder you really are.
* * * *
You
hold onto so much
Which
has no real value whatsoever.
* * * *
You
will find you have journeyed in hell
More
times than you ever imagined possible.
* * * *
A true
leader is a true human being.
A true
human being sees there is no other
And
thus treats others as he would be treated:
With
consideration, fairness and equality.
* * * *
Find
the courage to take a full breath.
Discern
the dragon nature at its depths.
* * * *
Negation
is not another form of becoming.
It
requires no effort.
* * * *
You
really only imagine you want anything.
* * * *
Why
bring a child into this world
If you
cannot or do not intend
To
offer them a life worth living?
* * * *
You
exist because of me
And I
because of you.
* * * *
Again
and again and again,
You
paint yourself into rainbows
With a
vivid imagination.
* * * *
Is your
god merely a concept
Or is
it an undeniable reality within?
* * * *
Be
watchful of the enticing arrogance
This
knowing can bring about.
* * * *
Creation,
process and destruction
Exist
only in the illusory weavings of your mind.
* * * *
Full
you are yourself
Empty
you are your Self.
* * * *
Love is
not something
Which
can be taught.
* * * *
Take
back your mind
From
those who took away
Your
child nature, your birthright.
* * * *
Make a
friend of the devil in you.
It is
more harmless than you know.
* * * *
You
fell from grace,
But can
climb back into it
At any
point in time.
* * * *
Most
human beings
Are simply
not as intelligent
As many
would like to believe.
It is
the nature of the beast.
* * * *
Traditions,
rituals and symbols
Are
products of mind’s vain attempt
To
attain a security it never can.
Someone
creates something
And the
following moments
Are trapped
in imitation.
* * * *
When
you think you want something,
Who is
asking?
* * * *
I
have nothing to offer you.
* * * *
One
thing in any devil’s favor
Is that
it usually knows how hell works.
It is a
bit tougher on those trying to figure out
How to
get their wings working.
* * * *
All
your anger and fear, your many pains,
Are
chemistry seething and swirling
Within
your ever-changing form,
And the
mind’s attachment
To
their imagined play.
* * * *
So
much potential wasted
On
so much avarice and hate.
*
* * *
Play
out your part as it is offered.
Resistance
only intensifies the suffering.
* * * *
I am
That I am.
You are
That I am.
Everything
is That I Am.
* * * *
Godness
is merger into the infinite.
Maya
the impressing of a limiting mold.
See it
or not, you and all others
Are of
that greater infinity.
* * * *
It
is all your creation.
You are the source, the
genesis,
Of your sensory interpretation
of the universe.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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