LXXII
Free
will is just another mutation,
Another
change, another metamorphosis,
This
ceaselessly evolving garden has spawned.
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Where
is the division between inner and outer?
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A
perfect moment is a mind attuned to reality.
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The intellectual
spheres of all heaven and hells
Are
only contrived distractions and speculations,
Imagination
getting carried away from its origin.
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Only
wheels need roads.
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Addiction
is a state of mind
Bound
so tightly to its pattern
That
other options cease.
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You
only waste your life
When
you think it can be saved,
When
you think you should be doing
Something
else somewhere else.
* * * *
She
told me I get angel point...
For a
heaven I neither need nor seek.
What a
world, what a dream.
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Go into
the world, or evade it.
All the
same, all the same.
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What
does one do to an overgrown garden?
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The
rip-tide from which there is no escape
Eventually
catches all.
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People
conceive a god to excuse them
From their
ceaseless vain notions,
God
being only one of them.
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Home
are you.
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Whether
long or short,
Life is
fleetingly momentary.
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We are
diversity.
We are
godness.
We are
one.
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How few
sets of people are truly cohesive.
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They
tell you to care,
But
destroy nonetheless.
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How
worthless to suggest solutions
To
those who don’t really want
To
solve the problem.
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Violence
is a part of our nature.
How we
choose to compete or cooperate
Is the
balance which engineers an inevitable destiny.
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When
you ponder existence,
Do you
only think of yourself?
Or do
you consider everything?
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Be
careful what you search for.
You may
find it.
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Trust
your instincts. Trust your intuition.
Each
plays the intertwining of time.
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All
your profitless hierarchies,
No
matter the agenda,
Mean
nothing.
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With
one foot in time,
The
other melting into eternity,
This
mind casts its net upon the dream.
* * * *
Are you
really certain
Jesus
intended you to be a Christian,
Siddhartha
a Buddhist, Lao Tzu a Taoist, or Abraham a Jew?
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What
need have you for the limelight
Of
another’s power, glory or fortune?
What is
this lure to another’s attention?
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Corporations
and nations are groups
Organized
to specific and general ends.
They
are a synergy of a collective mindset.
Their
actions are neither totally good nor bad.
How
long they last, how well they do, their impact
On this
theater is the weaving of glory and revulsion
To
which we all contribute however inclination manifests.
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If you
are interested in whether there is life after death,
Suicide
can be viewed as a rather final experiment.
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What
cultural collusion in world has have been sane?
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How
many are sold upon themselves for so little reason?
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Pride
got us here, but its future is bleak.
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The
world cannot by its very nature
Ever
truly appreciate a mystic.
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You are
alone in a lonely world.
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Ignorance
is profound.
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There
is no failure if you’ve given it your best shot.
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In the
beginning you could not
Have
asked to have been born.
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Do you
comprehend the mystery
Of the
sound of your own voice?
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You are
just a small twinkle
Of the
great relativity.
* * * *
Ah, men
and women,
So much
desire for union,
Yet so
little in common.
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Are
happiness, joy, love as fleeting
As
every other human delusion.
* * * *
Little
men so often carry their stature
To such
great heights within.
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To
close the door on intuition
Is to
contend the veil real.
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There
is plenty of pain ahead
Without
adding more voluntarily.
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If
there is no other,
What
other side might there be?
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What is
the mortal body
But a
thing worn and tossed off
Like a
set of clothing?
* * * *
If the
good die young,
Why are
you getting so old?
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We
attach so much
Vain
meaning and purpose
To the
individual persona.
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It all
falls off.
* * * *
Letting
the past go is simple.
Just allow
all those memories to dissolve
Into the
stillness of the nothingness that is source to all.
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What do
you want?
So many
always seem to ask.
What a
wearing question.
Why
want anything?
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You
tell me to get a life,
And I
respond, “When you find one, let me know.”
* * * *
The
other one seeks no other.
* * * *
The
challenge is not letting imagination
Get the
better of you.
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Breathe
to let go, breathe to die.
* * * *
Gluttony
spawns its own retribution.
* * * *
The
most extreme ignorance
Is
knowledge without wisdom.
* * * *
Confusing
thunder with lightening
Is a
common tendency in organized religions.
The
cloak of sound disguises its origin in the literal mind.
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If you
try too hard to be the expert,
You
miss what it means to be the student.
Knowledge
is ignorance, ignorance is knowledge.
Another
paradox born of mind.
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The
womb is a woman’s violence.
* * * *
Leave a
specialist to much it up every time.
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If you
cannot be your best friend and lover,
How can
any other?
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Context
creates the witness,
And the
witness the context.
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Life? Life!?
Who’s
got time for a life?
* * * *
If you
seek rewards in the next life,
Then
perhaps behave in this one.
If not,
well, enjoy your hellish time.
* * * *
Appreciate
yourself.
What
mattering the mirroring of any other?
The
real you requires no sanction.
* * * *
Objectivity
is ever an enticing pretense.
* * * *
“Do you
believe in god?” so many query.
Why
should you believe in anything?
Why
fear for your soul once you clearly see
That
you are and have always been That I Am?
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The
human drama is the manipulation of energy.
* * * *
You
only pretend to be mortal,
Thus
your constant dissatisfaction
And
sense of incompletion.
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Conformity
to the swarm’s mindlessness
Only
multiplies the confusion within.
Let no
earthly quorum bind you.
* * * *
The
less you want the more you have.
* * * *
Leave
it to imagination to create this fine mess.
* * * *
Pretty
arduous to write about someplace
You’ve
never been or something
You’ve
never even done.
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Emotion
is overrated.
* * * *
These
words are part of the lie, too.
* * * *
Whiners,
whiners, everywhere.
Their
pathetic cry ever
“I want
more.”
Alas,
alas for them
The
good news is there is no more.
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How
consistently inconsistent we are.
* * * *
A
little knowledge make for good propaganda.
* * * *
All
attempts to grasp it are equally futile.
* * * *
Who has
not battled demons within and without?
Cast
them in your life from your mind.
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The source
of life is more
Than
any measurement can explain.
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Who
does not at any given age
Feel as
they did from the earliest memory?
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There
is no god.
There
is nothing but god.
* * * *
Where
next puppetmaster?
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As
godness is witness, your motivations unfurl.
* * * *
The
universe is the truest flag.
* * * *
Better
to avoid the use of the word love
Except
in the most unconditional meaning.
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You
believe in whatever makes you feel comfortable.
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Sometimes
you just don’t feel like bothering with time.
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Being a
human being is about as far from godness as you can get.
Like a
rubber band and pulled so tight it has no where to go but home.
* * * *
The
ultimate karmic lesson
Is that
there is no lesson.
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Your
are a context in history’s weaving.
We are
all the pawns of time.
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Bliss
has nowhere to go.
* * * *
All
scholarly discussions are really just filler.
* * * *
See
beyond the superficialities.
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The
challenge is flowing in the moment,
And not
getting transfixed and stumbling by
Whatever
passes in those following.
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Are
time and space any more than concepts
You
pass through as a ghost would a wall?
* * * *
One’s
draw in the genetic lottery can be a hard pill to swallow.
* * * *
Is
there anything you want so badly from life
That
you would not welcome death?
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It is
amusing how many non-mainstream types
Are
embraced as saints, mystics and prophets.
* * * *
We each
taint love with our personal prejudices.
* * * *
The
mind comes together far better with a good breath
Than it
ever will with the patchwork of fragmented thinking.
* * * *
Neither
sage nor the fool has need of history.
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It is
not the form that is immortal.
* * * *
Why
imitate machines or computer?
Why
allow a clock to dictate your rhythm?
Technology
is your tool, not your master.
* * * *
Though
there is only one source,
It is
absolutely impossible for anyone,
Snowflakes
of consciousness that we are,
To ever
view it exactly the same.
* * * *
For
duality’s veil to thaw, it must attain
The
most inflexible polarizations
Imagination
can design.
* * * *
No form
endures the weight of success for long.
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Are you
capable of anything more than conditional love?
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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