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Not an
easy thing to wander through the world
Unfragmented
by the confusion of ignorance.
* * * *
What
media-worthy disaster, plague, war,
Tidbit
of information, useless piece of gossip,
Or
comedy of errors will titillate us today?
* * * *
So much
attachment blinds you.
* * * *
Looking
ahead I see nirvana.
Looking
back I offer the dream everything
Which
comes to this active mind.
Use it
as you will.
* * * *
Cultivate
absolute disinterest
In
whether you live or die.
* * * *
Here we
go again.
* * * *
Disinterest
is the key to unlimited awareness.
* * * *
Allowing
the mind to come to rest
Of its
own accord is the trick.
* * * *
How
strange memories are.
Remnants
of perceptions of time
Given
the imaginary weight of reality,
A
patchwork both real and unreal
Casting
its cloudy shadows
Into
every moment’s
Eternal
passing.
* * * *
True
intelligence hath no bounds.
* * * *
Who was
ever born?
* * * *
Your
need not agree
With
everything scrawled here.
It a
jumbled bag of confusion and clarity,
A work in
progress, always snagged
By the
limitations of the world
In
which it has played.
* * * *
A sense
of anonymity
Brings
such freedom.
* * * *
Just
don’t don’t blame or whine to god
When
that sewer you’ve created
Starts
to really overflow.
* * * *
What to
do when you can no longer feel the need
To
discern or bother about difference anymore?
* * * *
Those
of little stature
Are
those who lack it within.
* * * *
What a
collection of losers.
* * * *
Those
who can’t handle a shovel
When
the dikes are leaking
Are
pretty useless.
* * * *
Do you
stick around because
Of
amusement, curiosity, obligation, fear
Or some
other sweet enticement this garden offers?
* * * *
Life is
a short term loan.
* * * *
The
whole thing is past caring.
* * * *
What’s
done is done.
* * * *
A
curious fate.
* * * *
Who
would want to walk on water?
* * * *
Regret? Hope?
Why bother?
* * * *
Nature
is absolute.
* * * *
The
spring won’t stop
Till
the mountain no longer sustains it.
* * * *
Born in
the land of the muddy river.
* * * *
So
you’ve woken up, now what?
* * * *
Excess
in every direction.
Where’s
the balance.
* * * *
Maybe
you’ve already figured it out.
Maybe
you don’t have to strive anymore
To be
something you’ve always been.
* * * *
No
bureaucrat should be allowed
To
issue any rule or procedure
Unless
its been trial-tested
Through
personal experience.
* * * *
Get
your own act together
Before
you try to change another’s
* * * *
People
coming from a harsher world
Are
generally much more willing and able
To world
much harder for much less
Than
the well-fed natives.
* * * *
Avoid
babbling.
* * * *
Why
would anyone want to be around
A bunch
of ass-kissing sycophants?
* * * *
Contrary
minds breed contrary results.
* * * *
God-damned
clocks.
* * * *
The twists
and turns of attachment are ceaseless.
* * * *
Fool’s
hell.
* * * *
Since
when has freedom
Ever
had a name?
* * * *
Ah, the
gullibility of people
Who
believe anything written is true.
* * * *
Die
well.
* * * *
In
greatness there is smallness.
In
smallness there is greatness.
* * * *
Your
past creates the present.
Your
present creates your future.
Is
there free will?
* * * *
It can
get a lot worse.
* * * *
Reside
in the stars.
There
human travail assumes
A very
distant and meaningless space.
* * * *
Written
for all time to come.
* * * *
If you
chose to be here,
That
would mean you were god.
If you
didn’t, where is this greater other?
Prove
the pudding.
* * * *
The
hard wiring is only attachment
To the
consciousness of genetic design.
Any blueprint
can tell you as much.
* * * *
Why
start anything
You
don’t plan to see through?
* * * *
Can the
hub know itself?
* * * *
Cherish
your dreamtime as best ye may,
But let
go easily when the last breath’s done.
* * * *
Time is
illusion, but still
There
are clocks everywhere
With
which you must daily contend.
* * * *
How can
any knowledge be transmitted,
But
through whatever foundation
The
teacher knows?
* * * *
We are
so obviously destroying everything
We
might hope for the future.
* * * *
What a
fabulous process
Mutation
has taken one.
* * * *
Flesh
and blood.
That’s
all it is.
* * * *
Be sure
To
spend some of that retirement money
Before
you die, you insecure beast.
* * * *
You
enjoy the articulation
More
than you do reality.
* * * *
What kind
of life
Shuffling
paper through a cubicle.
* * * *
Those
who see are the flowers of Eden.
* * * *
What
put yourself through all this doubt?
* * * *
Eternity
washes away all memory.
* * * *
Does
one flower concern itself
With
any other?
* * * *
Sooner
or later you will leave them all behind.
You
cannot take anything or anyone with you.
* * * *
Who is
that behind all those words?
* * * *
You are
essence come to life.
* * * *
The
universe is as mortal as the mind.
* * * *
You
will do what you have the courage to do.
* * * *
They
will forget again and again and again.
* * * *
Anyone
is vulnerable to calculation.
* * * *
If
there is going to be any relationship between us,
It will
be as equals.
* * * *
Let the
wraiths and demons pass by.
They
are teachers in their own manner.
None
can be saved from their fate.
* * * *
Missiles
and bombs break your bones,
But
words will never hurt you.
Yeah,
right.
* * * *
Wealth
is relative.
* * * *
Always
measuring.
* * * *
How
much is someone you can depend on worth?
* * * *
Where
would you be without measurement?
* * * *
Embrace
the ladder,
Then
kick off into oblivion.
* * * *
How
sweet this world would be
If only
every need and want
Required
no price to pay.
* * * *
We grow
weary of our boredom.
* * * *
Intimidation
is not a great motivator.
* * * *
Last
night, another notebook completed.
What a
well this mind hath been dug.
* * * *
The
cave beckons.
* * * *
Life is
a vortex sucking you
Through
time’s display.
* * * *
Is
anybody out there listening?
* * * *
We find
so many ways to tempt fate.
* * * *
Still
looking for something, aren’t you?
* * * *
Your
are attached to a chemical-electrical process.
* * * *
Chances
are no one is looking for you,
Nor
will you be long-remembered.
* * * *
If you
think it’s just nice or supposed to be,
Life’s
reality may catch you unaware
In the
grip of non-compliance.
* * * *
If a
description is all you’ve got,
You’ve
got squat.
* * * *
Duality
is the prerequisite
For
there to be existence.
* * * *
The whole
fucking thing is about attachment.
* * * *
How can
someone who’s stupid enough to follow
Going
to be smart enough to pick someone worth following?
* * * *
What
exactly did you see?
* * * *
One
man’s beast is another’s angel.
* * * *
The
only one who needs
To feel
right about your existence is you.
No one
else matters when time takes its final accounting.
* * * *
Did you
write all this, or did it write through you?
* * * *
They’re
really all just like you.
They
just think they’re different.
* * * *
Like it
or not, you are one
With
your favorite demon.
* * * *
The
winds of fate harvest all.
* * * *
What a
mini-series the human drama.
* * * *
Just an
ordinary eccentric.
* * * *
Interesting
how so many people
Need to
be worshipped.
* * * *
In the
way of the seed,
Time
will do its own works.
* * * *
To
thine own voice be true.
* * * *
You say
you want truth,
But it
annihilates you.
* * * *
The
mind craves the security
Of its
conceptual pattern.
* * * *
Men of
war become great peacemakers.
* * * *
You
will be free when there is no longer choice.
* * * *
We
enjoy making it more complex than it is.
* * * *
What as
life like before sound became concept?
* * * *
Assholes
come in all colors, sizes and shapes.
* * * *
All parts are equal but for the smokescreens.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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