CCLXXXVII
The first seer, whoever it was, whenever it was, wherever it was, awakened unaided.
His translation of the universe, his translation of the mystery, fostered realization.
Your universe, your mystery, your translation, is very much the same process.
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Ambition and greed have scarred this garden world
Well beyond the time humankind will wander its face.
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It matters much less where you start, than where you finish.
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What is obvious to one, rarely seems to be to another.
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There is no heaven or hell until you create it.
All duality, all separation, all notion, is imagined.
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Memories line the corridors of the neuron trails.
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Once and awhile, you manage to do a little bit of everything.
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Dreamtime, streamtime.
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Yoga is about union within, not about the achievement of this posture or that pose.
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If you are going to enable someone, at least do it to their fullest potential.
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It is so obvious, yet we are so deluded
That it never even occurs to all but a few
Who must often suffer greatly to divulge it.
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Does the bird lay its eggs before it builds its nest?
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Within all there is a quality of mind waiting to be discovered.
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It might be called free will if it were not so predictable.
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There is ultimately really only one thing to know.
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Curious how masks and costumes seem to so well match the personality.
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Wrestling with your Self again, eh?
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No one has all the answers.
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The sweet spot is now, eternal life, forever.
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Mind gorp.
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Time is like that.
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In one form or another, in one fashion or another,
They in you, you in them, you are all and none.
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We all play the same now
That point of suffering is a fulcrum
Into the indivisibility of the eternal moment.
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Every point and particle of all manifest existence is within you.
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When it is all as nothing, you will be you.
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Nothing offered, nothing gained.
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Physician, heal thy Self; become the indivisibility you truly are.
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We have obviously proven ourselves more than adept at tool-making.
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You are not required to believe anything but through your attachment to the dream.
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The prescription is awareness now.
There truly is no other.
Discern the immensity of the aloneness,
And you will ascertain the indivisible reality of your eternal totality.
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Absorbing as it may be, entertaining as it may be,
None of this dreamtime has ever ultimately existed
As anything more than a kaleidoscoping light show.
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What you is there really, in the ultimate sense, to declare anything mine or not mine?
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You are under no obligation to saddle your Self with any label ever again.
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Too effortless for thought to bear the stillness.
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An infinity of births and deaths in every moment.
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The dream plays out in the matrix of infinity.
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Identity is the smoke of consciousness.
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If loving is truly your inclination,
Then agape everything in the highest,
Greatest way your imagination can imagine.
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Now … a different way of esisting.
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Silly words! Now is without any of them.
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Go directly to Now, do not pass Samsara.
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If you do discern your Self, you will do it in your own unique way.
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Always seek the underlying truth.
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It is most challenging
To be in the world, and not of it.
Samsara is, indeed, an intrepid adversary.
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There comes a point for all,
When they must face mortality’s end
In whatever manner all-things-illusion dictates.
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The awareness is the real You, the eternal witness from which the theater is cast.
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Why disrupt another’s dream beyond repair merely to gratify you own selfish ends?
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Delusion is strong is this one, Obi-Wan
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Every life form is sovereign within the sensory kingdom of its given nature-nurture.
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You cannot bring flowers to oblivion.
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What is done cannot be undone; what is undone cannot be re-done.
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Remold the mind into You.
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Such a dreamer you are.
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Drift with the river within.
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You are the stillness before time; let it be.
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What more does there ever need be than just enough?
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Love thy Self, discern the equilibrium between mind and heart.
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No need to continue being complicit in a game that no longer interests you.
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You know everything in your version of the dreaming.
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It has all been said and done by You: Creator-Preserver-Destroyer of all things.
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Why would you need to subscribe to any belief, follow any idol, comply with any dogma,
Once you clearly realize you are the indivisibility from which all dreamtimes emerge?
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Who is time, what is time, where is time, when Is time, why is time, how is time,
But a temporal, kaleidoscoping reverie sprung of the imagining mind?
And who-what-where-when-why-how can ever be its master?
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Ye are what ye are; deal with it.
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Stand alone.
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Every instant brilliantly anew.
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Do your really care, or is it just a political act, a pose?
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To wander through any arena across time
Is the prerogative of those who would discern
The absoluteness of the eternal without and within.
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No need to force what every moment effortlessly appears.
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You never know who you will meet on any given day-to-day,
And you never know what they will offer you, or you, them.
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Exercise the big mind as inclination and capacity allow.
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To witness with all your beingness
That moment where time and space meet the road,
Is mind-altering and transcendent.
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Self passes on that which Self needs not be.
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Every moment, another bit of wake.
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What is the true gourmet but the one who can appreciate the allness of reality.
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Die to all concerns.
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Insight trumps the inanity inspired by the unholy belief-faith-hope trinity, any day.
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English, the most universal language this world has thus far ever known.
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The indivisible must be individually perceived.
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Total Self love
In the most unfathomable way,
Is the sovereign freedom some call eternal bliss.
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Existence is at times far, far, far more bother than it is worth.
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The ever-chattering mind is worth ignoring
If you can muster undivided attention
To the lucidity of pure awareness.
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Whenever you try to return to something already left in the wake,
You often recall relatively quickly why you moved on in the first place.
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If you cannot see the truth of your Self, get out more, and clean your glasses.
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Betrayal from so many corners,
So many unexpected directions.
Neither a borrower nor lender be.
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The timeless You is neither reserved nor arrogant,
Weak nor strong, wrong nor right, bad nor good, soft nor hard,
Nor any other dualistic fabrication cast by imagination’s myriad differences.
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Why would you be tentative about enjoying
The pure awareness of your Self?
You do deserve it, you know.
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The refraction of every kaleidoscoping now is its own moment in the dreamtime matrix.
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Think below the waterline, above the clouds.
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All seeds are born and live and die, unborn all the while.
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Please, not another waltzing dog and pony show.
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Samsara can be enjoyable, until it is not.
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So terribly, wonderfully alone, you are.
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It may seem egomaniacal to assert I Am That I Am,
But is it not, in the ultimate sense, far more so to deny it.
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Why feel remorse, why feel regret, why feel guilt, over anything
That contributed in the realization of this point of awareness?
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Nothing Honey, Watermelon Sugar, Frosted Flakes, Water Like Chocolate.
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Temet Nosce … Know thy Self.
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If you are truly awake, then even that which kills you
Is a clear and present thespian of the same indivisibility.
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How wearing to daily suffer so intensely, so unnecessarily.
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How can there be even a footprint along the path that never was?
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You must enjoy your suffering to so dread total freedom.
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No thought of future, no thought of past, what, pray tell, sort of mind is that?
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Spare the rod, spoil the child. spare the Xbox, spoil a consumer.
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In awareness, you bloom into Self.
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You are That I Am, and That I Am is You.
There is no other, never was, will never be.
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No harm in that.
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So much for that idea.
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None of it really means anything.
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Through fire, the blade gains immortality.
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You are not perfect in what you say or do, but in what you immutably are.
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You are not of the conscious design, merely witness to its play.
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What does it mean, eternity begins when you die?
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What is freedom to you, a concept, or a fact?
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Shields of bullshit.
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Think jacuzzi bubbles.
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Thoughts are merely habits, patterns, babbling away.
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Open eyes are so easily enticed into the endless delusions of illusion.
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What pride need there be when you are the source of all things great and small?
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Live and learn, die anyway.
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Knowledge has its limits, that which is prior, none.
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Never say forever.
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Are your eyes that closed?
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You know all … in your dream.
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Amazing that anyone would take anything for granted.
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Every life dies, but the essence that is never born, can never die.
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The unbounded is discerned through limitation awakened.
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How inflated the mind mesmerized by the senses.
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Who is there to please, really, but your Self?
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If you want nothing, what is there to fear?
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You are innocent of all charges.
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Hear ye! Hear ye! Much ado about nothing done yet again this fine today.
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Look out those eyes, forget everything, and witness the mystery dreaming unknown.
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This too shall pass, as all things do, in the streaming dreaming of consciousness.
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The Return to Wonder
Field Notes from the Unknown
© Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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