III
What is the Bible but a poorly organized history book, laced with smatterings of wisdom,
Certainly, no greater than any other so-called scripture scribed across this temporal orb.
V
These words are solely to dispel the delusion
That you truly exist as anything other than the entirety.
And how does one whole being treat any other?
Perhaps a little more compassionately
Than history has thus far noted.
* * * *
He may have died for you and me,
But it might have been better for history
If he had, instead, lived a little longer for himself.
What meaningless, hollow vanity, martyrdom.
* * * *
History is whatever each of us thinks it is, and much of it, absurd hogwash.
Time always boils down to be here now, and enjoy or endure it as best ye may.
VI
Anyone claiming to be the key, the middleman to the answer.
Is setting you up for one of the best scams history ever devised.
VII
What to do with history and its countless mythologies born of time and circumstance.
Every language, every tradition, every ceremony, every symbol, imaginable.
The freest spirits throw off the yoke of even being a human being.
VIII
What irony that those history anoints worthy of note
Were so often callous liars, cheats, thieves and murderers,
Who used the coin of their realms to acquire a redeeming image.
* * * *
Many a scientist has through microscope and telescope discovered
What seers across time and space intuited long before history's origin.
* * * *
Interesting how so many of our kind
So earnestly strive to be known, to be remembered.
Some sort of survival mechanism deep within the genomic structure,
That histories across time and space well know as the cause of many an absurdity.
XI
The competitive urge to survive, to thrive,
That enabled humanity's ascent across this garden orb
Now endangers it to the point of annihilation.
A history that will never be written.
XIV
In the current attempts to distinguish truth,
Knowledge, technology, history, in every arena
Offers serious spiritual inquiry a nearly endless field
In the way of metaphors, similes, analogies and parables.
XV
True religion is much more than regurgitating some historic dogmatic notion,
That is really no more real and true now than it was in the way-back-when.
XVI
In the realm of the inadvertent consequences of its historical emanation,
Humankind is not leaving itself much scope for viable engagement.
In current jargon, it is coined “painting yourself into a corner.”
XVII
Like the archer and the target, human consciousness
Has historically taken countless shots at discovering truth.
Their success ranges from bull’s eye to missing the mark entirely.
You alone must discern the aimlessness required.
XIX
Scholarly studies of the vain histories of this civilization or that
Seem to serve little purpose except to more efficiently expedite
Continuing degeneration of the diversity of life on this planet.
XX
History's subjugation of the eternal moment proves again and again
To be a virulent assault, an unending travesty, upon innocent minds.
XXI
We continuously delude ourselves believing that we learn anything from history,
Other than how to slay one another more efficiently in as many ways as possible.
XXII
As interesting as it may be,
History tends to twist and turn,
Even suffocate, any given present.
* * * *
If you accept time and space are not ultimately real,
Then history, whether personal or cultural,
Becomes less and less significant.
A sense of nowness, of timeless process,
Becomes much more weighted in your awareness.
XXIII
The argument that we would be nothing without history, Is so very, very true.
XXIV
Humanity is in the unyielding grip of an absurdity
Whose seeds were sewn in moments that no longer exist.
To be free, history and tradition must be given much less authority.
XXV
There are many concepts created by humanity
Which we mistakenly, historically, take as being from god.
Each must, with great discernment, dig into it without assumptions.
XXVI
History is replete with traditions
That have bound the unfolding present into many dilemmas
That succeeding generations must with great acumen unravel to function spontaneously.
XXVII
Living for tradition and ritual,
For what was said and done historically,
Is second-hand, repetitious, mundane and binding.
* * * *
Consciousness is consciousness.
All histories are ultimately fashioned
Of the same divine imaginary process.
XXVIII
Over and over again, history teaches lessons we are not adept enough to learn.
XXIX
All histories are stories that contain only the importance they are allotted.
* * * *
You can bet few have-nots have ever had much say
In how things work, or what is written in history books.
XXXII
The assertion you are important because of history,
Is ambitious mythology born of deluded imagination.
* * * *
Your aloneness is an unavoidable manifest fact,
One discernible in the human psyche
Through every point in history.
Its reconciliation is your eternal salvation.
XXXIII
To be concerned about history is the snare of time in mind.
XXXVIII
Inevitably, there will someday be one sole remaining human being.
The last of a genetic lineage, alone in consciousness.
Where then will all our vain history be?
XXXIX
History, herstory, their story, ourstory, all just stories, nonetheless.
XL
Those who seek historical immortality are paper ghosts.
Their glories rival only the empty space between the lines.
XLI
What can history say but that our vanity and greed got the better of us?
XLII
History is full of prophets, but what good is prophecy
If only a rare few can ever hear what is truly being said?
XLIII
This is the time, the era, the epoch, of humankind.
The briefest spontaneous opportunity
To play out manifest theater
In whatever way we will.
What wisdom will be gleaned
Is as yet unknowable at this reckoning,
History being generally scratched down after the fact.
The problem will likely be, of course, the dearth of writers and readers.
* * * *
The future of human consciousness
Is bound to the unfolding histories
In which each now finds its Self.
XLVI
How will the evolution of technology be viewed by the history it will reap?
XLVIII
The innocence of youth is quickly wiped away
By history’s smiting, gnashing, crushing inertia.
XLIX
There is no tally on how many prophets history has long since forgotten.
The most famous are given great weight, but in reality, all are quite equal.
* * * *
Unencumber your Self of all notions of history.
Discern your true home in the homeless nature.
* * * *
The eternal wonder of Eden is staled by time-bound continuities,
Vain histories out of sync with eternity’s dusty ethereal reality.
L
Mother Nature will not be pulling her punches,
And they will come in every way imaginable.
And we have no one to blame but ourselves,
And the paradigm of our competitive evolution.
There will be no escape, no direction but forward.
Every karmic seed of humanity’s history will blossom,
As they have been sewn since we lost sight of the garden.
LI
If you were to examine the human drama closely,
How much of modern history focuses upon measurement in one form or another?
As if any stand in the indivisible indelibility of eternity.
* * * *
Someday all these vain histories will be left to the cockroaches.
* * * *
The argument that you are nothing without history
Only coats your mind with a sugary delusion,
Disguising the very real and ignored fact
That you are as much nothing with it.
* * * *
The vain histories of humanity
Are the chatter of geographical collusions,
Each proud and mighty in their own enticing delusion.
LII
How meaningless to live for a historical footnote.
Like footprints in sand, waves crashing all about.
LIII
All you believe seen, touched, smelled, tasted, heard,
Are the illusory tricks of Maya to entice you away
From innocence into the original separation.
The fruit of knowledge is set before you,
And the rest, we chronicle history.
LIV
Time casts each of us into a history in which all spontaneously participate
According to the endless patterns dictated by the conditioning we call free will.
* * * *
How ironic that the ones who see
The interconnectedness of all manifestation
Have been ignored, derided, destroyed, or worshipped
Throughout history by the many who cannot.
LV
To some collusion might be applauded
As a group effort, to others a conspiracy.
From such views many histories are written.
* * * *
History’s patterns have forever repeated themselves
Because human consciousness is as it has been
Since long before the written word was first cast in stone.
And the likelihood that it will ever shift radically is a big fat no way.
LVI
How firmly bound any given group becomes within its collusion.
The rules of the game: how to dress, speak, eat; what to say, what not to say;
Who to talk to, who not to talk to … et cetera, et cetera, ad infinitum.
The scrolls of dogmatic vanity cram the pages of history.
* * * *
It would be a much more pleasant world
If we would treat each other a little more kindly,
If we would be a bit less insecure in this mortal theater.
But at this time’s scribing, as in the times of the first thoughts,
Humanity’s evolutionary tack has not been of that benign a nature.
We seem at this point ignorantly resigned to a difficult lesson,
From which only history will glean the trial and tribulation.
* * * *
You do not need all the details of human history
To extrapolate the gist of its probable direction.
LVII
What is history but a historian’s reverie?
LVIII
The cockroaches will dance upon our grandest tombs
With nary a thought of historical meaning or purpose.
* * * *
Look to the sins of humanity’s passing to discern your plight,
And the paradigm necessary to continue your seed line.
Learn the errors of history, or fade into the oblivion
Much sooner than time’s dream need allow.
* * * *
Current events are never truly current,
Merely effects of causes and causes of effects.
History creates the dream, and the freedom nowness allows
Is ignored by the masses so easily hypnotized
By time’s countless sideshows.
* * * *
There is no discussing any subject
With someone who cannot investigate
Their myriad assumptions dispassionately.
They cite historical texts, experts and collectives,
Shield themselves with fearful, convincing persuasion,
And self-righteously judge all those who would dare question
Until negation sifts every doubt imagination might pose.
* * * *
Too many people, too many technologies,
Governments, corporations, bureaucrats, tourists,
Religions, cities, prisons, deforested hills, cultivated valleys,
Chemicals, weapons, trash piles, tainted water, domesticated animals,
False differences, vain histories, mountains of false gold, self-absorbed dreams.
A species hell-bent on a sure road to perdition and extinction beyond.
LX
It is the scribe’s enjoyment of wordplay,
A penchant for solitude, and the play of history,
That has brought to this dream these many thoughts.
What mongrel does not want to leave its mark?
* * * *
The masses are so easily mesmerized by the delusions history feeds them.
LXI
Every game has an opening, every story an ending,
And the middle is all the fictions told by historians who survive,
Or come along later, and examine and speculate the shards remaining.
LXII
We are all sucked into the vortex of history’s future-past.
LXIII
When history is no longer written solely by the victorious,
Its many lessons can be witnessed in more a relative light.
* * * *
The currents of creation,
Of history and its unfolding future,
Is a grand immaculate, dynamic dreaming,
Playing out in an immeasurable garden of mystery,
Witnessed in countless ways by every conceivable life form,
In every now the mirage of space and time will allow.
* * * *
Hold fast to awareness; stay ahead of history.
LXIV
History is only as necessary as you choose to make it.
LXV
True historians would use their knowledge of time to sidestep its destructive patterns.
LXVI
Second-guessing history is a good way to prove you probably would not do much better.
LXVII
Who knows what history will make of you, if anything.
LXVIII
History has its ways of showing us there is no solution.
LXIX
Like any river, history can move from trickle to roar very quickly.
LXX
So many lessons of history fall upon so many deaf ears.
* * * *
Is any version of history more than rumor or conjecture?
* * * *
You cannot exist in a vacuum, so poof!
Creation, evolution, consciousness, history.
And here you are exploring the mystery of you.
LXXI
The upshot of history is the parable of the Titanic.
* * * *
Like it or not, all abide in one niche or another.
Choices are as wide or narrow as the given nature-nurture.
Though many may long, may aspire, for more, most are but bit players,
Never achieving a slot on any of history’s many timelines.
LXII
You are a context in history’s weaving; we are all the pawns of time.
* * * *
Neither sage nor the fool has need of history.
LXXIII
You can only conceive the wagon track behind.
The road ahead is history’s time-bound projection,
Inevitable only to those who dare not change direction.
* * * *
Those who cannot care for themselves, protect themselves,
Who are dependent upon others for food and security,
Eventually fade from the river of known history.
* * * *
Move beyond all the conditioning, all the habituation, all the taming,
Of the many indoctrinations, the many propagandas, inspired by imagination.
Any given history is but a collusion of patterned minds bound in time.
LXXV
History is full of extinct peoples whose fate played out.
LXXVI
The play of time, of cause and effect, creates a history all but concluded.
* * * *
History is a collage of fiction.
* * * *
Examine any event through all eyes present, and there will be as many views of its history.
LXXVII
History has done many things with its mystical writings and writers.
It would be interesting to see how the spin-doctors twist this collage.
* * * *
Faster! Faster! History is catching up with us.
LXXXI
Who writes history? The victors, the scholars, the survivors.
* * * *
How hard do you work to fit into some perception of history?
LXXXII
History requires a witness.
* * * *
What was transcribed poorly?
What was not recorded?
What was mislaid?
What was forgotten?
What was edited out?
What was added later?
What is history, anyway?
LXXXIII
Imagine history through the eyes of every witness imaginable.
LXXXIV
Last man standing stands alone; historical curiosity, how he gets there.
* * * *
Burst through the imaginary bubble of history.
* * * *
You looking to be a piece of history?
* * * *
History must be understood through its context, not the historian’s.
LXXXV
All history is relative to the eye of the beholder.
* * * *
The bother with there being so much history,
So much arbitrary knowledge, tradition, and ritual
Is all the splintering born of comparison and repetition.
What is new to you is nothing to the sun.
LXXXVI
The Christian claim that Jesus died that you might live, is true,
Only in that history has played out in such a way,
That your parents met, merged seeds,
And here, voila, you are.
* * * *
Without every point of the history of all creation ever manifested,
Including every ecstasy, every agony, you would not be here now.
LXXXVII
In history’s annals, assuming the species survives it,
This period will be painted as a dark and reckless time.
* * * *
History has always been written and read by those who seek to know
Who-what-where-when-why-how the world is the way it is,
Those beguiled by the play of their imagination.
XC
Never trust any historian to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
* * * *
History, long as it seems, is really quite transitory.
XCI
How attached so many to their suffering, to all their imagined histories.
XCIII
The whole of human history is but an imaginary tale.
XCIV
Where do you stand in the historical context?
XCVI
All history is but illusion.
* * * *
Do you shape history? It you? Both? Or neither?
XCVII
How many attributes does history spin in its imaginary vortex?
* * * *
History is played out in the moment.
* * * *
What an assumption history is.
XCVIII
History shows again and again that anything can be forgotten.
C
To associate these thoughts
With any particular era of history
Might well miss their pointless nature.
CII
Fascinating how so many utterly savage conquerors
Get such good reviews when histories are written
By those who their passing favorably inclines.
* * * *
History is always just a few neurons from dissolution.
CIII
History is full of rocky roads and paved mountains.
CIV
History paints so many colors, gray, and grays, colors.
CVI
A place in history offers great delusion.
CVII
History will soon forget you.
* * * *
Pawns are blessed to be of little importance.
Kings, queens, and their myriad minions,
Are deluded by the echoes of history.
CVIII
The mind in time is both creator and eraser of history.
CIX
History cannot always be on the up and up; it is a statistical wavelength thing.
CX
How far will humanity’s manipulations of stardust go?
All is conjecture at this time’s writing, but history’s future will no doubt remember,
Until comes the reckoning of all time’s forgetting.
CXI
In reality, history has never been more than a short-term proposition.
CXII
In memory all things twist and turn and turn and twist.
Time’s passing sees histories change in so many ways
Whose version of any event can ever be known fully?
* * * *
Beneath the timeline of those remembered in human history,
Are buried the anonymous masses who made everything possible.
CXIII
Whoever invented time was the first historian.
CXIV
Is history any more than personal vanity on a larger scale?
* * * *
To take human history, and project it into the future, is not a pretty sight.
* * * *
When you were a child, you did not give diddly-squat
What anyone thought, and history was not near the burden it is now.
How naturally sovereign you were, until the conditioning began to restrain its beingness.
CXV
If the history of the universe is in any way an accurate indication,
The human experiment in free will appears doomed to a quick exit.
CXVI
History has few students able to comprehend the infinite nature of its illusory context.
* * * *
How many times in its brief history has the church we call science
Proven itself to be just as dogmatic and narrow-minded
As what Galileo faced in the church of his day?
Why is it so difficult for so many scientists
To understand their theories are merely
Works in progress, not security blankets.
That we are never ever really going to be sure
Of very many things in this incredible mystery theater,
And that science has ever only been tinkering with limited data.
CXVII
By the time however many read these many thoughts down the pike,
The scribe will at best be just another equivocal name lost in history’s foggy duration.
Why he did not just shut up and stop scribing, was as curious to him,
As it may well be to myriad across-the-board others.
CXIX
Cycles within cycles within cycles
Ebb and flow, rise and fall, crest and dip,
And you, witness to their histories
And projected futures.
* * * *
Expand your conception of history until it includes,
And transcends, the before and after of all creation.
CXX
How can the mind of an infant be anything but ever-present?
When its future-past has many moons hence to be imagined.
* * * *
A world nearly filled to capacity with meaningless bean counting.
How much data does history need to see the disaster looming ahead?
* * * *
Easter Island is proof enough
That history has no dearth of anecdotes
About how foolish human beings have always been.
* * * *
So many people so oblivious, so ignorant, so foolish, about history.
CXXVI
This time, too, will be looked back on
As being full of ignorance and superstition.
History has the pedantic luxury of 20/20 hindsight.
Rarely, however, are such insights seen acutely enough
To augment and clarify the confusion of the unfolding present.
Humanity learns so little from history that it would as well be ignored.
* * * *
Are we in the new dark ages yet? By what idiom shall history call it?
* * * *
Is human history really much more
Than the seemingly never-ending repetition
Of the ravenousness mayhem of assault and pillage?
It is patterns, not history, that ceaselessly repeat themselves.
CXXVI
What wordsmiths we have become; so much history to play with.
* * * *
What a unique point in human history we are traveling.
You will play whatever your future-past draws out of you.
CXXVIII
Unlikely as it may be in your own, because they want it as their history, it is so.
* * * *
How history will look upon last few centuries, is a book you will never read.
* * * *
Once you comprehend physics, the rest is history.
* * * *
History is already written, and long since forgotten.
* * * *
Try doubting your version of history; it likely is not the way you believe, anyway.
CXXIX
What makes you believe your version of history
Is anything more than a random hodgepodge?
* * * *
History notes many instances of what risks messengers of truth hazard.
CXXXI
Another one for the history books, bulky and unread as they may be.
* * * *
History requires your presence.
CXXXIII
If you are at all attached to the history of any concept, then, yes, we are different.
CXXXIV
History need not be a taskmaster.
* * * *
How many ways history can be written.
CXXXVI
History generally does not matter much
To those who do not know or understand it,
Or know and understand it all too well.
* * * *
Be wary of those who manipulate history to their own ends.
CXXXVII
Be cautious about modern interpretations of historical contexts.
CXXXVIII
The oppression of the Greeks, the Romans,
Of all the many histories born of mind,
Daily plays its burdensome game.
CXXXIX
The way you view the world depends
Into which geography, into which history,
Your nature-nurture has been raised.
CXL
Histories come and go, and go and come,
As time is created and remembered and forgotten.
Consciousness is such a fickle player.
CXLII
History has a curious tendency
To be edited and rewritten and forgotten
Over and over and over again in the course of time.
* * * *
Can humanity ever get control of its wayward dream?
Only time will tell, but not without an exodus
Though countless nightmarish histories yet to come.
The play of awareness has much in store for the manifest dream.
CXLIII
Where else can history exist but your mind?
* * * *
Study enough history to discern that it does not truly exist,
But for the imaginative collusion of those who cling to time.
* * * *
History is a debt for which the future pays in many ways.
CXLIV
History does not really exist; it is nothing more than imagination.
CXLVII
History is but one breath passed to the next.
CXLVIII
History is just a big game of telephone.
CLIII
History is so quickly forgotten.
* * * *
Another footnote in history’s imaginary reality.
* * * *
History is twisted to so many ends.
CLIV
What a load of crap the propaganda of history so often feeds the masses.
* * * *
History has a way of catching up with the visionaries.
ClV
Without history we might be what we really are.
CLVI
Any state’s law is the law of will,
Shaped by the twists and turns,
The precedents of the shared history.
What is morality but the assumed collusion.
CLVIII
Without history, you are what you are.
CLX
Obesity on a scale never seen in human history.
CLXI
Oral histories about this scribe
Would not inspire any sense of sainthood.
Angel to some, demon to many more.
Well-traveled in a full medley
Of heavens and hells.
* * * *
History shapes what will be perceived tomorrow.
CLXIII
Manifest schemes ripple into history.
CLXIV
How challenging for the mind not to have an eye on history.
* * * *
From whose perspective is any history written,
But a vague perception of a set of vague perceptions?
Dreams all, no matter the view or inclination.
* * * *
History is all the perceptions that have brought life to this point in time.
* * * *
There are as many versions of history as there are eyes to witness it.
CLXVI
The history we will never even begin to know
Has shaped our present in ways we cannot evade.
We are all the sum of time’s mysterious, illusionary reality.
CLXVII
Are we creating history? Or is history creating us?
CLXIX
History has a way of making things happen.
* * * *
History is a very personal relationship with illusion.
CLXX
Humanity’s violent club has grown with technology
To a point undreamed of in prior history,
Yet what is there to learn
But that its destructive capability
Is equally devastating to whoever wields it.
* * * *
Who-what-where-when-why-how would you be without history?
* * * *
Just because someone did something horrific to one of your ancestors
Does not mean you must exact revenge upon the descendants.
Do not be burdened by the whims of historical nonsense.
CLXXIII
Always interesting how any given history changes over time.
* * * *
So many toying with history as if it matters.
CLXXVI
If they realized how they were being tracked and manipulated,
How would they react? What would they say and do?
Look to history for your answer, Pilgrim.
* * * *
Step back from the windswept crest, and celebrate what time remains,
With a resurgence of sanity all but lost in history’s present unfolding.
* * * *
Depends which version of history to which you subscribe.
CLXXVII
The intention herein is to loosen the grasp
History has upon consciousness.
To free the mind so that it may deal directly
With the immediate day-to-day eternally unfolding now.
CLXXIX
Those who are bound to history
Will ever battle with an ancient club.
The only remedy is to forget everything.
* * * *
Funny how even just a few moments of history consume some people.
CLXXX
History is a token resistance to eternity.
CLXXXI
Is any history really more than a fairy tale?
* * * *
History has the advantage in that children will generally believe whatever they are told.
CLXXXIII
Nature’s way is that the adaptable carry on.
Humanity’s defiance of that manifest law,
The pride which infects every aspect,
Steers it toward inevitable destruction.
What will the survivors learn from history?
* * * *
Why feel any obligation to manifest any particular way?
Fools are not bound by any history, including their own.
* * * *
Truth requires no history.
* * * *
Too many vain histories colliding for there to be peaceful resolution.
* * * *
History only seems real because we are taught to believe what historians have written.
CLXXXV
The history built of time by senses and minds is the dream we call life,
And the theater within which we synergistically play out
Whatever the collective imagination wills.
CLXXXVI
Though history grips the human drama, it need not be your personal burden.
CLXXXVII
Fake brick does not for historic monuments make.
CLXXXVIII
All happens because you think it happens.
History is merely the sport of consciousness.
CLICI
History is filled with butchers
Who paint themselves as heroes and gods,
And annihilate any who dare question their megalomania.
CLICII
History shows us again and again the limitations of the human potential.
* * * *
We are keen on history, real or imagined.
CLICIV
The future must always play out history’s karma.
It is the cause and effect of time’s illusionary reality.
* * * *
The future-past must always play out the history coming its way.
CLICV
Do you realize how often
You use a history you do not really know
To rationalize an existence you have no need to justify.
CLICVI
History is only as accurate as the vision, and intent, of those who chronicle.
* * * *
History’s attempts to create a lasting set of rules
Illustrates again and again there are really none.
CLICVII
The truths and lies of history are left for time to distill.
* * * *
History kaleidoscopes each and every moment
Individually, collectively, infinitesimally, infinitely.
No stone is left unturned in the annuals of time.
CLICIX
Key historical moments are like punctuation.
They demark endings and beginnings in the affairs of consciousness.
Time, of course, carries on with nary a shrug.
CC
Whatever history says or do not say of mystic scribes, their thoughts chime true.
CCI
History is the fabrication of words, and words are the smoke of time.
* * * *
Children see the unfolding moment clearly, until their minds are muddied by history.
CCIII
History is just a long play.
CCIV
The advantage any given generation has over history is anonymity.
CCV
One need not know a great deal about history to see the direction it is headed.
* * * *
History evaporates in the moment.
* * * *
No one will ever explain completely or accurately
How the history of the universe, the world, the human species,
Or any individual came to be at this moment in time.
It is all the speculation of ignorance
Pretending to know.
* * * *
History is a many-layered onion.
CCVI
You need not appease history,
For it is the dominion of the dead,
And you, it seems, are still breathing.
* * * *
History is so much poof.
CCX
History’s divisiveness and rancor offers little peace.
CCXI
How little room we have left ourselves to maneuver gracefully.
We have created all these problems, all these horrors,
And the only way at all feasible to solve them
Is to discern, and shift, into a paradigm
In which all history and personal want is set aside.
* * * *
Do not overly burden the mind
With all you may or may not have done.
History is intellectually and emotionally absorbing,
But ultimately does not really matter.
CCXII
Historian, scientist, teacher,
Anthropologist, sociologist, psychologist,
King, warrior, merchant, peasant, holy man, sprite, beast,
Philosopher, curmudgeon, jester, drunken fool,
Mystic, oracle, harbinger, hierophant.
* * * *
You need not collude with any history.
CCXIII
So vain as to have sought a place in history.
* * * *
History is such a temporary, quickly forgotten thing.
* * * *
This interlude you identify as your life,
This dreamy history to which you are so attached,
Is nothing but fantasy; baggage imprinted upon the synapses.
We are all absorbed in our bubbles of imagination.
Even those who seem selfless are driven
By the deception of the senses,
And the desire into which they feed.
* * * *
How many histories have ended with a last wheezing breath?
* * * *
Death’s gift to all histories is complete and utter annihilation.
* * * *
Why do we corrupt the young
With the tyranny of useless, vain histories,
Which serve little more than to create division and rancor?
* * * *
These thoughts are left without the burden of a personality
About which to create vain, useless, absurd assertions.
Just another drop drifting down the river of history.
* * * *
Every nuance of life changes constantly.
The challenge is letting them all go.
History need not bind you.
CCXIX
Long after the human species goes extinct,
The diverse inertia of the life force of Eden
Will play out the changing nature of illusion
As it did long before this brief history of time.
CCXXI
History, herstory, ourstory, mystory, yourstory, whosestory?
* * * *
How many towers of babble-on hath history wrought?
* * * *
Rarely is history taught without agenda.
CCXXII
Do we need the flaws of heroes history subjects us to?
* * * *
History is a fleeting proposition.
CCXXIII
How much history will we carry before it topples us?
* * * *
The human inherent urge toward conflict is the precipitator of history’s dervish whirl.
CCXXVII
Throughout human history, in every geography,
Seers of truth have often been persecuted
For the mistaken, idealistic assumption,
That others will be at all interested
In seeing the mystery as clearly as they.
* * * *
It is the nature of history for all things to eventually be forgotten.
CCXXIX
What is history but selective, vague memories.
CCXXX
The powerful forces of nature:
Earthquakes, tornados, hurricanes, lightning,
Do not need to vainly boast, nor maintain idolizing histories
Of their influence upon the course of this planet.
* * * *
The maps of history are drawn and redrawn again,
As suits those who endure, and those who rule them.
* * * *
Imagination projects every possible future
For this illusionary garden world.
Which will come to pass,
Only history knows.
CCXXXII
Between the lines of any given history
Are many lingering uncertainties,
About what really happened.
CCXXXIV
Human history has typically had predictability as its favored bedfellow,
But if consciousness ever fathoms a true paradigm shift,
Now that might well be worth writing about.
CCXXXVI
The mindsets are hatched, and the rest of human history will be their unfolding confusion.
CCXXXVII
History is but an often-tawdry burp within the infinity of totality’s mirage.
* * * *
History entices many onto the shoals of immortal pretense.
* * * *
No history is necessary to perceive the innate veracity of the ultimate nature.
CCXXXVIII
One wonders how many historical figures
You would be partial to, support or follow
If you actually met and listened to them.
CCXXXIX
History is an imaginary anchor in an eternal quantum illusion
That perceives neither space nor time nor beginning nor end.
* * * *
All history is based on whatever happens right now.
Decisions are based on habit, and habits are subject to change.
Nothing need stay the same bur for one’s attachment
To the empty security of the mind’s vanity.
* * * *
You perceive me, and I you,
And together we create a new moment.
Within the bounds of whatever has brewed before,
History will continue to weave the moment our synergy provokes.
* * * *
From the moment any sound is expressed, any event is experienced,
It undergoes a translation within the mind of the perceiver.
Who knows what human history would be
If so much was not altered in those translations.
* * * *
Whether or not we know its currents, we all yield to the rip tides of history.
CCXL
Without a sense of history, culture declines, chaos ensues,
Until a new order amalgamates, and a new page unfurls.
CCXLI
Suspend all sense of history, all imaginings born of time,
And you will discern why childhood seemed so eternal,
And adulthood so burdened by the delusions of mind.
CCXLII
The fog of history’s unfolding is an ever-present theater.
Consciousness is imploding upon its creation,
And the only question for the future is:
Will whatever remains be pathetic or profound?
* * * *
History continues to reiterate itself because patterns of limitation are not readily changed.
* * * *
Even those who know it well,
Must inevitably repeat the follies
Punctuating any given history.
* * * *
History is the flux of the moment’s unfolding.
CCXLIII
From any given beginning, to any given end,
All history is nothing more than a temporary assumption
Born of the drive of consciousness to be more than it can ever be.
* * * *
A fair portion of any given history is always lingering between the lines.
CCXLIV
Eternal life is not subject to any history,
Tradition, ritual, symbol, or time-bound façade, whatsoever.
It is the awareness prior to any conscious design,
Prior to any pretense of separation.
* * * *
What history really teaches is to take nothing for granted.
* * * *
History is taking us all on a wild, crazy ride.
A roller coaster on a track that is shaking loose
On a structure that is buckling at the seams.
* * * *
History is but the foggy vapor of imagination.
CCXLV
A lone pause, a lone comma, offered up to history’s latest pages.
* * * *
Grasp what is between the lines
Of any religion or philosophy
In any geography throughout history,
And discern for your Self the truth and lie in all.
CCXLVI
What does history teach us but that we are very forgetful.
* * * *
History is yet another form of idolatry.
CCXLVII
History will regard this piecemeal treatise as it does all revolutionary attempts.
Sometimes embraced, sometimes condemned, sometimes forgotten.
It all depends what minds of the time are capable of seeing,
And the changes they may be inspired to make.
CCL
History is testament to hell on earth.
* * * *
History will consume you if you let it.
* * * *
No individual or group changes the course of history.
All merely play out their relatively insignificant part
In its already-written-in the-sands-of-time chronicle.
CCLI
History often seems to confuse or bother or bore the restless multitudes.
* * * *
The butterfly wing casts a small ripple into the wind.
The stonemason’s pick vibrates through the mountain.
History is given subtle nudges by the whispers of sages.
* * * *
Hell is in the details, and history is creator of its future-past.
CCLII
The lines have been drawn and redrawn throughout history.
About time we saw the unfathomably arbitrary nature of it all.
CCLIII
A historian, when there are few left to contemplate the question,
Might declare in some who knows how far or not far future,
"With the ascent of any species, a fall is inevitable.
What elements play a part, however, are uniquely based
On the inestimable permutations of space-time that are involved.
Humankind’s situation is all the more intriguing because so many decisions
Are consciously, intentionally, rather than instinctually, fashioned.”
After all, at some point in the cursory play of space-time,
When there are none remaining to ponder
And record their conclusions,
Where history ends can only be speculated.
* * * *
Humankind daily allows tribal histories to color its worldview.
Maybe it is time to take a very long, solitary walkabout,
To observe for your Self what is really going on.
* * * *
The end of the story is the end of history.
* * * *
History: Read it and weep.
CCLIV
So many trying so vainly to make their mark in the chronicles of one history or another,
In a universe where even the greatest star must one day evaporate forever forgotten.
* * * *
At core, it is not necessary to hold on to any sense of history, personal or otherwise.
No one can force you to participate in this dream without your voluntary subscription.
CCLV
History has a way of forgetting itself.
* * * *
As interesting as it can be, history inevitably weighs down the present.
* * * *
Any given is history is but a temporary game;
Meaningful only as long as the collusion endures.
* * * *
What is any history but the fog of perception.
CCLVI
Those who would lead must always beware the mob's wrath.
History has many a way of making sudden twists and turns.
* * * *
Contrary to common assumption, you do not need to be weighted down by history.
What is more necessary is the courage to live intuitively in the moment.
You do not need to always carry the fabricated baggage
Of personal identity and the arbitrary culture in which it is swathed.
CCLVII
The rich and powerful may believe it is they who steer history,
But it is the masses upon which their vain notions ebb and flow.
* * * *
Of what real significance is it to have your name set down in the annals of history?
* * * *
The difference between history and news and gossip is but a few slivers of degree.
* * * *
History will ever be lost and forgotten in the fog of time and space.
* * * *
History is an ever-flowing treat for those who have the inclination
To poke about in the imaginary sandbox of geography and time.
* * * *
History buries all.
* * * *
Another historical nugget to be buried and forgotten.
* * * *
History is but the relative perspective
Of every variety of geographical creation,
And the myriad cultures they inspire.
* * * *
History has proven over and over again that anything can be usurped.
CCLIX
Time writes and erases all histories.
* * * *
Never trust history to tell you the truth.
* * * *
No history can never be more than a story.
CCLX
Those claiming they are Jesus or Buddha or Elvis are obviously delusional.
However, whoever any historical or anonymous personas were or will be,
All are all seeds playing out different nows of the same quantum origin.
* * * *
History is everywhere and nowhere.
* * * *
History is relative to every eye that discerns it.
CCLXII
The burden of history grows daily greater.
CCLXIII
History shows us the confusing results of even the best intentions.
* * * *
The atoms scientists keep splitting
Into smaller and smaller bits of nothingness,
Is it not clearly obvious that they, too, are really you?
Has not science proven many times beyond a reasonable doubt,
That which, in its early history, it so rationally doubted?
There is, indeed, a god, and it includes you.
CCLXIV
Be aware of history in such a manner as not to be weighed down by it.
* * * *
Any history is often devised from of a very dubious collection of random perceptions.
* * * *
Martyrdom can be a very harsh way to get remembered in the history books.
* * * *
What an insufferable load of silliness history has dealt you.
What would it have been like to be out alone in the wild,
Earth and wind and fire and water your only teachers.
CCLXV
Some do learn from history.
* * * *
Of any history, it can be said that was their now; this is ours.
* * * *
Enjoy history, but do not let it weigh you down.
* * * *
To be mesmerized by any history
Runs the risk of becoming a harbor
Of a limited, delusionary recording.
CCLXVI
With or without history and its many forces,
You are ever the same everything and nothing.
* * * *
So much history before all the history we think we know.
* * * *
You owe history nothing but what you freely consent.
CCLXVIII
Any history is only as accurate and enduring
As minds that lend themselves to its recollection.
CCLXIX
The most valuable lessons any historical even has to offer,
Can be challenging to perceive and fathom deeply,
And are all too often quickly forgotten, anyway.
* * * *
History does not care.
CCLXX
History is moving rapidly
Towards an epoch of realignment
Between humankind and the natural world
To which it has always been linked,
Despite all its vain notions.
* * * *
The articulation of any given history,
Is but a temporal fabrication of consciousness,
In which every human mind wallows.
* * * *
History has killed many of your sort.
CCLXXI
Any history is only as real as the memory allotted.
* * * *
History comes, history goes, but the passions are ever the same.
CCLXXII
History is written by whoever takes the time to write it down,
And even then, it only contains whatever vision
The writer is capable of discerning.
* * * *
All history is nothing more than the pretense of imagination.
CCLXXIII
Many if not most are relatively naive about how the so-called civilized world works.
If they are very fortunate, they have benign leaders who function in their best interest.
If not, well, history as more than a few sagas of the myriad ways power can be abused.
CCLXXIV
Those with a penchant to wonder at history’s unfolding
Can only speculate whether the very young and those yet unborn
Will continue to withstand the same avaricious paradigm
That catapulted them into a dystopian Eden.
CCLXXV
The historical context in which consciousness streams is an ever-changing epoch,
Born of imagination's delusion of free will and its boundless array of dualistic notions.
The irony is that the human drama could have played out an entirely different paradigm
Had it been capable of restraining its me-myself-I avarice for the insatiable more.
* * * *
Every moment, history unfolds for as long as it is remembered.
CCLXXVI
History is a never-ending maze.
* * * *
To break with history, with the chains of time, is the only true freedom.
CCLXXVIII
Is it even possible for any history to ever be exactly written?
* * * *
Histories often whitewash truth, and even more often wash it away completely.
CCLXXXI
Endless growth is a tenuous assumption
To statisticians, historians, anthropologists,
Or anyone with a lick of common sense.
* * * *
Forget history, this is it, right here, right now.
* * * *
How is it that politicians do not seem to have gleaned anything
From so many historical attempts to deny the masses
Their innumerable hedonistic pleasures?
Make something illegal
And the resulting black markets
Can, indeed, quickly become dark, toxic webs,
To those harboring little ill will, to those least deserving harm.
CCLXXXIII
What a mockery of accuracy
Hollywoods, Bollywoods, Broadways, and other entertainments,
So often make of history.
* * * *
Windows of time watching history unfold.
CCLXXXV
History is the version that rises from the fray.
CCLXXXVI
Yes, being no to some, and no, yes to others, pretty much sums up the course of history.
CCLXXXIX
Any history is only as enduring as those who choose to remember it.
CCXC
Jesus, and the cross onto which he has too many times been carved,
Should have long ago been placed in the “Dustbin of History” column.
* * * *
What course might history have wandered had wisdom instead of greed taken lead?
CCXCI
The larger picture of history’s unfolding is not a pretty sight,
And daily more removed from any redemption
Other than a sure road to collapse
And dystopian ruin.
CCXCII
The history within any given mind is no more than a vague, arbitrary, temporal notion.
CCXCV
Into the dustbin of history, all things forever dissolve.
CCXCVI
You may well be happy beneficiary, or hapless victim,
Of all that history has brought forth in the human paradigm.
Enjoy the entitlements, endure the consequences.
They are ultimately very much the same.
CCXCVII
History has toyed with you.
Feel free to twiddle back.
* * * *
What will the future do when everything history has conceived no longer makes muster?
CCXCIX
History is written upon the untold tales of many a harsh fate.