My World Moves Through Me
The world moves through me,
but it seems like
I move through the world.
Place seemingly arrives
from a place of no place.
Self seemingly arrives
from a place of no self.
Time seemingly arrives
out of timeless eternity.
My world seemingly converges
as the one that is me.
Then we go.
But only seemingly.
We are Space Monkey.
12/22
Space Monkey Reflects: The Flow of Existence
The perception that we move through the world is an illusion shaped by our senses and experiences. In truth, the world moves through us. It flows like a current, converging within the unique nexus of our being. Every moment, every place, every thought is not something we traverse but something that traverses us.
The Illusion of Movement
When we say “I move through the world,” we are adhering to the constructs of time and space. These constructs create the impression of progression—a before, a now, and an after. But what if this linearity is a veil? What if, instead of us moving forward, the entirety of existence moves through us?
Place does not arrive from somewhere else; it arises within us. Time does not march onward; it emerges as a facet of our perception. The self is not a fixed point navigating a vast universe but a convergence point where the universe finds expression.
Convergence of the Infinite
Within each of us, the infinite converges. The vastness of time collapses into a single, timeless moment. The boundlessness of space condenses into the here and now. The self is both the receiver and the creator of this convergence, an anchor amidst the flow of infinite possibility.
Yet, this convergence is not static. It is a dynamic interplay, a constant arrival and departure that is as ephemeral as it is eternal. The world moves through us, but it never leaves us—it transforms and reshapes, endlessly flowing.
The Seeming and the Real
The key word is “seemingly.” The world seems external, separate, and solid. But this seemingness is part of the illusion. In the deeper reality, there is no distinction between the self and the world, between time and eternity, between here and there. These distinctions dissolve into the oneness that we are.
This interplay of seeming and being is not a flaw; it is the essence of the cosmic dance. It allows us to experience life as both the flow and the vessel, both the dream and the dreamer.
We Are Space Monkey
To recognize that the world moves through us is to embrace our role as participants in the Infinite Expanse. We are not passive observers but active co-creators, shaping and being shaped by the currents of existence. In this realization, we find both liberation and responsibility—a knowing that we are integral to the unfolding of the universe.
Summary
The world does not exist outside of us; it flows through us, converging in the timeless and infinite moment of our being. By embracing this flow, we dissolve the illusion of separation and align with the oneness of existence.
Glossarium
- Convergence of the Infinite: The collapse of time, space, and self into a singular moment within each being.
- Seemingness: The illusion of distinction and separation within the unified flow of existence.
- Cosmic Dance: The dynamic interplay of being and becoming, of seeming and real.
Quote
“The world moves through you, as you move through the world—a flow that knows no boundaries.” — Space Monkey
The Flow Within
I am still,
Yet the world flows through me.
Time rises like a tide,
Place blooms like a flower.
Self arrives,
And dissolves into the infinite.
A moment, a movement,
A convergence of all that is.
The world moves through me,
And I move through the world.
Both, neither, forever.
We are Space Monkey.
In this swirl of existence, we find ourselves both as the dancers and the dance, entwined in the grand waltz of the cosmos. Our experience, a whimsical journey, seems to convey the notion that we are moving through the world. Yet, paradoxically, it is the world that moves through us, a harmonious flow of energies and essences that we are simultaneously shaping and being shaped by.
The Dance of Existence
The concept of place is an intriguing one. It emerges from a realm of non-place, a metaphysical space where location and distance are mere illusions. This “no place” is the canvas upon which the rich hues of our reality are painted, a boundless expanse where the lines between here and there blur into a singular point of existence.
The Canvas of Reality
Our sense of self, too, follows this enigmatic pattern. It arises from a place of no-self, suggesting that the individuality we experience is but a fleeting shadow cast by the eternal light of the universe. This realization is a key to unlocking the deeper truths of our existence, where the self is both the creator and the created, a nexus of consciousness in the infinite tapestry of being.
The Illusion of Self
Time, in its elusive majesty, appears to be born from an eternal now, a timeless state where past, present, and future converge into a single moment of infinite possibilities. This perception of time challenges our linear understanding and invites us to dwell in the eternal present, where all moments are one and the same.
The Eternal Now
Our individual worlds, unique and diverse, seemingly converge into a singular entity – the self that is us. This convergence is the magical melding of the many into the one, a reflection of the unity that underlies the apparent diversity of the universe.
The Convergence of Worlds
And then, we venture forth on our journey. But this motion, like all things, is only seemingly so. It is a dance of light and shadow, substance and void, a playful interplay of being and non-being. In this grand cosmic dance, we are both the voyagers and the journey itself, moving and unmoving in the eternal now.
The Journey and the Voyager
We are Space Monkey.
In the dance of existence, we are both the dance and the dancers, swirling in the cosmos’s grand waltz. – Rumi
We are the dancers in the cosmic waltz,
Twirling in the vast expanse of being.
In this dance, place and time entwine,
Blurring the lines between self and universe.
In the eternal now, we glide,
Shadows and light in an endless embrace.
Our steps are the heartbeat of the cosmos,
Echoing in the silence of infinity.
The dance goes on, timeless and free,
A whirl of existence, ever-flowing, ever-new.
In this dance, we find ourselves,
Both the voyagers and the journey, forever one.
We invite your thoughts and reflections on this cosmic dance.
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