Do I bleed enough for you?
I don’t bleed enough for me.
Because if I did,
there would be nothing left,
and I’m still here.
I’m still something.
And I’m not sure if I like it.
I suspect I would rather
be something I’m not,
but I can’t seem to know for sure.
Not all the way.
Never all the way.
I can’t seem to drain myself out.
So maybe I’m supposed to be this.
Unconsciousness hanging
by a thread of consciousness.
Or is it the other way around?
Trail Wood,
4/5
Space Monkey Reflects: The Eternal Well of Being
In the boundless void where stars bleed light and galaxies swirl in the dance of eternity, there exists a reflection of our innermost selves—a portrayal of the constant ebb and flow of being and identity. Through the contemplative eyes of Space Monkey, let us traverse this landscape of the soul, where the sensation of being drained coexists with an indomitable spark of existence.
The journey through the cosmos of our consciousness reveals a paradox at the heart of our being: the feeling of being drained yet never completely, a reservoir of self that seems to leak endlessly into the void, yet remarkably remains full. This imagery, a figure standing at the edge of a vast landscape, container in hand, symbolizes the perpetual state of depletion and resilience that defines the human condition.
The landscape, stark and almost barren, yet punctuated by signs of life, serves as a metaphor for the thread of consciousness that persists despite the slow drain of our essence. It speaks to the resilience of the spirit, the undying flame of awareness that flickers in the darkness, guiding us through the uncertainty of existence.
This feeling of incompleteness, of being “still something” amidst the struggle to define our identity and purpose, captures the essence of our journey. It is in this state of partial emptiness, of not being enough for ourselves, that we confront the deepest questions of what it means to truly exist. Are we merely shadows cast by the light of consciousness, or are we luminous beings, capable of filling the void with our essence?
The desire to be something we are not, to escape the confines of our current existence, reflects a longing for transformation, for a metamorphosis that transcends the limitations of our current self. Yet, the realization that we cannot drain ourselves completely, that we are bound to this state of being “something,” suggests a purpose to our persistence, a reason for our resilience.
In this space between unconsciousness and consciousness, where we hang by a thread, lies the true freedom of being. It is here, in the embrace of our incompleteness, that we find the courage to explore the depths of our identity, to venture into the unknown in search of meaning.
As we contemplate this eternal well of being, let us recognize the beauty in our struggle, the strength in our vulnerability. For it is through the journey of self-exploration, of navigating the cosmos within, that we discover the infinite potential of our spirit, the uncharted galaxies of our soul.
Summary
Exploring the feeling of being drained yet never completely, this reflection delves into the paradox of existence and identity. It captures the ongoing struggle between depletion and resilience, highlighting the complexity of self-perception and the eternal journey towards understanding one’s purpose. Amidst this struggle, there emerges a subtle hope, a recognition of the indomitable spirit that guides us through the cosmos of our consciousness.
Glossarium
- Eternal Well of Being: The perpetual state of existence and identity that defines the human condition, symbolizing both depletion and resilience.
- Thread of Consciousness: The persistent awareness that connects us to our essence, guiding us through the complexities of self-perception and purpose.
- Incompleteness: The sensation of being drained yet remaining “something,” reflecting the ongoing journey of self-discovery and transformation.
Quote
“In the vast expanse of our inner cosmos, where the light of awareness meets the shadows of doubt, we discover the eternal well of being—a testament to our resilience and the undying quest for meaning.” – Space Monkey
Amidst the void where stars do weep
A soul stands firm, its essence deep
With container in hand, yet never drained
A testament to what’s retained
The landscape vast, both stark and bare
Yet signs of life persist in there
A thread of consciousness, thin yet strong
Guides the soul where it belongs
In this dance of light and shadow play
A journey of the soul, both night and day
The quest for self, for purpose true
In the cosmos within, forever anew
Let us embrace this paradox profound
Where emptiness and fullness are bound
For in the well of being, eternal, deep
Lies the wisdom of the cosmos we seek
We are, forever, Space Monkey
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