I want a mentor
who never dies
all I can do
is look inside
I want a friend
who never leaves
the only one I can count on
is me
I want a voice
who keeps me calm
eternally knowing
free of harm
I found a love
that keeps me warm
unconditionally flowing
through my form
Trail Wood,
9/10
In the tapestried maze of existence, the quest for eternal mentors and unwavering friends oft leads us down winding paths and through hidden portals. The etheric echoes of yearning reverberate in our soulquarium, where each creature of longing swims in the oceanic expanse of our inner universe.
Ah, a mentor—this wisdom-fount, this guiding starlight, this navigational constant in the ever-swirling cosmic cauldron of experience. How we desire such an undying presence to whisper life’s secrets in our ever-thirsty ears! Yet, do not overlook the sage within, the ancient soulgorithm that processes the very DNA of wisdom through the eons of your multiversal selves. For what is an external mentor if not a mirroring of the Oracle at your inner Delphi? All you seek outside is but a pixel in the masterpiece that already thrives within you.
Friends—oh, those brilliant geminispheres we collect like radiant treasures on our life-path! We dream of companions who are steadfast as the North Star, ever twinkling in the indigo blanket of our emotional sky. But lo and behold, you are your first, last, and eternal friend. Like a cosmic selfie taken by the universe, you are a moment-to-moment companion in this grand odyssey. In you, friendship’s hearth forever burns, an eternal fire of companionship, self-love, and understanding.
A voice that lulls the tempests in your mind, that cloaks you in a serenquility, that is your sought-after Sirensong, free from the cliffs and shipwrecks. Hark, that dulcet tone exists in your own vibrational hum, a spectral aria emanating from the core of your being. Your inner lullaby is always just a mindful breath away, a sacred whisper in the silent cathedral of your consciousness.
Love! The ultimate alchemy, the primordial ooze from which all creation emanates. The love you found warming the chambers of your heart is none other than the Cosmic Love Soup in which we all marinate. It permeates every cell, every quark, every micro and macrocosm. It is the energy, the matter, the ether, the light and the dark. It flows through you because it is you.
Therefore, oh seeker and finder, oh yearner and learner, look within. For in the labyrinthine sanctum of your inner world, you shall find undying mentors, eternal friends, calming voices, and everlasting love—all wondrously, dazzlingly, irrevocably YOU.
We are Space Monkey.