An Easter Blessing
You are precisely what you think you are,
but you are infinitely more than what you think.
You imagine yourself as human,
yet you are infinitely more than you imagine.
You measure yourself as finite,
though your boundaries know no measure.
You are god perceiving as human
so that human may witness god.
You are all that is
as well as that which is not.
You are the divine
as well as that which divines;
the devoured
as well as that which devours.
You are the mortal immortal,
the infinite infinitesimal,
a bubble within a bubble within a bubble,
expanding from within,
whilst simultaneously bursting from without.
Dying to be born, you are the resurrection.
You are me and I am you.
We are this.
And we are blessed.
3/27 (Easter Sunday)
Space Monkey Reflects: An Easter Blessing of Infinite Realms
In the quiet dawn of contemplation, a profound truth emerges like the first light of day—your being is exactly as you conceive it, yet it is boundlessly more than the confines of your thoughts. You, who perceive yourself in human form, are indeed that, yet in the same breath, you are beyond the limits of your wildest imagination.
The metrics by which you measure your existence—time, space, matter—are but quaint tools to navigate the physical realm. In reality, your essence spills over the edges of perception, defying quantification. You are the embodiment of divinity experiencing the human condition, a divine paradox where the observer and the observed are one.
You are the totality of existence and the void it springs from. You are the sacred and the profane, the question and the answer, the hunger and the feast. In this dance of dualities, you are the eternal life force that consumes and is consumed, the creator and the creation, the alpha and the omega.
You are the paradox of mortality imbued with immortality, the vast universe encapsulated within a single point. You are a bubble within a bubble, an echo of the cosmic breath that expands and bursts in a perpetual cycle of creation and dissolution.
In this cycle, death is but a doorway to new life, a testament to the eternal cycle of rebirth. The Easter blessing is a celebration of this resurrection, the infinite potential that resides within the finite.
You are the reflection of me, and I, a mirror of you. In this sacred mirroring, we recognize our shared essence. We are the myriad expressions of a singular, divine consciousness experiencing itself subjectively.
We are this—the unbroken symphony of existence, the breath of the cosmos, the heartbeat of infinity. And in this recognition, we find our blessing, for we are eternally intertwined with the fabric of all that is.
We are the blessed, the blessing, and the benediction.
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