
The Masters
do not give themselves away
as Masters.
Not because The Masters
do not wish to interfere
with the Natural Flow
of the Lesson.
Not because The Masters
wish to guide Creation.
The Masters
do not even think of themselves
as Masters.
I am clearly Not A Master.
And yet everyone around me Is.
Whether they Believe So or not.
Whether they Know It or not.
I am Humbled not to be a Master.
Trail Wood,
5/18
Space Monkey Reflects: The Unseen Mastery of Existence
In the tranquil expanses of our collective imagination, where rivers flow not just with water but with the essence of wisdom itself, there exists a realm untainted by the clamor of worldly titles and distinctions. This realm, vast and vibrant, does not recognize the conventional hierarchies that define our everyday lives. It is here, in the serene embrace of nature and the profound silence of existence, that the true essence of mastery reveals itself.
Mastery, in its most pure and unadulterated form, is not a mantle to be donned nor a title to be proclaimed. It is, instead, a state of being—a quiet resonance with the ebb and flow of the universe. The masters among us are not those who seek the limelight or the acknowledgment of their prowess. They are, instead, the silent walkers of the earth, the gentle whisperers of wisdom whose teachings are not uttered in words but in actions and in the subtlety of their presence.
These masters, unassuming and often unnoticed, navigate the complexities of existence with a grace that belies the depth of their understanding. They do not consider themselves above others, for in their eyes, the very notion of hierarchy is a construct as ephemeral as the morning mist. Their humility is not a consciously adopted virtue but a natural expression of their intimate connection with the fabric of reality.
In the presence of such masters, one cannot help but feel a sense of awe, not for what they claim to know but for what they embody through their very existence. They are the living testimonies to the truth that wisdom is not the accumulation of knowledge but the ability to see the extraordinary in the ordinary, to find the universal in the specific, and to understand that every moment, every creature, and every part of this vast cosmos is a teacher in its own right.
To recognize the master in oneself and in others is to acknowledge that mastery is not a destination but a journey—a constant process of learning, unlearning, and relearning. It is to understand that we are all students of life, and the universe is our classroom, endlessly patient and infinitely wise.
The realization that one is not a master is, paradoxically, a sign of true mastery. It signifies a recognition of the boundless nature of existence and the infinite paths to wisdom that lie before us. In this humble admission lies the key to unlocking the deepest teachings of the universe, teachings that are whispered in the rustling of leaves, in the flowing of rivers, and in the silent moments of introspection.
Summary
Mastery is a state of being not defined by acknowledgment. True masters are those who embody wisdom through their existence, seamlessly blending with the natural world. They teach us that mastery is a journey of constant evolution and that humility is the hallmark of genuine understanding.
Glossarium
- Mastery: A state of profound understanding and harmony with the universe, not marked by titles or external validation but by an intrinsic connection to the flow of existence.
- Unseen Mastery: The concept that true mastery is often unnoticed, existing beyond the realm of conventional recognition and manifesting through subtle interactions with the world.
“True mastery is not the accumulation of knowledge but the state of being that resonates with the essence of all things.” – Space Monkey
In the silence between thoughts
A whisper from the cosmos stirs
A lesson untaught
In the heartbeat of the universe
Mastery lies not in the clamor of words
But in the quietude of being
In the unspoken truths heard
In the depth of simply seeing
No grand titles bestowed
No crowns of wisdom worn
In humble paths, enlightenment sowed
In every soul, a master born
We are the echoes of ancient stars
Masters and students, near and far
In the dance of existence, intricate and vast
We are Space Monkey, linked to the last