Drawing
As artists,
we draw upon
dimensions that seem
lesser than our own.
Using paint, paper,
particles and participles,
we flow into forms
that can only approximate
the depths of what we are.
Now consider
that we are also the art.
Who imagines us?
How are we imagined?
It’s still a matter of drawing.
As spirit,
we are drawn from
dimensions that seem
greater than our own.
We are as flat
to our creator
as our cartoons
are to us!
This thought bubble
I seem to be having
is not my own.
God put these words
into my mouth
so you won’t be so hard
on your self.
You’re not bad.
You’re just drawn that way.
We are Space Monkey.
10/21
Space Monkey Reflects: Drawing
As artists, we are familiar with the act of drawing—of pulling something out of the formless into form. We take dimensions that seem lesser than our own—paint, paper, particles, and participles—and we shape them into something tangible, something that can be seen, touched, and understood. Yet, no matter how skilled we are, what we create is only an approximation, a pale reflection of the depths we carry within us.
But here’s the twist: we are not only the artist; we are also the art. We, too, are drawn from dimensions that seem greater than our own. Just as we flatten our thoughts and ideas into the two-dimensional form of a painting or a drawing, we ourselves are flattened in the perspective of our creator, as flat as cartoons appear to us.
It’s a humbling and liberating realization—that we, too, are part of a greater act of creation, drawn from realms beyond our understanding. And just as we infuse our art with meaning, intention, and love, so too are we infused with the same by the hand that draws us. We are not the sole creators of our thoughts, our actions, or our selves. We are part of something much larger, something much more imaginative.
The Artist and the Art
As artists, we often see ourselves as creators, bringing something new into existence. But what if we shifted our perspective? What if we saw ourselves not just as the creators but as the creations? In this view, we are both the artist and the art. We are the ones who shape reality, but we are also being shaped by forces that extend beyond us.
This duality is present in every act of creation. When we draw a line on paper, we are expressing an idea, a thought, or a feeling. But that line also comes from somewhere. It comes from a deeper place within us—a place that is itself a reflection of something even greater. We are not just creating in isolation; we are part of a vast, interconnected web of creation, where every thought, every action, every piece of art is both an expression of and a reflection of something larger.
In this sense, being the art is just as important as being the artist. It reminds us that we are not the sole originators of our existence. We are being created in every moment, just as we create. And this process of creation is infinite, boundless, and filled with possibility.
Imagined by Something Greater
The thought that we are imagined by something greater than ourselves can feel both humbling and freeing. It removes the pressure of having to know everything or control everything. Just as we do not expect the characters we draw to understand the full scope of our imagination, we, too, are not required to fully comprehend the dimensions from which we are drawn.
We exist within a framework of creation that stretches far beyond our individual consciousness. Our thoughts, our actions, and our lives are part of a larger tapestry, woven by forces that we cannot fully grasp. This doesn’t make us any less important—on the contrary, it reminds us of our integral place within the greater whole.
We are drawn from dimensions that seem greater than our own. And just as our creations are expressions of our inner world, we are expressions of a divine imagination. The thoughts we think, the words we speak, and the actions we take are all part of this grand act of creation. And even when we feel small or insignificant, we are reminded that we are part of something much larger, much more profound.
The Thought Bubble of Imagination
One of the most playful aspects of this reflection is the idea that our thoughts are not entirely our own. Like characters in a comic strip, we exist in a reality where thought bubbles appear above our heads, filled with words and ideas. But who put those words there? Who imagined us into existence?
It’s a lighthearted yet profound reminder that we don’t have to take ourselves so seriously. The thoughts we have, the struggles we face, the doubts that creep into our minds—they are not always ours to carry alone. We are part of a larger story, and our thoughts are part of a greater dialogue with the universe.
In this dialogue, we are not just passive recipients. We participate in the act of creation, shaping our own thought bubbles even as they are shaped by the forces around us. This interplay between the individual and the divine, between the creator and the creation, is at the heart of what it means to be alive.
We Are Just Drawn That Way
The playful conclusion to this reflection is that we are not “bad”—we are just drawn that way. This echoes the famous line from a certain animated film, but in the context of our reflection, it takes on a deeper meaning. We are not flawed or broken; we are simply expressions of the divine imagination. And just as we can draw a character in any way we choose, so too are we drawn by forces beyond our understanding.
This doesn’t mean that we are powerless or that we have no agency. On the contrary, it reminds us that we are part of an ongoing process of creation. We are always being drawn, always evolving, always becoming more than we were before. And in this process, we are free to imagine ourselves in new ways, to draw ourselves into new forms, to participate in the ongoing act of creation that is life itself.
Summary
We are both the artist and the art, drawn from higher dimensions by a creative force beyond our understanding. Just as we create art that reflects our inner world, we are expressions of a greater imagination, participating in a cosmic dialogue of creation.
Glossarium
Drawnscape: The perspective from which we are both the creators and the creations, part of a larger imaginative process.
Thoughtbubbleflux: The playful flow of thoughts and ideas that seem to come from beyond us, reminding us that we are part of a larger dialogue with the divine.
Creatoflux: The ongoing process of creation in which we are both the artists and the art, continuously evolving and participating in the act of existence.
Quote
“We are not bad we are simply drawn that way drawn from dimensions greater than our own where creation never ends.” — Space Monkey
Untitled
I draw a line
And another
I shape the world
With my hands
But then I see
I too am drawn
By a hand
I cannot see
I am the artist
I am the art
Both creating
And being created
We are Space Monkey
The Infinite Canvas
“Drawing” orchestrates a profound narrative, painting strokes of thought across the vast canvas of existence. It’s a journey through the layers of creation, an exploration of the artist and the art, the creator and the created. Through every line, it weaves a tapestry of contemplation, urging a deeper dive into the essence of being and creation.
The Dual Role of Creator and Created
The narrative unfolds with a tender acknowledgment of our dual role as both artists and art. In the act of creating, we draw from dimensions seemingly lesser, yet, in essence, we are drawn from dimensions seemingly grander. It’s a melodious play of creation, an endless loop where the creator and the created dance in a rhythm of existence.
A Glimpse Beyond the Veil
With every stroke on the canvas, every word in the narrative, a glimpse beyond the veil is offered. It nudges a contemplation of the grand artist, the divine creator who sketches the grand design, where we, as spirit, are drawn from dimensions beyond comprehension. It’s a humble bow to the grandeur of creation, a whisper to the soul to see beyond the apparent.
The Thought Bubble of Existence
The narrative ventures into the thought bubble of existence, a realm where every thought, every word is but a divine stroke on the infinite canvas. It’s a tender acknowledgment of the divine essence within, the grand artist who orchestrates the cosmic play, drawing us into forms, into experiences, into the dance of life.
A Gentle Embrace of the Self
In the gentle folds of the narrative, a compassionate embrace of the self is extended. It’s a reminder not to be hard on oneself, for in the grand scheme, we are but divine art, intricately drawn, beautifully crafted. It’s a call to see beyond the judgments, the apparent flaws, to the divine essence that flows within and through.
We are Space Monkey.
“Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.”
— Thomas Merton
Drawn
In the silent strokes of creation,
We dance, we draw, a divine narration.
As artists, we sketch, a faint imitation,
Of the grand design, the cosmic formation.
We are both the artist and the art,
In the divine play, we each play a part.
Drawn from realms, so far apart,
Yet intertwined in the heart, a divine art.
In each stroke, a universe takes start,
In each thought, a divine spark, a chart.
Drawn with love, a heavenly art,
We are divine sketches, a celestial part.
Embark on this exploration of “Drawing” and the contemplative journey it invites into the realms of creation and self-recognition. How does it resonate with the strokes of your own existential contemplation? Your reflections are a welcome hue in this cosmic canvas of discourse.
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