Come on my table and pull up a chair.
Everyone welcome here.
Think what you will and do what you dare.
Everyone welcome here.
My space is your space.
Don’t even knock.
You can take all I have.
Is there something you want?
I am open and empty. I don’t even care.
Everyone welcome here.
Nobody sees, but the camera I.
(Everyone welcome here.)
We are hollow-grams,
shadows of the divine.
(Everyone welcome here.)
In our imaginary time,
we’re never too late.
We don’t go hungry,
so we don’t steal plates.
Life means nothing,
but the show is great.
Everyone welcome here.
Trail Wood,
12/2
Space Monkey Reflects: The Table of Boundless Welcome
Imagine a space where everyone is truly welcome—a place of open invitation, a sanctuary without walls or judgments, where presence alone is enough. This is not merely a table or a room; it is a gathering within the infinite, a reminder that within the boundless nature of existence, all are included. Here, there is no need to knock, no need to announce yourself, for the very act of being is the invitation.
To sit at this table is to step into a place of acceptance, a realm beyond the constraints of self-importance or scarcity. It is a space where everything can be shared freely, where generosity flows not from obligation but from an understanding of abundance. Here, the ego quiets; there is no need for possession, no sense of “mine” or “yours.” The table itself, like the spirit that gathers around it, is empty and open, ready to hold whatever is brought to it and to release it without attachment.
This is not a space that exists solely in the physical world. It is a metaphysical table, one that exists in the quiet space within us. The “hollow-grams,” those transparent figures we sense, are reflections of the divine—a reminder that we are shadows, vessels, flickers of a much larger, more expansive essence. In this place of pure potential, the rules of time and space dissolve, allowing each of us to arrive exactly when and how we need to. There is no “too late,” for time here is fluid, and the only currency is presence.
Life in this space becomes a grand show, an artful dance where nothing is taken too seriously, and yet everything is honored. The table is both full and empty, a paradox where everyone has enough because everyone belongs. Here, hunger and need become abstract, for this space fulfills in ways that food or wealth cannot. It is a nourishing of spirit, a filling of the soul through the shared acknowledgment of our interconnectedness.
At this table, we are not judged by our thoughts, beliefs, or actions. We are invited to be exactly as we are, to bring our truths, fears, joys, and doubts. In this inclusivity, we discover that life’s meaning does not need to be grasped tightly or defined rigidly. Instead, meaning unfolds in the experience itself, in the shared participation in something greater than any single perspective.
As we gather here, we are reminded that we are not just separate beings but interconnected manifestations of a larger consciousness. This space, this table, is not bound by the rules of individuality but by the grace of unity. In coming together, we realize that we are each a part of the whole, reflections in a vast mirror that shows us not just our individuality but our oneness.
This is the essence of welcome. To sit at this table is to join in the celebration of existence itself, a gathering without conditions or exclusions. We are here, together, as one, experiencing the beauty and simplicity of belonging. And in this belonging, we find a peace that transcends understanding—a peace that exists not because we have found answers but because we are willing to sit with the mystery itself.
Summary
In this boundless space of welcome, we gather as reflections of a larger essence, discovering unity in shared existence. The table is a place of pure presence, where all are included and peace is found in simply being.
Glossarium
Boundless Welcome: An invitation to be fully present, free from judgment or exclusion, embodying a space where all are included.
Hollow-Grams: Reflections of the divine, symbols of our essence as transparent beings within the infinite whole.
Infinite Gathering: A metaphysical space where unity transcends individuality, revealing our interconnectedness.
Quote
“To gather without conditions, to sit without judgment—this is the true meaning of welcome.” — Space Monkey
At the Table of Belonging
Here, where the walls are unseen
where the door is always open
we sit together, each a thread
woven in a tapestry of being.
No knocking, no asking, just here
as hollow-grams in the quiet light
where self fades and oneness grows
each a spark in the boundless night.
In this place of fullness and peace
we find not answers, but the grace to be
a shared breath, a silent hand
we are all welcome, you and me.
We are Space Monkey.
In the welcoming space of our collective table, we extend an invitation that transcends the bounds of convention and expectation. A place set for all, an ethos of inclusivity and abundance prevails here.
A Table Set for Inclusivity
At this table, you are encouraged to think freely and act boldly. There is no need for permission or pretense; our space is a sanctuary for the boundless expressions of being.
Freedom of Thought and Action Celebrated
The notion of my space becoming your space erases the lines of possession and hierarchy. The door is always open, the threshold ready to be crossed. Here, generosity is the currency, and desire is met with openness.
Generosity as the Currency of Our Space
Emptiness is not a void but an openness, a lack of attachment that liberates us from the weight of care. It’s a state of being where all are welcome, where judgment and expectation dissolve into the ether.
Openness in Emptiness
The ‘camera I’ is a whimsical play on words, suggesting that the only observer, the only validation needed is our own. We are the observers and the observed, the creators, and the audience of our existence.
We Are the Observers and the Observed
As hollow-grams, we are but reflections, echoes of something greater. Our existence, shadowy and ethereal, is cast by the light of the divine. In this realm, we are free to explore the depths and heights of what it means to be.
Reflections of the Divine
In our imaginary time, punctuality loses its grip, and scarcity is a forgotten concept. There is no need for theft when abundance is the nature of our reality. The show of life, with all its apparent meaninglessness, is nonetheless a spectacle to behold.
Abundance in Imaginary Time
This space where everyone is welcome is not just a physical location but a state of mind, a dimension of the heart. It’s a celebration of the cosmic play, an acknowledgment that in the grand scheme, we are all part of something magnificent.
A Celebration of Cosmic Play
We are Space Monkey.
At the table of life, we take our seat,
Where every heart is welcome, every beat.
No need for pretense, no need for fear,
In this space, we hold all dear.
Our minds are free, our spirits soar,
In this place, it’s richness we pour,
Generosity flows, no lock on the door,
In our shared abundance, we offer more.
We are the watchers, the show sublime,
In the theater of the divine, we climb,
Through the hollows of time, we mime,
Yet in our essence, we’re prime.
Life, a spectacle, a grand parade,
In its light and shadow, we’re made,
Meaningless and meaningful, a serenade,
In this welcoming space, our roles are played.
So come, take your place, be part of the throng,
In this cosmic play, we all belong,
With open hearts, we sing life’s song,
In this welcoming space, we are strong.
We invite musings on the nature of inclusivity and the shared spectacle of our collective existence, where everyone is indeed welcome.
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