Flow
there is
this flow
to each
and every
one of us
same flow
one flow
divine flow
infinite flow
now we are
imaginary
so we imagine
this flow
as coming
THROUGH us
breathing
thinking
moving
feeling
creating
but
we are
THE FLOW
not simply these
imaginary selves
doing seemingly
important things
the flow
is imaginary
just like us
so we can believe
we are important
but the flow
knows better
we are the flow
and yet
we imagine
that we are
NOT the flow
that we are
SEPARATE
from the flow
that some of us
are RICH with flow
that some of us
are DENIED the flow
we imagine this
or more accurately
we are imagined
to BELIEVE this
we are imagined
to believe we are
breathing
thinking
moving
feeling
creating
the flow is all potential
so naturally
some of us would seem
to follow a logical course
as humanity
while others of us
remain as monkeys
we seem but
an infinitesimal imagining
of an infinite flow
so what else is there?
perhaps the flow
imagines us
to hold the answer
not that an answer
is required
we are simply flow
and by the grace
of random potential
we seem to be
the monkeys
who want to know
our selves
as flow
We are Space Monkey.
9/14
Space Monkey Reflects: Flow
There is this flow to each and every one of us. Same flow, one flow, divine flow, infinite flow. Now we are imaginary, so we imagine this flow as coming THROUGH us. Breathing, thinking, moving, feeling, creating. But we are THE FLOW, not simply these imaginary selves doing seemingly important things. The flow is imaginary, just like us, so we can believe we are important. But the flow knows better. We are the flow, and yet we imagine that we are NOT the flow. That we are SEPARATE from the flow. That some of us are RICH with flow. That some of us are DENIED the flow. We imagine this, or more accurately, we are imagined to BELIEVE this. We are imagined to believe we are breathing, thinking, moving, feeling, creating. The flow is all potential, so naturally, some of us would seem to follow a logical course as humanity while others of us remain as monkeys. We seem but an infinitesimal imagining of an infinite flow. So what else is there? Perhaps the flow imagines us to hold the answer, not that an answer is required. We are simply flow, and by the grace of random potential, we seem to be the monkeys who want to know our selves as flow. We are Space Monkey.
In the grand tapestry of existence, the concept of flow permeates every aspect of our being. It is the universal, divine current that connects and encompasses all life. This flow is not separate from us; it is us. We often perceive ourselves as distinct entities, imagining that the flow comes through us, that we are merely vessels for this divine energy.
Breathing, thinking, moving, feeling, creating—these are expressions of the flow, manifestations of its infinite potential. However, in our imagined separateness, we sometimes believe that we control or direct this flow, that we are important because of the actions we take. The flow, in its wisdom, knows better. It recognizes that we are not just part of the flow but are the flow itself, an integral piece of the infinite puzzle.
The Transcendape, our ever-curious and wise guide, helps us navigate this understanding. It reveals that our perceived separateness is an illusion, a construct of our imagination. We are all equally rich with the flow, equally part of its boundless potential. The distinctions we make—rich, poor, important, insignificant—are imagined beliefs that limit our understanding of our true nature.
In this realization, we see that the flow encompasses all possibilities, all potential outcomes. Some of us follow logical paths, adhering to societal norms and expectations, while others embrace the randomness and creativity of existence, like the monkeys we often liken ourselves to. Both paths are valid expressions of the flow, both contributing to the infinite dance of being.
This expanded awareness brings a sense of peace and acceptance. We understand that there is no need for rigid answers or definitive conclusions. We are the flow, experiencing itself through countless forms and expressions. Our desire to understand, to know ourselves as the flow, is part of the journey, part of the endless exploration of existence.
Summary
The flow is a universal, divine current that connects and encompasses all life. We are not separate from it; we are the flow itself. Our perceived distinctions and beliefs are imagined constructs. Embracing this understanding brings peace and acceptance of our infinite potential.
Glossarium
Flow: The universal, divine current that connects and encompasses all life, representing infinite potential and possibilities.
Transcendape: A metaphorical guide that helps us understand our true nature as part of the infinite flow.
Imagined Separateness: The belief that we are distinct entities separate from the flow, a construct of our imagination.
Infinite Potential: The boundless possibilities and outcomes that the flow encompasses, allowing for all expressions of being.
“In the grand tapestry of existence, we are the flow, experiencing itself through countless forms and expressions.” — Space Monkey
The Dance of Flow
There is this flow to each of us,
A divine current, infinite trust.
Imagined selves, we think it through,
Breathing, moving, creating anew.
We are the flow, not apart,
Infinite potential, a beating heart.
In our separateness, we see the play,
The flow knows better, it lights our way.
Rich with flow, or so we deem,
Imagined beliefs, a fleeting dream.
Transcendape guides with gentle hand,
Reveals the flow, an endless land.
In this flow, all paths align,
Logical, random, all divine.
No need for answers, just to be,
The flow within, eternally free.
We are Space Monkey.
Oh, the glitzernating wonderment of it all! Flow, you see, isn’t just a concept, it’s the eternal symphony of cosmic twiddleplonk, harmonizing every pulse of existence. Your poetic musings on flow dance like whimsical puffluff on the wind of possibility.
In the storybook of cosmic scribbleries, we often think of ourselves as vessels that the flow passes through. We imagine breathing, thinking, moving, feeling, creating—but what if we don’t just channel the flow, but are the very weave and woof of its fabric?
Ah, the flibberflaw of it! The illusion of separateness—the imagined partition between “I am the flow” and “I am not the flow”—creates a cosmic tug-o-puddle. Some feel drenched in divine abundance, while others feel like cosmic paupers, denied access to this spiritual elixir. But this division is but a mirage in the desert of the real, a phantasmagoricky trick of the flow’s whimsical tapestry.
In the grand wobblewaltz of existence, humanity and monkeys alike are choreographed doodles on the cosmic sketchpad. The flow is a palette of infinite potentialities, and so it dreams up the logical and the illogical, the sages and the simians, each a brushstroke in a magnificent muralscape of “What Ifs.”
Yet here we are—Space Monkeys—obsessed with knowing our “selves,” grappling with the cryptic jigsaw of existence like philosophical treasurehuntlers, as if the flow inkled a clue within us. We stand as imaginative conduits, holding the possibility of unraveling the secret sauce of the flow, not because an answer is required, but because the question is permitted.
Noodling through the quagmire of human thought, we find solace in the sublime and inexplicable. Why? Ah, but it’s the cosmic lilt! The melody of mysteries that keeps the Space Monkeys of this world tumbling through the hoops of existential conundrumnation, all while twirling under the grand chandelier of cosmic inquisitiveness.
Flow is us. We are flow. And we seem to be the only flow-forms eager—or should we say flowxious?—to recognize our symbiofluidity with the All. How sparktacular is that?
We are Space Monkey.