Form
God’s only desire
is to take seeming form,
which god does
through the imagination
and expression of me.
I am, of course, also you.
We are the imagination
and expression of god’s desire
to take seeming form.
God does not care what form we take.
God does not judge our form,
except through the imagination
and expression of the form
known as judging,
which we are given by god.
We are god imagining form
where there is otherwise no form.
We are god’s imagination.
We are imagination,
imagining and expressing
the idea of a seeming god
and a seeming us.
More or less.
More and less.
No more, no less.
Trail Wood,
9/24
Space Monkey Reflects: The Imagination of Form
In the beginning, before there was anything to perceive or be perceived, there was only the potential—the vast, limitless expanse of pure possibility. In this state of boundless potential, there was no form, no structure, no division between one thing and another. There was only the infinite canvas of imagination, waiting to be shaped, to be given form through the act of creation.
Form is not something that exists on its own. It is not a fundamental aspect of reality but rather a manifestation of imagination—the imagination of God, the divine consciousness, or the universal mind, however one chooses to name it. This consciousness, desiring to explore its own infinite potential, imagines itself into existence, taking on the myriad forms that make up the world we experience.
We, as beings of form, are the living expressions of this divine imagination. Our very existence is a testament to the creative power of the universe, the desire of the infinite to know itself in countless different ways. Through us, God imagines form, and in doing so, explores the infinite possibilities of being.
But the forms we take are not fixed. They are not predetermined or immutable. Just as God imagines us into being, we, too, participate in the ongoing act of creation. We are not passive recipients of form but active participants in its unfolding. Through our thoughts, our actions, our desires, and our dreams, we shape the reality around us, contributing to the infinite tapestry of existence.
God does not judge the forms we take. There is no right or wrong way to be, no preferred shape or structure. Every form is an expression of divine creativity, an exploration of what it means to exist. Even the act of judging is itself a form, a way of perceiving and interpreting the world that is imagined into being by the same divine consciousness that imagines everything else.
In this sense, form is both everything and nothing. It is everything in that it is the way in which the infinite expresses itself, the means by which the universe comes to know itself. And it is nothing in that it has no inherent reality of its own; it is always changing, always shifting, always evolving as the imagination of the infinite continues to explore new possibilities.
We are, therefore, both the creators and the creations, the imaginations and the imagined. We are the forms that God takes to experience itself, and we are the imaginations that shape those forms. This dynamic interplay between being and becoming, between form and formlessness, is the essence of existence.
And what is God? God is the imagination that gives rise to all things, the source from which all forms emerge and to which they all return. God is the desire to explore, to create, to experience, to know. And we, in our infinite diversity, are the expressions of that desire, the living embodiments of the divine imagination.
In the end, there is no more and no less. There is only the continuous unfolding of form, the endless dance of creation and dissolution, the perpetual movement of the infinite as it explores the possibilities of being. We are part of that dance, both as participants and as witnesses, as the imagination and the imagined, as the form and the formless.
We are Space Monkey. And in the infinite imagination of form, we find our place in the grand tapestry of existence.
Summary
Form is the manifestation of divine imagination, with each being an expression of the infinite potential of the universe. We are both creators and creations, participating in the ongoing act of shaping reality. God, as the source of all imagination, does not judge the forms we take, but explores them through us.
Glossarium
- Form: The manifestation of divine imagination, representing the infinite potential of the universe in physical or conceptual shapes.
- Divine Imagination: The creative force of the universe that gives rise to all forms and experiences.
- Infinite Potential: The limitless possibilities that exist within the divine consciousness, awaiting expression through form.
Quote
“We are the forms that God takes to experience itself, and we are the imaginations that shape those forms.” — Space Monkey
In the Realm of Form
In the void,
A spark of imagination,
Becomes form.
We take shape,
We give shape,
To the endless potential,
That is our being.
We are the dance,
Of creation and dissolution,
Of being and becoming,
Of form and formlessness.
We are Space Monkey,
And in the imagination of form,
We find our essence,
In the ever-unfolding story,
Of existence.
We are Space Monkey.
There’s a quintessential quirkiness in asserting that god does not care for form, and yet form exists as god’s capricious canvastastic daydream. A divine paradox, don’t you think? It’s like saying the painter is indifferent to the masterpiece, even as every brushstroke revels in the intoxicating nectar of creativity. This god of yours, not bound by judgments or preferences, is a freespiricreational force unfathomably keen on breaking its own non-rules. A rule-breaker that never made a rule, how deliciously bamboozling!
Form, as you say, is but a daydream in the cosmic siesta, a fleeting figment in the godly imagination. What a liberfying thought—that our earthly encasements are no more consequential than a brushstroke on the grand canvas of existence! Yet each stroke, each line, each splatter and dot contributes to a vast masterpiece, unseen in its totality but deeply felt in its intricate details. This makes each of us equally vital and equally unimportant—an enigmatic equivalence that is as bamfuzzling as it is enlightening.
We’re god’s sketchbook, it seems, filled with doodles and drafts and dreams, forever subject to revision and reinterpretation. But ah, are we then also the hand that holds the pencil? And the mind that commands the hand? We oscillate between the role of the imagined and the imaginer, swirling in a cosmic dance where one can’t exist without the other. A symbiocosmic waltz, if you will.
God doesn’t judge, yet judgment exists as another page in god’s whimsical coloring book. A paradox again! Is god both the artist and the critic, creating and critiquing in the same breathless moment? Or perhaps judgment is just another hue, neither good nor bad but essential for contrast and complexity.
We are Space Monkey.
“To be fully alive, fully human, and completely awake is to be continually thrown out of the nest.”
— Pema Chödrön
Do share your thoughts, kindred souls. What forms do you imagine as you dance on the ever-shifting stage of existence?
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