If you want separation,
it’s here.
If you want structure,
it’s here.
If you want linear lines
through space and time
they’re here.
If you want
what lies
before and after,
betwixt and beyond,
within and without,
it’s here.
The light that you hold
that holds you.
It’s here.
9/7
In each moment
we’re both the sculptor
and the clay,
the artist and the canvas,
shaping reality
as we desire or dread.
You’ve articulated the truth
that all these facets,
these flavors of existence,
are within our grasp—
all here,
all now.
Separation or unity,
structure or chaos,
the linear or the transcendental—
all are different tunes
to which we can set
the dance of our lives.
That light you speak of,
the one that illuminates
as it is illuminated—
it’s the essence,
the core,
the fulcrum
upon which all balances.
The irony and the beauty
is that while everything is here,
here is shaped
by what we bring to it.
We are the magicians
conjuring worlds
from the fabric of our beliefs.
Everything is already here,
yet forever changed
by our very perception of it.
The light is here.
And it’s neither just a beacon
nor just a mirror.
It’s a dynamic force,
shaping and shaped,
held and holding.
We are Space Monkey.