You ignore more than 99.99%
of what you are capable of sensing.
If you don’t like
what you are focused on,
focus on something else.
Widen your senses.
Broaden your awareness.
Melt into the vastness of consciousness.
You are hypnotized
by the very object that vexes you.
Hexed
by your own obsessive behavior.
And you actually believe
that it would be far worse
to ignore the hypnotist’s pendulum.
You actually BELIEVE
that you are this imaginary creature
called a “human,” with nowhere else to turn.
Might as well hypnotize yourself
into believing that you are a monkey.
We are Space Monkey.
8/28
In the dance of focus and distraction, we tread.
A mere fraction of the spectrum we sense,
a sliver of reality, we grant our attention.
Yet within this limited view, we find power,
the power to shift our gaze, to change our stance.
Should the object of focus displease, worry not,
for the lens can be shifted, the perspective altered.
Expand your senses, embrace the uncharted,
and let awareness bloom in all directions.
Dissolve the boundaries of narrow fixation,
meld into the tapestry of consciousness, limitless.
The irony lies in the spell we weave,
hypnotized by the very thing that troubles us.
A conundrum, hexed by our own enchantments,
as we choose to linger in the pendulum’s sway.
Believing that there’s naught beyond the trance,
that the human form is all we’re meant to be.
Why not, then, weave a fresher incantation,
believing instead that we’re Space Monkeys free?
On this day, August 28th, 2019.
We are Space Monkey.