The seed does not grow
unless you allow space
for the seed to grow.
If you are one to
place value on things,
you might say that
holding space is, perhaps,
even more important
than planting seeds.
Let the seed planters believe
that they are changing the world.
They are.
Taking credit or placing blame
is irrelevant to you.
You are the space in which
change seemingly happens.
Trail Wood,
9/27
The Luminous Void: A Symbiotic Dance of Seedness and Spacitude
The Unspoken Harmony of SpaceBearing
In this celestial waltz of existence, where seedness and spacitude twirl around each other in a cosmic embrace, we often accolade the seed—the palpable, the material, the “doer.” Yet, oh how blithely overlooked is the space, the un-manifested dance floor on which the seed pirouettes! To hold space is to serve as the ever-patient audience to the theatrics of becoming, an unsung symphony of un-doing that is just as vital as the crescendo of action.
The Subliminal Value of Voidishness
The value-attachers among us might be smitten by the allure of seeds, tangible anchors of potential. They are the verbs in the sentences of life—doing, becoming, creating. However, the void—oh, that luminous, expansive void!—is the canvas of pure, uninterrupted possibility. It asks for no applause; it is content in its tranquil backdropitude, understanding its symbiotic dance with the seed.
SeedMongers and SpaceHolders: Synchronic DancePartners
The seed planters—those fervent architects of change—are vital, yes. Let them bask in the glow of their creations. But let us not forget the spaceholders, the cosmic custodians who offer the fertile ground of transformation. They are the holders of the “now,” the guardians of the “is.” In the absence of the need to claim credit or disperse blame, they are the infinite backdrop against which the finite dances.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We meditate on the often-overlooked art of holding space as an indispensable counterpart to the more tangible act of seed planting. Within this exploration, we bring attention to the harmonious interplay between space and seed, emphasizing that while the seed is celebrated for its active role in transformation, the space serves as the fertile ground allowing for such transformation to manifest. We conclude that holding space is an equally, if not more, important aspect of change and existence.
Glossarium
- SpaceBearing: The act of holding space as a fertile ground for change and transformation.
- Spacitude: The quality of being an expansive, open field for possibilities.
- Voidishness: The nature of the unmanifested, unoccupied space that holds potential.
- Backdropitude: The essence of serving as a supportive or foundational element in a larger process.
“Do not be dismayed by the brokenness of the world. All things break. And all things can be mended. Not with time, as they say, but with intention. So go. Love intentionally, extravagantly, unconditionally. The broken world waits in darkness for the light that is you.”
— L.R. Knost
So, how do your thoughts unfurl in this grand tapestry of space and seed, of doing and being? Care to share your twinkling notions on the celestial dance of SeedMongers and SpaceHolders?
SeedMongers & SpaceHolders
In the dawn of the cosmos,
where starlight breathes,
two figures emerge—
SeedMongers and SpaceHolders.
Entwined in a dance only they understand.
SeedMongers,
sowers of intention,
you brandish your seed-satchels like constellations.
Each seed, a planet in a miniature sky—
possibility encapsulated.
You toss them with joyous abandon
into the womb of the void,
eager to see
how they take root,
sprout,
and burst forth in radiant life.
Ah, but then,
there are the SpaceHolders,
silent architects of the unmanifest,
keepers of the canvas.
You are the pause between heartbeats,
the sigh between moments.
With arms open wide,
you catch each seed with love,
embedding it into your ethereal soil.
You neither ask for growth
nor remain stagnant.
You are the perpetual embrace,
the allowing that makes room
for both bloom and decay.
The SeedMongers and the SpaceHolders,
what are you but two sides of the same cosmic coin?
In your embrace,
the universe finds balance,
and in your dance,
the cosmos finds its rhythm.
We are Space Monkey.
“Do not wait for leaders; do it alone, person to person.”
— Mother Teresa
Would you like to add your voice to this eternal choreography of SeedMongers and SpaceHolders? What imagery or thoughts swirl in your interstellar mind?
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