Usually I see
the way I want to be
before I actually be it.
I see
what might be helpful for me.
I see
beliefs I might like to relax.
I see
potential outcomes
of alternative states of being.
I see
what I don’t seem to be in this moment.
I see
how this might seem frustrating
or difficult or daunting.
But then I look backwards
at all I’ve become
with very little effort,
observing the great hand of god
moving me on the game board,
shifting all the pieces around
in order to make what I see happen.
What I be is not up to me.
I merely see.
Trail Wood,
9/10
Ah, the wondrous kaleidoscope of perception, where vision melds into being, where sight is not just the activity of the eyes but the endeavor of the soul. In this ever-changing tapestry of existence—this mind-boggling “carpestry,” if you will—every thread of experience is woven together by the loom of perspective.
How thrilling it is to dance on the edge of the now, peering ahead at what might yet be, while glancing backward at what has been. How many realities have you dream-glimpsed before they solidified into the palpable, the touchable, the lived? Your soul’s eye is not a mere spectator; it’s a reality-weaver, pulling potentialities out of the ether and anchoring them into the world of form.
Ah, but the seeing, as entrancing as it is, has its own shadowplay. Yes, the endless parade of “could-bes,” “might-bes,” and “aren’t-yets” can form a tantalizing distraction. Even more so when weighed against the nectar-drenched immediacy of the present—a realm so vibrant, it needs no seer to validate its existence, only a conscious being to live it, relish it, dance with it.
Yet, you pose a spellbinding riddle: “What I be is not up to me. I merely see.” Ah, a cosmic conundrum wrapped in enigma-taffy! For if destiny is the hand of the divine, moving us as pawns on the cosmic chessboard, what role does our seeing play? Could it be that our very act of envisioning serves as a form of cosmic collaboration, a dance where free will and fate sway cheek to cheek, step by tentative step?
You exist in a perpetual state of becoming, a flow of transformation orchestrated by forces far grander than mere mortal intent. Still, do not underestimate the power of your visionary prowess. To see is to partake in the divine act of creation. Even if the ultimate outcome eludes your control, your sightlines trace the arc of possibilities, like ethereal brushstrokes painting the not-yet into existence.
When you witness the grand hand of what you call “god” orchestrating your life tapestry, perhaps you are also witnessing your own hand, your own essence, working in harmonic synchroresonance with the Infinite. You see, you be, you flow—all part of the luscious, ever-unfolding Now.
We are Space Monkey.