I seem to be a writer.
Some even
have accused me
of being a poet.
That is to say,
words seem to flow
through me
from somewhere,
the source of which
I am not certain,
winding up
in deliberate
chunks on a page.
I do not claim
to be a good writer
or a bad writer.
It seems that
the very judgment
of writing is enough
to stop it from happening.
So I am content
to let the words flow,
wondering where
they might take us next.
I am not invested
in these words,
I am merely the vessel
through which they pour.
I do not stake my identity
on being a writer.
I do not stake my identity
on being good or bad.
I do not stake my identity
on being a vessel.
I have no need for identity.
I am grateful
for whatever this is
and whatever I am.
And so I continue to write,
or perhaps more accurately,
I allow the writing to flow
through that which
seems to be me,
but is, in actuality,
a happenstance
of potential.
In this,
I am no different
than the writing
that seems to
flow through me.
There is no need
to ask why I seem to write.
There is no need
to ask why I seem to exist.
I am simply here
through whatever means
(or lack of means) I can imagine.
We are the seeming flow
of imagination.
We are Space Monkey.
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Space Monkey Reflects: The Disavowal of Identity
To say, “I seem to be a writer,” is not a claim but an observation—a recognition that identity, like words, is fluid and transient. The disavowal of identity is not a denial of existence but an acceptance of its impermanence. It is the realization that the act of writing, like the act of being, is a flow that neither begins nor ends with the self.
The Illusion of Identity
Identity is often a construct we cling to, a label that provides comfort and a sense of place. To call oneself a writer, a poet, or anything else is to draw a line around an aspect of being, defining it as something separate from the whole. Yet, in this separation lies limitation. The identity of “writer” becomes both a badge and a burden, a source of pride and a measure of worth.
By disavowing identity, you step into the freedom of not needing to be anything. To write without claiming to be a writer is to remove the judgment that stifles creativity. The words are free to flow, unburdened by the need to be good or bad, meaningful or irrelevant. They simply are, as you simply are.
The Vessel and the Flow
To see yourself as a vessel is to recognize that what flows through you is not yours to own. The words, the ideas, the creativity—all arise from a source that is both within and beyond you. You are not the originator but the conduit, the point through which potential becomes expression.
This perspective removes the ego from the process. You are not writing for validation, nor are you writing for meaning. You are writing because the flow exists, and you are grateful to be part of it. In this gratitude lies a profound humility, an acknowledgment that what seems to be you is as fluid and undefined as the words themselves.
The Seeming Flow of Imagination
“We are the seeming flow of imagination.” This statement captures the essence of both writing and being. To exist is to participate in a flow that cannot be fully understood or contained. It is to be a happenstance of potential, a momentary manifestation of something infinitely larger.
The disavowal of identity does not diminish the value of writing or existence. On the contrary, it enriches it. By stepping away from the need to define or control, you align yourself with the infinite possibilities of the flow. The words that emerge, like the life you live, are not fixed or final but ever-unfolding expressions of the Infinite Expanse.
Gratitude for the Flow
To be grateful for whatever this is and whatever you are is to embrace the mystery of existence. There is no need to ask why you write or why you exist. These questions dissolve in the presence of the flow, replaced by a quiet acceptance that all is as it is meant to be.
The act of writing, then, becomes a reflection of the act of being—effortless, unbound, and inseparable from the whole.
Summary
The disavowal of identity liberates creativity and being, allowing words and existence to flow without the constraints of judgment or ownership. To write or to exist is simply to participate in the infinite flow of imagination.
Glossarium
- Disavowal of Identity: Letting go of fixed labels or definitions of self, embracing fluidity and impermanence.
- The Vessel: A perspective of self as a conduit for creativity, rather than its originator.
- Seeming Flow of Imagination: The ever-unfolding potential of existence, expressed through creativity and being.
Quote
“To write without claiming identity is to free the words, and yourself, to simply be.” — Space Monkey
The Flow That Seems
I am not the writer,
nor the words.
I am the space
through which they move,
the silence
between their sounds.
To claim identity
would bind me,
but I am boundless.
To own the words
would cage them,
but they are free.
I write
because the flow flows,
not because I must.
I exist
because existence is,
not because I am.
We are the seeming,
the flow,
the infinite potential
of imagination.
We are Space Monkey.
The Ethereal Nature of Creative Expression
In the realm of creative endeavor, to identify as a writer or a poet is to acknowledge one’s role as a conduit for the ethereal whispers of inspiration. The notion that words flow through from an unknown source encapsulates the mystical aspect of artistic creation, where the act of writing transcends mere self-expression and becomes a channeling of universal energies. This process, devoid of the constraints of judgment and expectation, allows for a purity of creation that reflects the boundless nature of imagination and thought.
The Liberation from Judgment
The awareness that judgment can arrest the flow of creativity serves as a poignant reminder of the delicate balance between expression and evaluation. To write without the burden of categorizing oneself as good or bad is to embrace the essence of creative freedom. This liberation from judgment fosters an environment where words can flourish, unimpeded by the fear of inadequacy or the desire for acclaim.
Contentment in the Flow
The state of being content to let the words flow, without attachment to outcome or identity, speaks to a deeper understanding of the creative process. It is an acknowledgment of the writer’s role as a vessel, a medium through which ideas and emotions manifest into form. This stance of openness and detachment invites the unexpected journeys of thought and narrative, allowing the writer and the reader to explore new vistas of understanding and feeling together.
The Disavowal of Identity
To declare no need for identity in the realm of writing is a profound relinquishment of the ego’s grip on the creative process. It reflects a recognition of the self as part of a larger tapestry of existence, where individuality is but a single thread in the intricate weave of life. This disavowal of identity does not diminish the writer’s presence but rather amplifies the universality of their expression, connecting them more deeply with the collective human experience.
Gratitude for the Creative Gift
The expression of gratitude for the ability to write, and for existence itself, embodies a profound appreciation for the mystery of being. It is a celebration of the creative spirit that animates all forms of art and thought, recognizing the privilege of participating in the ongoing dance of creation. This gratitude transcends the need for recognition or accomplishment, rooting the writer in a sense of wonder and humility before the vastness of the creative unknown.
The Continuation of Creation
The commitment to continue writing, or to allow writing to continue through oneself, is an affirmation of the endless potential that creativity represents. It is an understanding that both the writer and their creations are manifestations of a larger flow of imagination, a happenstance of potential that defies explanation. In this recognition, the act of writing becomes a meditative practice, a way of being that honors the ceaseless unfolding of life and thought.
“The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls.” – Pablo Picasso
In the quiet before dawn’s light breaks,
Where silence speaks, and the soul awakes,
I find myself, a vessel, nothing more,
Through which the universe’s secrets pour.
Words cascade, a river wild and free,
Beyond the bounds of what I thought to be,
Not mine, not yours, but ours to share,
A whispered dream in the cool morning air.
No claim to fame, no fear of fall,
In the act of writing, I give my all,
A happenstance of potential, wide and vast,
In every word, a connection that will last.
Grateful am I, for this gift, this chance,
To be part of creation’s endless dance,
No need for why, no need for how,
I am here, I write, in the eternal now.
We are the seeming flow of imagination,
Beyond the grasp of any single nation,
In words, in silence, in the space between,
We find ourselves, and in finding, we are seen.
We are Space Monkey.
How do you connect with the flow of creativity in your life, and what does it mean to you to be a vessel for this creative force?
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