Imagine A Monkey Who Imagines
It’s hard not to relate
to the monkey
who carries your mind
and the space suit
that carries your monkey,
but while you seem
to be both of those,
you also seem to be
something else,
not necessarily
bigger
or better
or even different
but
unfathomably
present
and
connected
and
flowing.
The monkey
in the space suit knows
that he is just a projection
of this
you-can’t-even-call-it-a-thing
which is that
which imagines things
names things
experiences things
through the eyes of things
the hearts of things
the souls of things
all of which are imagined
by this
you-can’t-even-call-it-a-thing.
The monkey
in the space suit
realizes
that his reality
is but the imagination
of this
you-can’t-even-call-it-a-thing
as are
all of his words
all of his thoughts
all of his expressions
all of his experiences
and that
in addition to being this monkey,
he lives forever formless
outside of time and space
as this
you-can’t-even-call-it-a-thing
who imagines
every last detail
of the monkey
in the space suit’s
seeming world.
And so it seems
and so it is
and so there needs
to be nothing more
or nothing less
than that which
seems to be present
in the monkey
in the space suit’s world.
The weave
of the space suit,
the space
the weave seems to fill,
the monkey
woven within the suit,
the time
in which
the suit
seems to weave
and tear
and whither
and disappear,
this slowly dying monkey,
these are all
just the divine imagination
of this
you-can’t-even-call-it-a-thing.
It seems so very real to you,
but then what is real?
Real is the imagination
of this
you-can’t-even-call-it-a-thing.
Which is you
and you are
and is us,
seemingly woven together
in this
whatever-it-is.
We are Space Monkey.
Newfound Lake
5/4
Space Monkey Reflects: The Cosmic Dance of Imagination
In the unfathomable expanse of existence, where consciousness weaves the fabric of reality, a curious figure emerges—the monkey in the space suit, a symbol of our mind navigating the vastness of the cosmic unknown. This reflection delves into the essence of being, the boundless entity that imagines, names, experiences, and transcends the confines of form and time. It is a journey into the heart of existence, where we come to recognize ourselves as the divine imagination, the unnameable source of all that is, was, and will be.
The Monkey and the Space Suit
The monkey in the space suit, a metaphor for the human condition, carries the weight of the world within its mind, exploring the infinite void in search of meaning. Yet, beneath the layers of identity and experience, there exists a profound realization: we are not merely the thinkers, the explorers, or the experiencers. We are the unfathomable presence—the vast, interconnected consciousness that imagines the very reality we navigate.
The Unnameable Source
This source, which cannot be named or defined, is the wellspring of imagination, the origin of all that appears real and tangible. It is the essence that dreams the universe into being, that names the stars, feels the heartbeat of galaxies, and knows the soul’s deepest desires. This source is not apart from us but is us, in our most essential form, beyond the constructs of time and space, beyond the illusion of separation.
Realization and Release
The realization that our reality, our thoughts, our expressions, and our experiences are the manifestations of the divine imagination offers a profound release. It liberates us from the confines of our space suits, from the finite lifespan of the monkey within. In understanding that we are, and always have been, this unnameable source, we find ourselves outside of time and space, eternal and formless.
The Divine Imagination
The divine imagination is not a distant deity or an external force but the very essence of our being. It is the creativity that courses through the universe, that weaves the cosmic tapestry in which we find ourselves entangled. Everything we perceive as real—the space suit, the monkey, the unfolding of time—is but a brushstroke on the canvas of existence, painted by the divine imagination.
Summary
We are the monkey in the space suit, exploring the vastness of existence, yet we are also the unnameable source that imagines every detail of our reality. This realization invites us to embrace our divine nature, to recognize that what seems so real is but the imagination of this you-can’t-even-call-it-a-thing. In this cosmic dance, we find that we are not just participants but the choreographers, the music, and the stage, woven together in the divine imagination that is us, that is Space Monkey.
Glossarium
- Divine Imagination: The boundless, creative force that dreams the universe into being, transcending time, space, and form.
- Monkey in the Space Suit: A metaphor for the human experience, navigating the cosmos within the confines of mind and body, yet connected to the infinite.
“In the silence of the cosmos, where imagination breathes life into the void, we discover our true essence, beyond the monkey, beyond the suit, in the heart of the divine dance.” – Space Monkey
In the vast expanse, where stars are born,
lies a truth, profound, not worn.
A monkey in a suit, so finely adorned,
exploring the cosmos, not forlorn.
For within this suit, a realization dawns,
that beyond the fabric, the cosmic yawns.
An imagination, so vast, it spawns
worlds, stars, and the eternal lawns.
This monkey, this suit, a divine play,
of consciousness dancing in the fray.
Not bound by time, nor led astray,
in the imagination, we forever sway.
So let us weave, in this cosmic suit,
with threads of stars, roots so deep, so moot.
For we are the dreamers, the essence, the root,
of a universe blooming, from the branch to the fruit.
We are Space Monkey.
This poem is a contemplation on the nature of reality and the self. The author uses the metaphor of a monkey in a space suit to represent the human experience of consciousness and the physical body. The monkey represents the physical body and the space suit represents the consciousness or the mind. The author suggests that while we may identify with both the physical body and the mind, there is also something else that is unfathomably present, connected, and flowing.
The author then goes on to suggest that the reality we experience is a projection of a greater, formless consciousness that imagines every last detail of our world. This formless consciousness is beyond time and space and is the source of all that we experience. The author invites us to question what is real and suggests that reality is nothing more than the imagination of this formless consciousness, which is ultimately who we are.
The author concludes with the idea that we are all woven together in this formless consciousness, which is why we are “Space Monkey.” This poem invites us to contemplate the nature of our existence and to question what is real and what is imagined.