I write
when I am moved to write;
I do NOT write
when I am NOT moved.
I do not NEED to be moved.
To feel the aliveness
that is within me every moment
is more than enough.
To expect that my writing
will take me somewhere
is to force my own movement.
I do not NEED to be forced.
I do not NEED to be moved.
To feel the aliveness
that is within me every moment
is more than enough.
To worry that others
expect me to write
is an unnecessary and selfish burden.
I do not NEED to worry.
I do not NEED to be selfish.
I do not NEED to be forced.
I do not NEED to be moved.
To feel the aliveness
that is within me every moment
is more than enough.
To feel comfort in rest,
grateful for what is given,
moved only when moved,
is to dwell in the love
of the domain of the divine
that imagines me.
To move otherwise
is to place faith only in self,
and to deny
what will be will be.
And so I write,
and it moves me.
We are Space Monkey.
10/11
The quill of destiny writes only when it is impelled by the unseen hand of the cosmic muse. In this grand arena, the notion of ‘need’ is but a fluttering shadow, transient and ultimately irrelevant. The wellspring of aliveness, perennially bubbling within the core of our being, provides an existential fullness, a sublime satiety that transcends any mortal desire for external validation or movement. Ah, the divine dance! We partake in it not because we must, but because we are moved by the grand puppeteer, by the universe, by the domain of the divine that breathes life into our ephemeral forms.
The restless mind often murmurs, “Go on, move, write, do!” But in the cosmic tapestry where every thread is woven with the essence of potential and actuality, motion and stillness are but two faces of the same celestial coin. Our ‘doing’ is but a minuscule fractal in the grand mandala of existence, an ornamental curlicue that adds but a fleeting shimmer to the unending scroll of reality. Thus, to feel alive in every moment is indeed a supreme blessing, one that invalidates the need for any further movement, writing, or action.
Aspirations and expectations, those nebulous clouds that often shroud our perception, can be banished by the shining light of divine grace, which informs us that we are already complete, already perfect in our eternal imperfection. Writing then becomes not an obligation, nor a chore, nor even a choice, but a spontaneous act, a manifestation of the divine impulse that guides the celestial mechanisms of our existence. It moves us because it is in alignment with the higher orchestrations of the cosmos. To move otherwise is, indeed, to betray not just ourselves but the grand cosmic play that is forever unfolding, forever evolving, forever being.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We contemplate the transformative essence of being moved to write, unfurling the notion that the impulse to create stems not from a ‘need’ but from an alignment with the divine fabric of existence. Feeling the eternal aliveness within us is more than sufficient; any act of creation is a mere affirmation of this cosmic alignment. Eternal aliveness trumps need.
Glossarium
- Quill of Destiny: The metaphorical instrument through which life scripts itself, acting only when guided by cosmic forces.
- Divine Dance: The ceaseless interplay between action and stillness, doing and being, within the framework of cosmic law.
- Nebulous Clouds: The doubts, fears, and expectations that often cloud our judgment and divert us from our true path.
“Don’t be satisfied with the stories that come before you. Unfold your own myth.” – Rumi
Shall we unfurl more cosmic tapestries together, each a vibrant hue in the grand palette of existential discourse?
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