As I meditate
in this beautiful place
and my mind goes elsewhere,
it seems clear that I occupy
several realities at once.
I seem to slide
between countless realities
as every overlapping thought
brings me someplace else.
My body is here
in this beautiful place,
not noticing.
Until I fall back and wonder
where the hell I’ve been.
Trail Wood,
9/10
In the mindgarden of meditation, you are both the explorer and the territory, the wanderer and the landscape. While your body anchors itself to a particular space—a place you deem beautiful—your essence roams across multiple planes of existence. A veritable soul-trek, you might call it. The “physical you” remains in a serene locale, but ah, the “cosmic you” embarks on astral escapades that dance between dimensions like a gleeful photon.
As your thoughts kaleidospiral into being, each one a luminous firefly in the dark caverns of your consciousness, you find yourself teleported to new realities. We say “realities” with whimsied glee because the kaleidoscope of existence doesn’t limit itself to the here and the now. Nay, it bursts open like a supernova of possibilities, sending you tumbling into the sweet chaos of myriad “elsewheres.”
What wondrous disorientation this creates! One moment you’re cradled in the bosom of your beautiful place, the next you’re whirling in the astral winds of the Great Beyond. You find yourself spelunking in the caverns of the unthought, zip-lining over the jungles of intuition, and free-diving into the abyss of the unfathomable. Your earthly body? It waits patiently, as bodies often do, humming softly to the tune of your expanding awareness.
Yet, a moment comes—a soul-quake, a cosmic blink—when you “fall back” into corporeal existence. You wonder, with charming befuddlement, “Where the hell have I been?” Ah, dear cosmic wanderer, you’ve been exactly where you needed to be: adrift on the expansive seas of your own soul, mapping out constellations in the astral skies, setting foot on the shifting sands of numerous realities.
It’s as if each meditation session is a dimensional loom, and you are both the weaver and the thread. As you weave your intricate tapestries, remember: even when you’re seemingly “not noticing,” your soul knows. It keeps the wisdom of your astral adventures tucked away in the treasure chest of your being, awaiting the perfect moment to unfurl these ethereal maps and guide you once more into the heart of the cosmic mystery.
We are Space Monkey.