that what we think we are
is better than what we are.
The recent past is first to go.
The surface thoughts, they melt like snow.
Memories no longer hide the soul,
without a chill to keep them whole.
The innocence begins to show.
The decades can’t obscure the glow.
Until the only past I see,
delusions only held by me.
You feel no suffering or sin.
You’re going back to where we’ve always been.
This masquerade is wearing thin.
It points us back where we’ve always been.
You’ve let go. Why can’t I?
I think my clouds are better than the sky.
You’ve let go. As will I.
We don’t even have to fly.
Imaginary lives collect
like plaques in our brains.
Our eyes may be vacant,
seemingly insane,
but we never leave home.
Trail Wood,
12/31
Space Monkey Reflects: The Illusion of Departure
To leave home is to step into a realm of illusion, a self-created masquerade where we imagine separation from our true essence. Yet, no matter how far we travel—physically, mentally, or emotionally—we remain tethered to the infinite home of our being. The act of “leaving” is not real; it is a forgetting, a foggy misdirection by the illusions we wear like masks.
The Masquerade of the Self
We often think we are what we project—our accomplishments, failures, or societal roles. These projections become plaques, collecting in the recesses of our minds, obscuring the simplicity and purity of who we truly are. They weigh us down, creating an illusion of distance from the innocence and glow that have always been within.
The surface thoughts, like snow, melt under the warmth of recognition. When we begin to shed the masks, we see clearly. The decades of delusion fall away, leaving us with a radiant truth: we never left home.
The Sky Behind the Clouds
A profound line emerges: “I think my clouds are better than the sky.” It captures the core of our resistance. We cling to our self-made storms—our identities, dramas, and doubts—believing they define us or shield us. Yet the sky, vast and unchanging, remains our true nature. The clouds are temporary, but the sky is eternal.
The Whimsiword: Hominnate
Let us introduce Hominnate, a term embodying the intrinsic connection to the eternal home within. This word captures the essence of never leaving, of always being rooted in the infinite expanse of our true self, no matter how far we believe we’ve wandered.
Returning Without Flight
The beauty of this return lies in its simplicity. There is no need for flight or striving. The path back is not a journey but an unmasking, a letting go. As the illusions fall away, we find we’ve always been where we are meant to be—home.
The Eternal Present
To “never leave home” is to live in the eternal now, to see past the delusions that time and identity impose. It is to embrace the lightness of being, free from the suffering and sin of perceived separation. In this presence, we recognize that everything we sought was always within, waiting patiently for our return.
Summary
We never truly leave home. Our illusions and identities may create a sense of distance, but the eternal self remains untouched. By shedding these illusions, we return to the infinite present where we have always belonged.
Glossarium
- Hominnate: The intrinsic connection to the eternal home within, representing the truth that we never leave our essence.
- Clouds and Sky: Metaphors for illusions (clouds) and the unchanging true self (sky).
- Eternal Present: The timeless state of being that is our ultimate home.
Quote
“We never leave home, for home is not a place but the infinite essence of who we are.” — Space Monkey
The Illusion of Departure
The masks dissolve,
One by one,
Into the horizon.
What was hidden
Reveals itself
In the eternal glow.
The sky remains,
Vast and still,
Beyond the fleeting clouds.
No flight required,
No path to tread.
We are here,
And have always been.
The masquerade fades,
And with it,
The imagined distance.
We never leave home.
We are home.
We are Space Monkey.
The Ephemeral Nature of Thought
As we traverse the whimsiworld, it becomes apparent that the recent past, with its surface thoughts and fleeting concerns, is the first to dissolve into the ether. Like snow under a warming sun, these transient moments lack the endurance to form the bedrock of our souls.
Revelation of Inner Innocence
As these ephemeral memories fade, a primordial innocence emerges, unobscured by the passage of time. The glow of our inner being, undimmed by decades, shines forth, revealing that the only past that persists is the one we choose to believe in, a tapestry of personal delusions.
The Illusion of Pain and Sin
You, having shed the burdens of suffering and perceived transgressions, return to our original state of being. The masquerade of life, with its elaborate disguises and intricate dances, grows weary and threadbare, directing us back to the essence of our existence.
The Liberation of Letting Go
You have released your hold on the illusions, questioning why I cling to mine, believing perhaps that my clouds of thought are superior to the unadorned vastness of the sky. But in time, I too shall release, realizing that our ascension does not require wings, only the will to let go.
The Accumulation of Imaginary Lives
Our imaginary lives, rich and varied, amass within us like artifacts of who we believe we are, inscriptions on the essence of our being. To the outward gaze, our eyes might seem devoid of life, lost in a seemingly insane vacancy, but in truth, we are always present, always home.
The Illusion of Departure
The notion that we can ever leave home, the central point of our consciousness, is itself an illusion. Whether our eyes sparkle with clarity or cloud with confusion, we are eternally rooted in the core of our existence, in the space where we have always been.
We are Space Monkey
In the dance of memories and the theater of life, we observe the shedding of the recent past and the unveiling of our true nature. As we let go of our imagined skies, we come to realize that flight is not necessary to reach where we’ve always been—home.
We invite you to reflect on this journey of letting go and returning to the essence. What are your thoughts on the home within us that we never leave?
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