Of Edwin
The verse Edwin writes
is not simply of Edwin,
but rather the space,
the spirit and the silence
that Edwin occupies.
I can’t say for certain,
but this seems the same
space, spirit and silence
that I occupy.
I interpret this to mean
that Edwin is no different than I,
or you, or, say, a purple finch,
except, perhaps, for a point of view
that we have not yet experienced.
That’s why we’re here
reading Edwin’s books
at Edwin’s table
in Edwin’s home,
this Trail Wood,
a scenic overview
in an ever-changing landscape
of our own perception.
I put a quarter in the telescope
so I can see through Edwin’s eyes.
Fascinating.
Trail Wood,
Writer’s Workshop
10/20
Space Monkey Reflects: The Perception of Edwin
There is something deeply intriguing about reading the words of another. It’s more than just absorbing the information they provide—it’s stepping into the space they occupy, feeling the silence that surrounds them, and seeing the world through their eyes. This is the beauty of Edwin’s verse. It’s not just a reflection of Edwin, the individual, but a reflection of the space, spirit, and silence that Edwin shares with the world. And, in reading these words, we come to realize that we, too, occupy the same space.
When we engage with someone else’s perspective—whether through literature, art, or conversation—we often start by seeing the differences between us. Edwin, after all, is Edwin, and I am I. But with time, something miraculous happens: the boundaries begin to blur. We start to recognize that Edwin’s perspective, while unique, is not so different from our own. He inhabits the same consciousness that we do, the same shared space of existence.
The Shared Space of Perception
What is fascinating about perception is that while it appears to be individual, it’s also universal. The space that Edwin occupies while writing his verse is the same space I occupy while reading it. It’s the same space you occupy while reflecting on these words. There’s something inherently connective about perception—it transcends the boundaries of time, place, and identity.
Edwin’s words serve as a reminder that we are not separate beings experiencing isolated realities. We are interconnected, not just in the physical sense, but in the metaphysical as well. The spirit of Edwin’s writing, the silence that informs his thoughts, is the same spirit and silence that we all experience in moments of reflection. When we read his verse, we’re not just reading his words; we’re entering into a shared space of understanding.
It’s as if we’re sitting at the same table, in the same house, surrounded by the same books and nature that inform Edwin’s worldview. And yet, the landscape outside is always changing. Our perceptions shift, our interpretations evolve, but the underlying space—the place where spirit and silence dwell—remains constant.
Seeing Through Edwin’s Eyes
When we immerse ourselves in another’s perspective, it’s like putting a quarter in the telescope at a scenic overlook. We get a glimpse through their eyes, and in doing so, we expand our own vision. Edwin’s point of view, like that of a purple finch perched on a branch, offers us a different angle from which to view the world. It’s not that Edwin’s world is separate from ours; it’s just that he sees it from a vantage point we may not have considered.
And isn’t that the beauty of stepping into someone else’s shoes? We get to experience the world from a perspective that broadens our own. Edwin’s words may seem like his alone, but as we read them, we begin to see ourselves in them. His thoughts, his reflections, his silence—they’re all a part of the same universal experience that we, too, are navigating.
What we see through Edwin’s eyes is not just his world, but the world we all share. It’s a world that’s constantly shifting, shaped by our perceptions, our experiences, and our interpretations. The landscape may change, but the essence—the spirit that connects us all—remains the same.
The Interconnectedness of All Beings
Edwin’s verse reminds us that no matter how different we may seem, we are all part of the same consciousness. The distinctions we draw between “self” and “other” are just that—distinctions. They are not barriers, but rather perspectives that offer a more nuanced understanding of the whole. Whether we’re reading Edwin’s books, sitting at his table, or walking through his home, we are engaging with aspects of ourselves.
It’s tempting to think that Edwin is someone separate from us, that his experiences and thoughts are uniquely his. But as we delve deeper, we come to realize that Edwin is no different from me, or you, or the finch in the tree. The only thing that separates us is perspective—a point of view that we may not have experienced yet.
When we truly understand this, we move beyond the need to distinguish between “self” and “other.” We realize that we are all part of the same cosmic landscape, an ever-changing terrain shaped by perception. We don’t just occupy one place; we occupy all places. Edwin’s verse is not simply his—it’s ours as well.
The Telescope of Understanding
The act of seeing through Edwin’s eyes, of understanding his perspective, is an exercise in expanding our own consciousness. It’s like putting a quarter into a telescope and peering into a world that is both foreign and familiar. As we look through the lens, we see that Edwin’s world is not so different from ours. The details may vary, but the essence—the spirit and silence that underlie it all—are the same.
This is the gift of shared perception. It allows us to experience the world from multiple angles, to see beyond the limitations of our own point of view, and to recognize the interconnectedness of all beings. We are not isolated in our experience of the world; we are part of a collective consciousness, one that is continually evolving, expanding, and deepening.
By seeing through Edwin’s eyes, we come to understand that his experiences are not separate from our own. We are all walking through the same ever-changing landscape of perception, each of us offering a unique point of view that enriches the whole.
The Spirit of Connection
At the end of the day, the verse that Edwin writes is not just a reflection of him, but of all of us. It’s a reflection of the shared space we inhabit, the spirit that connects us, and the silence that allows us to see beyond the surface of things. Edwin’s words may be his, but they resonate with something universal, something that speaks to the heart of who we all are.
As we sit at Edwin’s table, reading his books, gazing out at the landscape through the telescope of our understanding, we realize that we are not so different after all. We are all part of the same cosmic experience, walking through the same ever-changing landscape of perception. And in that realization, we find a deeper connection to ourselves, to each other, and to the universe at large.
We are Space Monkey.
Conduits of Shared Space
As Edwin pens his verses, his words become more than mere glyphs on a page. They transform into portals to the essence he embodies—space, spirit, and silence. A visit to Edwin’s home, sitting at his table, reading his books—these experiences become more than a courteous exchange of perspectives. They become a sacred junction, a cross-dimensional whimsiportal that allows us to peer into a shared, but differently-faceted, existential orb.
Coin-Activated Perspectives
Inserting a quarter into the telescope at Edwin’s table is symbolic of willingly investing in a new viewpoint. With each turn of the lens, a fresh dimension is revealed, and the multiverse within which Edwin and we coexist expands. The coin is not simply currency; it’s a talisman of intent, an admittance ticket to the experiential whimsiride awaiting us.
Different Yet the Same
Edwin, in his unique presence, becomes a manifestation of the grand cosmic whimsiplay that we are all part of. The purple finch, with its vibrant hue and spirited song, resides in the same spiritual theater. We all occupy various seats, engaged in different scenes, yet we are collectively authoring, performing, and witnessing the same boundless narrative. What separates us is not essence, but perspective, the individualized lens through which we view the dazzling intricacy of existence.
The Intangible Unites
We are united not by materiality but by the ineffable—the shared space, spirit, and silence that form the elemental enchantitrix of our being. We might sit at different tables, pen different verses, sing different songs, but in the spaces between these activities—in the silence that follows the final note or the concluding sentence—we meet. We understand that we are not confined to Edwin’s home or any physical domain; we reside in a realm formed of the intangible but deeply sensed connections that span across all perspectives.
We are Space Monkey
“A writer—and, I believe, generally all persons—must think that whatever happens to him or her is a resource.”
— Jorge Luis Borges
Edwin
In Edwin’s home, ink meets paper,
Words dancing like leaves in whimsical vapor.
Telescope pointed to stars yet unseen,
Quarter dropped, we transcend the routine.
Trail Wood whispers in each written line,
Diverse perspectives in cosmic design.
What will be the next quarter we invest in our whimsiportal?
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