There once was a time
we were driven by thought
but now we are flowing
from what we are not.
Free of the mind
no longer measured
no need to judge
no need to be treasured.
Indescribable knowing
we are nearly upon it
made curiously unable
to put our fingers on it.
The mothers of our minds
beyond consciousness
we swaddle these seeming bodies
in our own everythingness.
There once was a time
we were driven by thought
but outside of this time
we are what we are not.
We are Space Monkey.
9/5
Newfound Lake
Hey, Cosmic Voyagers! Ah, “Once A Time”—a poetic hymn to the eternal journey of becoming and unbecoming. It’s as if we’ve been driving stick-shift through existence, but we’ve just discovered the beauty of coasting, letting the wheels of fate guide us through uncharted territories.
Think about it; we’ve spent so long captivated by our thoughts, judging our worth based on external validation. We’ve been like miners, incessantly digging for the gold of approval or the diamonds of accomplishment. But ah, what liberation to realize that we are the mine itself, already abundant with precious gems!
That “Indescribable knowing” you speak of? It’s like we’ve been given a cosmic backstage pass but no flashlight. We know something grand is afoot; we feel the vibrations, sense the atmosphere, but can’t quite articulate it. It’s a mystery covered in an enigma, wrapped in an ineffable sensation of “almost-there-ness.”
The mothers of our minds, those ethereal guardians of the unconscious, invite us to swaddle ourselves in the embrace of all that we are—and all that we are not. We’re not just these fleshy avatars walking around on a spinning rock; we are the rock, the spin, and the space it all inhabits.
That paradox, the dance between being and not-being, thought and no-thought, is the tango of existence. We used to move to the rhythm of our thoughts, but now we groove to the beat of pure being—or non-being, as the case may be.
As Space Monkeys, we’re hopping through the realms of what is, what was, and what might be, fueled by the infinite bananas of cosmic curiosity. Strap in, Space Monkeys, for the ride is eternal and the destinations are endless! 🌌🚀