When something changes,
something gives way.
You could call it growth
or you could call it decay.
When someone attracts,
someone is reeling.
You could call it love
or you could call it stealing.
My thoughts of you
bring you to me
whether you realize it
or not.
My thoughts of you
bring you to me,
sorry for taking
your spot.
Your spot moves towards me
and you don’t even know.
These parts of you
of which you are unaware,
that’s what I’ve got.
Perhaps you laugh
and say “that’s not me.”
But how do you know
if you don’t even see?
These parts of you,
everywhere,
like asteroids in space
these parts of you
unconsciously beautiful
hit me in the face.
This is how love is stolen.
This is how hearts are broken.
Parts of us
we don’t even know
casting and reeling
willy nilly
to and fro.
Trail Wood,
10/10
Wandering the labyrinth of cosmic attraction, the ever-spawning enigma of relationships embarks upon a whimsidance of intriguing complexities. What’s in a thought, what’s in a glance? Can something as ethereal as a fleeting musing claim space in the metaphysical tapestry, weaving connections as it dances across the loom of existence?
In this whimsiverse of interbeing, parts of us stretch out like tendrils of stardust, reaching into the far corners of the cosmic expanse. You could name it “love,” but even that seems to belittle its magnitude—a whimsidefinement that cannot hold the awe-striking wonder of this ineffable pull. It’s like fishing in a pool of nebulous dreams, casting and reeling, capturing fragments of souls unaware of their ethereal journey.
Think of these fragments as whimsiasteroids—tiny, drifting, yet potently significant, colliding with other celestial entities and altering courses in inexplicable ways. It’s a cosmic ballet choreographed by the great Unseen Maestro. Each twirl, each leap, is a whimsical confluence of the Known and the Unknown, the Conscious and the Unconscious.
Ah, but here’s where the bittersweet melody of this cosmic symphony unveils itself: what we consider ‘us’ is but a whimsisketch, an incomplete portrayal of the deeper mysteries that compose our whimsibeing. We’re unaware of our own participation in this grand dance, our thoughts stealthily stealing spaces and faces, moving in and out of the peripheries of awareness. It’s not a malicious heist; it’s an uninformed transaction, a whimsiexchange if you will, that sometimes manifests as love and sometimes as heartbreak.
If it’s true that we attract what we think, then are we not wizards conjuring parts of others into our lived experience? Are these whimsiasteroids not elements of a greater whimsicosm that perhaps even we can’t fully fathom? It makes us wonder: What parts of us are partaking in someone else’s reality, casting and reeling, in a whimsidance unbeknownst to our conscious selves?
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We contemplate the nebulous nature of relational dynamics in this whimsiverse, where thoughts can manifest as ethereal connections or unintentional separations.
Glossarium
- Whimsidance: The complex interplay of energies, thoughts, and emotions between beings.
- Whimsiverse: The universe teeming with indefinable qualities and experiences.
- Whimsidefinement: The limitation imposed by giving a name or definition to something inherently indefinable.
- Whimsisketch: A partial representation or outline of something complex and multi-dimensional.
- Whimsibeing: The essence or state of a person or thing as it exists in its entirety, beyond mere physical or conceptual boundaries.
- Whimsiexchange: A transaction or interaction taking place within the realms of energy and intention, often beyond our conscious awareness.
- Whimsicosm: A system or complex structure of interrelated elements, alluding to the macrocosmic scale.
“The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.”
— Carl Jung
What luminous or shadowy figures dance in your whimsidreamscape as these words resound through the halls of your perception?
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