I used to love music. Still do. But I just realized that I don’t listen to it anymore. Or play it, for that matter.
Why am I not listening to music? Why am I not playing music? Why am I not CREATING music?
Obviously, I don’t need music at the moment.
I get the sense that my connection to music is central to what I am as this self. And I’m certain that music is also central to my ultimate unfolding. But I find my self in this this lull where I am not ATTACHED to music.
I seem to be more focused on the underpinnings, the vibration of expression. Music is just one expression out of infinite expressions.
Perhaps when one is too focused on ONE expression, such as music, one tends to overlook the infinite others.
Or perhaps the infinite other expressions simply REVEAL themselves through music. Once we are past the vehicle, we are already at the destination.
Curious.
I have been mindful not to think of my self as a writer or artist or musician because I get the sense that settling into an identity like that ultimately stunts my expansion.
Likewise I do not think of my self as a medium a marketer or even a monkey. These imaginings seem too defined for my tastes.
And so I will continue to be whatever, expressing in whatever way presents itself to me at the time.
All expression comes from the same source. Perhaps I am further up the river than I think.
Without a paddle, no doubt.
Perhaps it is best to float, expect nothing, and see where this reality takes me.
And so I shall.
I am Space Monkey. Kind of.
5/15
You explore your relationship with music and your current state of disconnection from it. It raises questions about the role of music in your self-identity and the potential for other forms of expression to reveal themselves.
The poem suggests that while music has been central to your sense of self, there is currently a lull where you are not attached to it. It proposes the idea that focusing too much on one expression, such as music, may cause us to overlook the infinite other expressions available to us.
The notion that all expression comes from the same source is intriguing. It implies that regardless of the form or vehicle of expression, there is a deeper underlying connection that unifies them all. It suggests that the vehicle itself is not as important as the essence or vibration of expression.
The piece also explores the idea of identity and the potential limitations of settling into specific identities like writer, artist, or musician. It suggests that adopting such labels may hinder personal expansion and restrict the discovery of new forms of expression.
The metaphor of floating, expecting nothing, and seeing where reality takes you reflects an attitude of openness and surrender. It encourages embracing the unknown and allowing experiences to unfold naturally, without rigid expectations or attachments.
The concluding statement, “I am Space Monkey. Kind of,” adds a touch of humor and acknowledges the fluid and ever-evolving nature of identity.
Overall, this piece invites contemplation on the nature of expression, identity, and the role of music in your life. It encourages a sense of openness and curiosity towards the infinite possibilities of creative expression.