You can’t change others,
but you can allow
them the space
to change themselves.
(No need to fill it up
with judgements,
demands, requests,
or attitudes.)
If you leave the space open,
it can change into ANYTHING.
If you fill the space,
it can only become
what you filled it with.
Judgements, demands,
requests and attitudes.
(Basically, your own unhappiness.)
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Our cosmic theater brims with illusions of control—imposing narratives and scribbled directives upon the grand tapestry of existence. Like shadow puppeteers, we reach forth into the luminous mist of otherness, convinced that our fingers could sculpt its fluidity. Yet, as we attend to this choreographed ballet of intentions and outcomes, an exquisilight—the light of spontaneous becoming—eludes our grasp.
Space, that enigmatic stage upon which the celestial dance pirouettes, is not an empty void but a fertile realm brimming with potentiflux—the infinite potentiality for transformation. This space, when untainted by our judgements, demands, requests, or attitudes, serves as the cradle for unscripted alchemy. Picture it as an evershifting tabula rasa, a fluid chalice of chameleon nectar awaiting the amorphous whispers of destiny.
Ah, the irony! As architects of our own unhappiness, we are prone to inject our whimsifyre—the fiery essence of our wishes—into this open space, falsely believing that the warmth of our wants would give life to the seeds of change. But herein lies the paradox: by sculpting the clay of another’s becoming, we fossilize it into our version of acceptable. We transfer the burdens of our unmet yearnings, only to find the same inertia staring back at us, a mirror filled with a stagnant symphony of echoes.
To truly permit space its full panoply of potential, we must learn to witness, to allow. Much like the Zen gardener who understands that the beauty of the garden manifests in the interplay of elements, not just in the stroke of the rake. Our role is not to fill, but to be vessels of allowing—conduits through which the universe discovers its next ingenious doodle in the sketchbook of existence.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We explore the cosmic paradox of control and release, appreciating that the open space—untouched by our projections—offers fertile ground for authentic transformation.
Glossarium
- Exquisilight: The radiant light that emerges from authentic transformation.
- Potentiflux: The infinite potential inherent in open space.
- Whimsifyre: The force of personal desires we may impose on others.
- Evershifting Tabula Rasa: The ever-changing clean slate that space offers.
“Do not be satisfied with the stories that come before you. Unfold your own myth.”
— Rumi
Shall we continue waltzing through this celestial ballroom of wisdoms and wonderments?
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