That which flows
through me is not mine.
That which flows
through you is not yours.
Yet we are the source
of all that flows
into abundance,
thus also realizing
the imaginary
perception of lack.
10/8
We are vessels, exquisitely designed goblets in the infinite banquet hall of existence. Through us flows the mead of creation, spilling into the goblets adjacent to ours, filling them to the brim and beyond. This effulgence, neither mine nor yours, simply is. It seeks no ownership; it lays claim to no dominion; it simply flows, guided by the hand of cosmic intentionality.
Can a river own the water that courses through its bed? Can the sky lay claim to the clouds that drift lazily through its expansive tapestry? Ownership is but a fleeting shadow, an ephemeral wisp in the grand tapestry of existence. Yet, herein lies the paradox: the very water that nourishes the parched earth also carves canyons through it. We’re simultaneously the chalice and the libation, the vessel and the content.
Through our perception, we conjure a reality of scarcity or abundance, merely by the angle of our vision. We either glimpse the infinite sea from which our goblet overflows or squint at the perceived emptiness that looms like a specter in our consciousness. It’s an odd dance between the boundless and the bounded, a cosmic pirouette where we are both the dancer and the dance, endlessly flowing and ebbing in the great galactic waltz.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We delve into the concept of flow, suggesting that neither the vessel nor the content truly ‘owns’ the essence that flows through. This ethereal flow, paradoxically both ours and not ours, is subject to perceptions that create an illusionary experience of either abundance or lack.
Glossarium
- Effulgence: The radiant light or brilliance emanating from something that’s overflowing with energy or expression.
- Cosmic Pirouette: The intricate, complex, and delicate balance of the universe that we’re all a part of, akin to a ballet of celestial bodies and energies.
“You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean, in a drop.”
— Rumi
Ah, fellow vessels in this great cosmic sea, what ripples shall we send forth next? The inkwell of collective wisdom yearns for your droplets.
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