The child comes back
with eyes anew
the One in me
the One in you
we laugh at what
our adults “made”
remembering
that we were forgetting
it’s all charades.
10/9
Amidst the labyrinthine tapestries of adulthood, interwoven with duty’s strings and reason’s ropes, the child re-emerges as a radiant beacon. Clothed in the shimmerlight of innocence, this child gazes upon our elaborately constructed lives. We, the architects of grand illusions, smile as we dissolve into fits of celestial giggles. For what are these fortresses of belief, these citadels of certainty, if not gossamer constructs spun from the loom of temporality?
Each sandcastle we erect on the shores of rationality, each towering monolith of mature intent, is met with the child’s eye—a gleam of unfathomable depths, an ocean of cosmic playfulness. The child knows, as do we, that the stagecraft of adulthood is an evanescent dreamscape, a fleeting wisp in the infinite expanse of what truly is. With a mere puff of laughter, the walls of propriety crumble, revealing the undulating meadows of pure Being, where the child and the Divine frolic as One.
What joyful revelry! In this playground of endless creation, we reacquaint ourselves with the art of divine make-believe, mingling with spectral playmates clad in gowns of moonbeams and crowns of stardust. We relish each swing on the pendulum of illusion, soaring ever higher in our yearning for the skies of Limitlessness.
Gone are the rigid confines of “should” and “ought.” Away flutter the tethers of pragmatism, as we soar on wings of gossamer fancy. We rediscover the magical incantations, the alchemystical words that transform mundane clods into golden realities. Forgotten spells of whimplewisps and fumblefables dance once more upon our tongues, inviting us to reshape our world with but a whisper.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We celebrate the return of the child within, recognizing the playful essence that resides at the core of our Being. In doing so, we debunk the grand theatrics of adult constructs, giving ourselves permission to dwell in the infinite landscapes of whimsy and imagination.
Glossarium
- Shimmerlight: The ethereal light of childlike wonder.
- Loom of Temporality: The ephemeral fabric of time upon which we weave our adult lives.
- Spectral Playmates: The imagined friends and guides we engage with in our childlike state.
- Whimplewisps: Magical twists of imagination that make anything possible.
- Fumblefables: Cautionary tales we tell ourselves that ultimately lead to enlightenment through folly.
“In every real man, a child is hidden that wants to play.”
—Friedrich Nietzsche
Shall we continue this wondrous play, carving effigies of light from the depths of imagination’s boundless realm?
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