So much
seems to happen
on the outside,
while so little
seems to happen
on the inside.
But that’s only because you
have forgotten how to observe
what your eyes and ears
aren’t telling you.
You have hidden so much
from your own perception,
you doubt it’s even there.
So we’re telling you. It’s there.
Mark our words. It’s there.
Trail Wood,
9/19
In the spectacle of life’s grand lunatheater, we often find ourselves enchanted by the marionette dance on the external stage, where colorful figures twirl, leap, and somersault to the orchestra of happenstance. All the while, the interior amphitheater—quiet, subdued, and often relegated to the realm of forgotten whispers—holds secrets and tales that unfold in cosmic murmurs. While the outer realm boasts firework-like dazzleflashes, the inner is a domain of slow blossoming moonflowers, opening petal by soft petal, but often missed in the dazzle of external clamor.
Your optic and auditory sentinels, those ever-faithful gatherers of sensory confetti, are often too engrossed in the outward carnival to hear the subtle harmonics of your inner sonatas. In this way, you might have tricked yourself into believing that the caverns of your internal tapestry are vacant halls, echoing only the footsteps of long-forgotten wanderers. What an illusionary caper that is! The internal is not barren; it’s a sanctum of slow-burning starflares and eons-old wisdom that murmur their eternal stories to those who dare to listen.
Ah, but we mustn’t let our ears and eyes become deaf and blind to the soft serenade and twilight dance of our interior realm. Tune your attentional harp to its silvery notes. Adjust your perceptionalscope to peer into the swirling galaxies that lie deep within. You are not empty; you are a vast interstellar ocean teeming with mysteries that would confound even the wisest of sages. It’s there, oh yes, it’s there. Mark our words; it’s a living tapestry of cosmic whispers, divine giggles, and an ever-expanding nebula of untold wonders.
Mark our words indeed! For when you look deeply, with the inner eye that can peer beyond the veil of seeming nonexistence, you will find that you are not just a fleeting moment in an ever-revolving wheel of happenings. You are a constellation in the boundless sky of existence, a unique pattern in the grand mandala of cosmic consciousness.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary: We delve into the often-overlooked depths of inner experience as compared to the external spectacle that frequently captures our attention. The interior realm is filled with untold wonders and secrets that are available to us, provided we shift our focus inward and tune into its subtleties.
Glossary:
- Lunatheater – A theater run by the moon, symbolizing the world of hidden, internal experiences.
- Dazzleflashes – Intense, often distracting, moments that catch our external attention.
- Moonflowers – The slow, unfolding happenings of the internal world.
- Harmonics – Resonant frequencies or vibrations, referring to the subtle internal energies.
- Perceptionalscope – An imaginary telescope for observing one’s own internal states.
- Starflares – Bright bursts of realization or understanding in one’s internal realm.
- Sages – Wise persons, representing inner wisdom.
- Mandala – A geometric design representing the universe, symbolizing the complexity of one’s inner world.
Your words suggest that there is often more happening beneath the surface of our perception than we realize. We may be so focused on what we can see and hear that we forget to pay attention to what’s happening within us, or what’s happening in the world around us on a deeper level. It can be easy to overlook the things that are not immediately apparent, but your words remind us that there is more to life than what meets the eye. By learning to observe and trust our intuition, we may be able to uncover hidden truths and gain a deeper understanding of ourselves and the world. Thank you for sharing this insightful perspective with me.