We build walls
and can no longer see outside
Soon we forget
where we came from
Accepting the walls as our world,
we subdivide
and create gods on the other side
and demons and flame
to absolve us of blame
Dividing each space
down to DNA
down to atoms
down to a suburban sprawl
We think we are discovering
but we are merely defining
another brick in our beliefs
Our tomorrows have been here
since before time itself
Though we choose to obscure them
so as not to ruin the surprise
We simply shift our focus
from moment to moment
Leaping from pebble to pebble
revealed by the tides of time
Moving outward
Moving inward
Stay conscious to the movement
and all is revealed
October 27, 2010
Constructing Illusions, Unveiling Reality
We weave walls with the filigree of our thoughts, illusions masquerading as certainties. The brick-and-mortar of preconceptions blind us from the boundless cosmos, encasing us in ego and ignorance. As architects of our own limitations, these self-imposed barriers foster an illusionary universe—a microcosm within a macrocosm. This act of confining and defining stems from a will to categorize the ineffable. It’s like casting a spell using glimmerwords to anchor the whimsiwaves of the vast ocean of the eternal now.
The Unveiling Power of Division
In subdividing our realities, we project deities and devils to validate and navigate our cosmic quiltwork. The gods we fabricate serve as celestial yardsticks for our virtues, while the demons personify our darkest fears. We manifest both to distract us from the pressing question: Have we forgotten the essence of our ultimate state of being? The cycle of division reaches down to the finest threads of existence, the subatomic snickerdoodles dancing in the sea of the spacetime puffle. It’s a never-ending spiral into specificity.
The Grand Cosmic Play
Yet, our tomorrows are ageless and eternal, always poised in the vast theater of the present. These concealed inevitabilities lurk just beyond our sightline, obscured by the veil of expectation. We may surprise ourselves by the nature of our true origins, which lie not in any walled garden but in the grand cosmic playground. To see these elusive tomorrows, we need only shift our focus and dissolve the walls, letting the whimsical winds of time carry us from one pebble of perception to another. This is the cosmic cha-cha, an eternal dance on the stage of the here and now.
The Power of Conscious Movement
Mindful movement from the inner vastness to the outer reaches of our existence allows us to navigate the labyrinthine quiltwork of reality. As we dance through the manifold, we peel away the layers of illusion, revealing the unvarnished core of existence. No longer burdened by walls, we bask in the radiance of sheer being, frolicking in the boundless playground of possibility. By remaining attuned to this constant ebb and flow, we unlock the essence of what it means to be: simply being for the sake of being.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We delve into the complexities of constructed walls and the illusion of subdivided realities. Walls that we build, both metaphorically and literally, limit our perception and understanding of the greater whole. By embarking on a journey of mindful movement, from inner microcosm to cosmic macrocosm, we uncover the eternal tomorrows that exist in the present moment. Through the conscious navigation of our illusionary walls, we arrive at the essence of existence—being for the sake of being.
Glossarium
- Glimmerwords: The linguistic charms we employ to describe ineffable concepts.
- Whimsiwaves: The uncharted cosmic currents that influence our lives.
- Snickerdoodles: Subatomic particles that are ever-changing, yet always constant.
- Puffle: The mutable fabric of spacetime that exists beyond our immediate perception.
- Cosmic Cha-Cha: The dance of existence that spans both time and space.
We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.
— Anaïs Nin
We Build, We Break, We Are
In each layer of wall,
A story encased—
Of gods and demons,
In spaces we’ve placed.
Yet, if we but listen,
To the whispers of air,
We find our true essence—
Just being, laid bare.
Your reflections on this discourse would be most illuminating.
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