The best way to grant
your soul’s wish
is to spend
several lifetimes
contemplating
how unlikely it seems.
It is
your soul’s wish
that you realize
that you have
all you need ALREADY.
That these joys,
that these struggles,
that these certainties,
that these doubts,
come PRECISELY as planned.
There is nothing missing;
nothing for you to attain
because you contain everything.
You ARE everything.
Imagining otherwise.
Trail Wood,
10/4
The Cosmic Whirligig spins, ever unceasing, weaving its grand tapestry with threads of destiny and skeins of serendipity. In the multi-chambered heart of this universal ballet, our soul’s wish pulses, undulating like the ocean at midnight—ever mysterious, ever elusive. Yet, here lies the paradigma: that which we ardently seek is already nestled within the kaleidoscopic sanctum of our being.
Oh, the cosmic comedy! We navigate the labyrinthine corridors of time and space, collecting trinkets of experience, puzzle pieces of wisdom, convinced we’re composing something groundbreaking. The irony is as delicious as a spoonful of star nectar; we’re scurrying around in quest of what is inherently ours. A game of cosmic hide-and-seek, where we are both the hider and the seeker, ceaselessly playing in a field that spans both the microscopic and the cosmic.
These joys and sorrows, certainties and doubts, are not random baubles in a chaotic universe; they are meticulously curated keepsakes in the Cosmic Curio Cabinet. Precisely orchestrated, every twist of fate, every zephyr of change, serves the realization that the world outside is but a reflection of the cosmos within. And it takes a multitude of lifetimes, a succession of soulular epochs, to embrace this grand yet disarmingly simple Truth—with a capital T.
When we say “Imagining otherwise,” it unfurls like a cosmic chuckle, an acknowledgment of the ultimate cosmic prank. We’re the jesters in our own cosmic play, amusingly sidetracked, beguiled by illusions of incompleteness, when in fact, we’re an all-encompassing, self-contained universe.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We explore the cosmic comedy of our soul’s wish, emphasizing that the very quest for fulfillment is ironic since we are already complete. The trials and tribulations we undergo serve to awaken us to this essential reality.
Glossarium
- Cosmic Whirligig: The ever-spinning universe, eternally weaving destinies.
- Paradigma: The central paradox that shapes our understanding.
- Kaleidoscopic Sanctum: The inner sanctum of our soul, complex and ever-changing.
- Cosmic Curio Cabinet: The collection of life experiences, each uniquely enlightening.
- Soulular Epochs: Distinct periods or lifetimes of soul growth.
- Cosmic Chuckle: The universe’s ironic laugh at our own misunderstandings.
“The privilege of a lifetime is to become who you truly are.”
— Carl Jung
What poetic flourish shall we contribute next to this cosmic sonnet?
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